Alive

Chapter 14: Finally

  Sam and Dean finish cooking and the smell of the food floats into my nose, making me even more hungry. 

"Oh my God that smells amazing."  I say as I get up from the couch, watching the two of them begin to put the food onto plates.  Sam looks over at me and grins, "You think we should break out the vodka?  Take some shots?"

I giggle, smirking.  "Hell yes.  I need some of that."  Dean finishes his beer and tosses it into the trashcan.  "I could use some liquor too.  Let's do it.  After we eat though."  He says laughing, the excitement in his eyes. 

We all eat and the food is absolutely amazing.  I can't even describe how good it tasted.  I needed that meal so bad.  Instead of cleaning the food or our plates or anything Sam gets out three shot glasses and a huge bottle of vodka.  Dean turns up the music.  It's about to get crazy.

Of course, I can't go too hard because I literally have a stab wound on my stomach that's still healing. Sam pours the shots and hands each glass to Dean and I.  Literally, two seconds before we start taking shots, Dean gets a call. 

Why does this always happen?

He quickly pulls his phone out of his pocket and answers, rolling his eyes. "Yeah?" He says, his face showing annoyance. As Dean listens on the phone his look of annoyance slowly changes to a look of concern. Sam and I look at him curiously, wondering what is happening. Dean quickly walks over to the front door and begins to scratch away at one of the symbols with the phone still pressed to his ear. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Sam asks, concerned and confused. Dean ignores Sam and doesn't say anything before hanging up the phone. Immediately after he hangs up, Castiel literally appears in the living room. "We don't have much time." Castiel says as he walks over to me. "Cas, what are you doing here?" Sam asks, watching Dean close the front door. Dean looks out the window as if he's checking for something. Castiel places two fingers in the middle of my forehead. "What are you do—". I stop in the middle of my sentence as I literally feel the pain and soreness go completely away. I feel my skin heal as the wound closes up and new skin forms.

Castiel just healed me completely. He pulls his hand away from my forehead and smiles with the corner of his lips. I look at him, a little shocked, but very greatful. "Wow, th-thank you so much." I say softly with a thankful grin. "Okay, what the hell is going on?" Sam asks Castiel. Dean walks back over to me and stands in front of me. Castiel goes over to Sam and begins to explain what exactly is going on.

I look at Dean, "What's going on?" I ask. Dean's warm hands grab onto my shirt and he pulls it up, slowly pulling the patch off of the place where my wound is supposed to be. He runs his fingers over my stomach, giving me chills. "Just making sure you're healed." Dean says, looking back at me after pulling my shirt back down. "There's a group of Crowley's demons in a town near here. They're most likely headed here after they've successfully caused crazy havoc in their stupid, annoying footsteps. We need to stop them and we need to get that knife back from Crowley." Dean explains in a calm manner, which is surprising to me.

First of all, why in the world would we try to get that knife back from Crowley so soon? Crowley is strong, he has a lot of power. He could kill any of us if he really wanted to. Why is this knife even so important? And why are demons on their way to us again? "Are you sure we should try and get it back from him so soon? I mean, he is the King of Hell." I say, looking at Dean with concern. Dean shakes his head, "We should probably--". Dean is cut off by a panicked Castiel. "We're too late. They're here." Castiel says as he stares at the front door.

Dean looks over at the door, then over to Castiel, then to me. "Sam, you and Cas separate among the house. Get all the weapons you can and be ready. Cas, don't destroy the house please. I know you're strong enough to kill every one of these ass clowns but we gotta keep the mess to a minimum. Elena, you come with me." Dean grabs my arm and pulls me with him. He moves so quickly that my shorter legs can hardly keep up.