The Day that Supernatural Got Schooled

Part 3: A Change

              I could hear the sound of the shoes that you would imagine F.B.I. agents wear.

"Sammy did you  hit your head again?" Who ever this man was he must have known this would happen.

          Finally I hear the shoes approaching. Piper is behind me holding onto my leg like a little kid holds onto their mother's hand when they get a shot. She was staring at the men, frozen with fear. I still have my sweater on, I look like a dork with it open and my book in my hands. My knuckles are white from holding onto Sherlock so long. It was then I realized the horrifying truth. I will die before seeing Sherlock season 4. Tears start rushing down my face. It looks like a silent movie because I am crying without sobs and the three men, Sam, Castiel, and well the unknown one are staring at me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Like when someone is breathing cold air on it. We stood at a stand still, while tears were on my face. Until I realized, they were not looking at me.

          "We have to get out of here," Castiel whispers, his face darkening, "now."

          A whoosh of air surrounds me. It becomes so powerful I have to shut my eyes. My book still locked into my hands. I try to open my eyes to look around but it is dark and strong. Like I am in a tornado. Finally the wind relaxes. I open my eyes to see I am alone in a room. One light swings above. To be honest it is a pretty dull room. It has white walls that glow in from the single bulb above me. I turn my head looking around, there does not seem to be any door. I feel a slight whoosh of wind and I am sitting in a small wooden chair with my hands strapped onto the arms with leather straps and some sort of sigil on the ceiling. My eyes start to burn. Tears fill my eyes. One by one the tears start to flow out. Today was not my day.That is a colossal understatement. I suddenly think of my brother and my dad. They will never know what happened to me. My friends... Piper, Zelena, and Erin. I will never see them again.

                  But that is not my biggest concern right now. It is surviving.  I am not sure if I blacked out or not, but somehow I ended up here. The men just staring at me like was a diseased puppy they did not know what to do with. My lip is semi streaming blood into my mouth. The metallic taste usually makes me gag, but now was not the time to be spitting up blood on my captor's white room.
I finally make eye contact with the people holding me in this place. I finally get a good look at their faces.
              Castiel has the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. They pop out against his olive skin and charcoal hair. All scruffed up. He wore a ridiculous tuxedo with a blue tie strung loosely from his neck. A trench coat completed his look loose with the straps strung loosely behind him. Sam has long brown hair (for a man) about down to his shoulders. He has a blue plaid shirt on with a military green coat, again open showing his shirt. (What is with them and not zipping up coats? Why wear them at all?) Finally, it comes down to mystery man. He has a military cut slicked into a fro hawk. He has vibrant green eyes and tanned skin. He is wearing a plain borderline navy shirt with a brown again with the open coat! Accompanied by jeans. I can barely catch a sparkle and notice that he is wearing some sort of charm on a plain black chord. Something was unnatural. The way the silence was so loud. I finally had to silence the silence. 

                "Where am I?"

              They give each other worried and concerned looks. They turn back from me and speak in hushed tones. Sam turns to the mystery man hits him in the chest and says, "Dean!" My heart drops as they turn back and continue to stare. After a moment's silence, Castiel hangs his head slightly and walks forward heel to toe, his coat billowing out behind him. Dean and Sam watch him walk up slowly. The only sound is from Castiel's shoes hitting the floor. He hesitates before reaching the sigil, then he crosses it. When he reaches me, he gets down on his knees like my dad did when he told me that my mother had died. My eyes burn and tear up as I can only imagine that this action means bad news. He brings his eyes up to meet mine. 

            "You do not know, do you?" the words seemed to come out loud when silence had taken over the room. 

           "Know what?" I manage to say, my voice sounding very creaky, trying to mask the sound of crying. 

            Castiel brings his head down again, staring at floor. When he found the right words to answer me. "You are a demon." 

    Fury invigorates my body and somehow I am out of my bonds. I accidentally catch Castiel off guard and he falls over onto the ground. I find myself standing above Castiel. "Is this some sort of joke?!! Because if so it is not funny at all!!" My voice echoes around the room as I side step in front of Castiel, my hands in fists.

          Dean and Sam  go into a battle stance, Sam with a knife with a bone for a handle and Dean with a silver gun with some engraved rose bushes on it. They are pointed at me. Castiel is on the ground, I can feel his eyes staring into my back. I look back and see Castiel shaking his head slightly while making eye contact with me. I release my hands and crumple to the floor, sitting on my feet that are underneath me. I can feel my converse's curve and bend, I hope they do not crease. I remember the episode of Doctor Who where the tenth Doctor had to make a choice whether he would save Wilfred and die, or let him die and the Doctor would live. Doctor spiraled slightly into insanity. He made an impossible choice, in the end, he sacrificed himself, for his friend. He did not know what to do, and I don't either. 

           "What am I?" I keep my head down. I do not dare to look up. Something was wrong and I knew it. How did I break those leather straps? Something was coming, and I had something to do with it. 

           I heard footsteps getting up and walk towards me. I can only assume that it is Castiel. "Cas," Dean says, I can hear the hint of worry in his voice. But the footsteps continue towards me. Again Castiel squats down. He takes my chin and lifts it up with his finger. He holds my face in his hand and wipes the tears away. 

            "You are a demon."

          "What do you mean a demon?" 

            "I think you already know what a demon is."

             "I know what a demon is but how am I a demon? I go to church, I run every morning, I have been distinguished for my kindness. How is this possible? How do you even know?"

            "Walk towards me," Dean says smoothly. As I stand up the gun follows me. I walk towards him. Slowly, I make my way over. I keep walking until I hit almost a brick wall and I fall down on my rear. I look up and I realized the wall was where the sigil wall was. I was trapped.