Invisible

Chapter 4

As a hunter, your body had to be in fairly decent shape, with all of the fighting, and running, and everything in between. It wasn't an easy life choice, but at least you had always been able to take care of yourself.

Thats what made it so hard right now. Having no control over your body, you were just along for the ride, wincing as rocks and other items were crushed into your feet, and you knew that if Sam and Dean didn't see the glowsticks on your arm, then hopefully they could follow the bloody footprints.

No matter how good of shape your body was in, you were still panting, exhausted from the long run your body was forcing you to take. Your lungs burning, almost on the verge of passing out, you were relieved when your legs slowed to a walk.

Unable to move your head, your eyes flicker to the side, noticing you had made it to the edge of an old street, most of the houses small and in disrepair. Paint was peeling from the houses, and weeds covered the front yards. Window panes were broken, and old cars and other used items surrounded the houses, creating the morbid feeling of a cemetery.

Your legs forced you to the last house, this one more dilapidated than the rest. Climbing the stairs, you wince as each one creaks and groans under your weight, but it holds. You arm pushes the door open, even though you used all your might to stop it.

The house was gloomy and dark, grungy white sheets covering what furniture was left. Your legs force you to keep moving, until you made your way to what was once a parlor.

There's an old couch, uncovered, along with an armchair and a small cabinet. You make your way to the chair, plopping down into it. Glad to be off of your stinging feet, you take a deep breath before trying to take control of your body once again, but it was no use.

"Hello my dear. It's so good to see you again." The witch says, coming around the door frame.

"You can see me?"

She chuckles, before gently sitting down on the couch across from you. "Of course silly. I made the spell, so it doesn't work against me."

She grabs a book from the end table next to her, ignoring you and flipping through the pages.

"But why did you bring me back to you? Wasn't the spell enough?" You ask, trying to keep her talking until the Winchesters arrived.

"I thought you would have been smarter than this. I am really dissapointed in you. The spell isn't just for invisibility, it also causes you to kill yourself. It just brings you to me so I can harvest the parts I need."

She opens her maroon cloak, pulling out a sharp knife from the folds. She stands up, and all you could do is watch as she slowly glides to you, a smirk on her face. She knows you are trapped, and it seems to give her great satisfaction.

She leans down, and places the knife in your right hand, and your hand automatically clenches around it. She brushes your hair back, before stepping back.

"Now dear, I haven't worked with a knife before, but it's all I had. All I ask is you don't harm that beautiful pounding heart of yours, I need it for my next spell."

With that she stepped back, behind the couch, waiting and watching. You watch, as your arm raises, pressing it against your kneck. It presses closer, and you feel tears fall down your face as you realize this was it, no telling Sam how you felt about him. No getting out of the job, and living an apple pie life. You always knew you would die young, but you weren't ready.

Your hand shakes, and it draws blood. "Please, you don't have to do this! It will only cause more problems for you." You plead.

"My dear, I'm not doing it, you are. Now hurry up, I dont have all day." She says, and the urge becomes stronger, and your hand pushes deeper, and you moan in pain.

"Y/N! Stop!" You hear Sam yell, but you couldn't stop, you couldn't fight the spell. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dean run towards the witch, the witch killing mixture in his hands. Sam runs towards you, grabbing your hand, forcing you to drop the knife.

"Y/N, I can't see you, I can't see how badly your hurt. Are you okay?" Sam asks you, his hands patting everywhere he could reach, almost poking you in the eye.

"I'm okay, just a little slice on my kneck." You tell him, but notice Dean is having trouble with the witch.

"Help Dean!" You yell. Sam turns and rushes to Dean, grabbing the mixture. You stand up, grabbing the knife again. Still under the influence of the spell, your hand turns the knife to your chest.

Fighting with everything you have, your hand starts shaking, but still doesn't drop the knife. "Sam!" You scream , as the knife slices down through the air.