Defying Gravity (Book One: Supernatural fanfic)

Point of No Return

Dean was trying to hand himself over to Michael, because God's help had been his last hope, too.

Castiel and Sam had brought him back to Bobby's house, in his study to us.

"Yeah, no, this is good," Dean told us sarcastically. "You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches, but tonight? Tonight's when the magic happens."

"You're not helping," I told him.

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean asked.

"What the hell happened to you?" Bobby asked.

"Reality happened," Dean answered. "Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the Devil, save a boatload of people."

"But not all of them," Bobby told him. "We gotta think of something else."

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say," Dean told him. "But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I could've done something about it, guess what? That's on me."

"You can't give up, son," Bobby told him.

"You're not my father," Dean told him. "And you ain't in my shoes." Bobby pulled out a gun from his desk, setting it on the table. He took a bullet out of his pocket, holding it up for Dean to see. "What is that?"

"That's the round that I mean to put through my skull," Bobby answered, setting the bullet down on his desk in front of him. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, 'Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out.' But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promise you I wouldn't give up."

I heard the Angels in my head get louder and louder and louder until my head felt like it was going to explode, holding my head in pain.

"Tavia, you okay?" Sam asked.

"No," I answered.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Something's happening," I answered.

"Where?" Castiel asked.

I didn't answer, disappearing, going to the middle of the woods, looking around, walking toward a clearing in the middle of a circle of fallen trees.

The ground was pulsing as if it was alive.

I reached toward the ground.

An Angel attacked me from behind, trying to slash me with an Angel blade. I raised my arm to block the move, pushing his arm aside, grabbing my own blade from my jacket pocket, twirling it in my hand to get a better grip, trying to stab the Angel. The Angel ducked. I slashed toward his stomach. The Angel backed away just enough to make me miss, trying to grab my throat. I caught his arm, flipping him to the ground. The Angel stood, slashing toward me. I caught his arm, trying to stab him. The Angel used his other arm to catch mine, spinning me to face away from him, restraining me from behind.

Another Angel had been standing behind me, trying to stab me in the heart with his own Angel blade.

Castiel appeared between us, catching the blade, turning the blade to stake the Angel in the heart, killing him with a flash of white light.

I grabbed the arms that restrained me, flipping him to the ground in front of us, kneeling down to stake him in the heart with my blade, killing him with a flash of white light. I looked up at Castiel in slight relief, breathing heavily.

Castiel held his hand toward me.

I took it, letting him help me stand.

Castiel looked around to make sure there weren't anymore Angels.