Fading Angels [SPN Fanfic]

Trip Upstairs

A/N: This is based on the end of 5:14 and 5:16.

I wiped grease onto my jeans and smiled over my shoulder at Bobby. He smiled back at me. In the four months that I had been living with Bobby I helped him fix cars. I felt happier now than I had in my entire life. Sam and Dean stopped by on occasion but it was mostly just Bobby and myself. He taught me how to fix cars and how to hunt. I made breakfast everyday and I found that Bobby was slowly lessening his intake of alcohol.

"Great job Kaylee." Bobby praised. He opened his mouth to say more but a phone ringing inside cut him short. I followed Bobby inside. He had answered a phone. I sat down and listened.

"Oh hey boys."

I saw the slight smile that lit his face for a milisecond before he hid it. His face became more grim and he said, "Alright. See you soon Dean."

* * *

I stood outside the panic room with Dean and Castiel. Sam's screams caused me to cover my hands over my ears and tears leaked down my face. Sam was yelling for help.

"Let me out of here, please! Help! "

I sat in a corner to hide from Dean and Cass. I knew Castiel was only trying to comfort Dean but it wasn't helping.

"That's not him in there. Not really."

But it is! He needs help! Maybe I should go in...

"I know."

Traitor. That is your brother, my friend. We should be in there with him!

"Dean, Sam just has to get it out of his system. Then he'll be-- "

"Listen, I just, uh...I just need to get some air."

I watched as Dean left. I sat against the wall and burried my head in my lap. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew it was Castiel. I could feel his grace. "Kaylee, it wouldn't help either of you if you went in."

Jerk must have read my thoughts. I didn't raise my head. I could feel his grace strengthen slightly. I looked up into Castiel's face. "What did you mean when you said it was too late?"

Did I imagine that brief flash of fear?

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"Looking for this?"

I opened my eyes in a flash. I sat up and blinked my eyes open. Two men were standing in our motel room. They each had a gun trained on Sam and Dean. Also me since I was sharing a bed with Dean. Sam took up too much bed space. The one man did something to Dean's gun and tossed it aside. Dean looked over at Sam.

"Mornin'."

The man who had tossed Dean's gun didn't seem too pleased. "Shut up. Hands where I can see 'im."

Dean obliged but something clicked in his brain.

"Wait a minute. Is that you Roy? It is, isn't it. Which makes you Walt. Hiya Walt.

The other man, Walt, removed his mask. "Don't matter." Roy followed suit.

I don't know how Dean has the bravery to talk to the two men with guns pointed at them. "Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?"

Walt spoke next.

"You think you can flip the switch on the Apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?"

"Who told you that?"

Okay what is with these two? How are they even able to think.

Walt continued to talk to Sam.

"We ain't the only hunters after you." He pumped his gun. "See you in the next life."