The Complete Season (Supernatural)

Episode 13: Light It Up

It's amazing, how quickly things can change. Your entire reality, your existence, in the blink of an eye... can spin like a top on a smooth table, and nearing the edge, fall into the abyss.

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Charlie turned to me. "Mina, it's time to move." She nodded at the screen. "You can take those two guys out?"

I looked at the monitor. Inside the room where I was about to go were to Greek god demons, which we'd nicknamed "minions." I nodded. I was pretty sure. Whether I could or not, I was about to find out.

I double checked my backpack. Spray paint. An angel blade, just in case, and a length of sturdy chain with a padlock on it. I looked at Charlie. "Wish me luck."

"May the Force be with you." Charlie hugged me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the room I'd seen in the monitors. I blocked out everything else. Sam, Dean, and Cas on the front lines; knowing that the conversation I'd had with my parents an hour ago may be my last; I let everything go. The world shifted, and I was in.

I opened my eyes. I was in a large room, wards scrawled in red around all of the walls. A large safe sat in the center of the space. The two minions saw me, and were on me immediately. My training kicked in. I tossed one to the side with ease. He crashed against the wall and went down in a heap. His friend looked at me questioningly. He hadn't expected anyone appearing in the room, and definitely hadn't expected this. I stalked towards him menacingly. He braced himself, and tried to throw me. I shook it off. Putting my hand out, I barred him from moving. As I advanced towards him, he skidded back towards the wall. I was on him in a heartbeat. Hand to the forehead, lights out. I heard the other one rustle behind me. I turned, threw him again, and secured the double doors with the chain and padlock, hearing a commotion outside. Best not to have more company. I stuck the angel blade through the handles for good measure. Then I approached the other minion. He lay on the ground, his leg broken. I put him out of his misery quickly. I pulled out my can of spray paint, and, starting at one side of the room, running, drew a continuous line through all of the warding signs. Then I looked pointedly at the security camera. "Charlie, send them in." I said.

I closed my eyes and envisioned the bunker. My job was done. I felt the world start to move when a cold, clammy hand wrapped around my wrist, followed by equally cold metal. My Teleportation was halted- I couldn't go anywhere. I was jerked back to reality. My eyes flew open.

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17 hours earlier

Sam's lips pressed soft kisses along my neck as he slowly unbuttoned the back of my dress. We were finally alone in his room after the wedding, after the revelry, after the drunken good time had died down. He'd carried me over the threshold of his room, depositing me gently on his bed, climbing over me and kissing me, his strong hands working their way over my body, his arms crushing me beneath them. We'd finally extricated ourselves from our teen-aged make-out session. My veil had come off and was draped carefully over the chair. Sam was being delicate with me. His fingers deftly pulled the buttons from their homes, until my dress fell away, leaving only the white bridal lingerie I'd bought to surprise him with. He drew in a breath, and I heard his jaw crack as he smiled. I turned shyly towards him, peering at him over my right shoulder. He looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary. He traced the pink cursive "bride" on my lacy panties. "Turn around and let me look at you." He said, his smile getting bigger and bigger. I spun around. His eyes fell to my bra with the little peek-a-boo's tied with bows.

"You like it?" I asked. I wasn't really all that into lingerie, to be honest. But tonight was special.

"Babe, I love it." He tackled me back on his blankets, his mouth finding mine hungrily. He pulled back from me for a second. "I don't even know where to start."