Hunters

The Horror Show Begins

- didn't proof read. Not sure when or if I'll write more, so I'm publishing the writing I have done-

Shrill cries. Fast feet. Gotta get there. Gotta get my knife. Frantic thoughts. Heart racing.

"MAY?" I yell, banging on her door. It's locked.

"UNLOCK THE DOOR!" I scream at the top of my lungs. My throat is raw and I flinch as I do, but I don't stop. Dean is there right beside me within seconds, beating the door with a crow bar. The pristine wood soon becomes splintered and ugly, wood chips flying around us.

"It's no use, boys," a voice calls from behind the breaking door, and my head shoots up. I know that voice. Castiel. Who else could be behind this?

"What do you want here, Castiel?" I reply, sighing and motioning to Dean to stop.

"I think you know what I want. May, of course. But my powers are limited with all this warding. I can't get around as quickly as usual. But don't get any ideas. I'm still more powerful then any of the stupid little errand running demons you've met with before. I could snap your neck in the blink of an eye," Castiel growls, and I tense up. I think of the Devils trap in May's room and wonder how Castiel knew it was there. Obviously he's keeping the door shut, so he isn't in the trap.

"May. Listen to me. Stay inside the trap on the ceiling. If he walks in, he can't get out. Got it?" I say, and I hear the shuffling of May.

"Sam?" May says after the moving stops, and I press my ear to the door. I have to be there for her. I'm not letting anything happen to her. Not today, not ever.

"Yeah?" I answer shakily, thinking hard about my next move. I try to sound strong and sure, but my voice cracks a little and I gulp. How do I get to May? How did Castiel get in here? He must have some kind of immunity spell for some of the warding that would have sealed the doors to him. Well played, but the spells he is using won't last forever, and obviously some of the warding cannot be canceled out, leaving him low on power.

"I'm... scared," May replies softly, and my heart breaks. I'm crushed more than ever. She's scared. But at the same time, Dean and I are one door away from what we have been hunting for.

"Dean. Get salt. And paint," I whisper to Dean, and he turns without another breath. The only thing that can be heard is a door opening and closing after a few seconds. It's as if everyone is holding their breaths, waiting for either a miracle or something horrible to happen.

Soon enough, Dean is back. I can't understand the words on the other side of the door, but I can hear the low growl of Castiel's voice and the soft tone of May's voice. They're having a conversation.

Dean wordlessly lines the closed doorway with a layer of salt and proceeds to paint a sloppy Devil's trap under the rug outside May's door.

I feel hopeless, with nothing to do but press my ear to May's door. I should never have left her. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Alright boys, I'm done talking to the girl. Now let's discuss this like men, shall we?" Castiel shouts to me, and I raise my knife. The door swings open, and a smiling man greets me. His eyes glimmer with evil and sin, flickering from a bloody, dark, red, then back to his vessel's blue eyes. I curse. He is not effected at all by the salt line, and chuckles as he kicks it out of the way. A million little crystals tumble down the hallway, and I feel defeated already.

"You're not a man. You're a monster," Dean snaps, and Castiel rolls his eyes.

"I was once a man, anyway. Thank Lucifer that's over. Literally. Now, sit and listen. You've been on my nerves all week. You seem know nothing, even after our last little chat, and I'm here to change that," Castiel says, waving his hand. In an instant, Dean and I are on the ground with a thump. I try to move, but I'm stuck to the carpet by an invisible force. Castiel smiles a wicked grin at me and advances forward. He towers over us, his tan trench coat creating a curtain around him. His blue tie sways slightly as he leans over to look Dean and I in the eyes.