A Supernatural Kind of Day

Chapter Twelve

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         Hell seemed a lot more terrifying when I didn't have plan to get out. I paced around the guarded room, praying to Castiel to hurry. Just then Crowley walked in and studied the fear on my face, he could see it on his smug scruffy chinned, little fat face and it annoyed me.

"Are you not happy to see me darling?" he asked with a small pouty face.

"Can you blame me?" I returned my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"No, I congratulate you on how long you hid and you would've lasted longer if you hadn't called your mum and at least you aren't tied up like the last time, I should have done it but I didn't because this time we're going to act quicker. By the time the Winchesters and Wings have invaded my kingdom I will have your pure soul and then they'll have to kill you because you'll be soulless," he grinned.

"Y-you aren't going to kill me?" my voice shook with fear.

"No, I thought it'd be more dramatic if your beloved Castiel killed you instead," Crowley explained. "You'd better prepare yourself, I'm getting the weapon warmed up and we have to be quick this time." I gulped and watched him leave. I didn't want to be soulless, I didn't Cas or either Winchester to kill me like an enemy. At the sametime I didn't want to risk my soul getting damaged while the weapon was in use because then Crowley could just kill me and find someone else. I had an idea. It was stupid, probably wouldn't help but I had run out of options.

My eyes wandered around the room looking for anything sharp but found nothing. I paced faster around the room, irritated at the lack of materials for me to work with.

"Hey stop pacing in there!" a demon shouted. An idea popped in my head and I stopped moving.

"Why don't you make me?" I demanded, continuing my movements around the room. "What are you going to do about it huh? You putrid smelling demon?" I taunted. The bald black demon turned towards me, his brown eyes flashing completely black as if it was going to intimidate me.
"Ooh scary, I'm not going to quit pacing!" I snapped then stuck out my tongue like a four year old and for some reason it pushed him far enough to open the door and walk in. The demon was huge, like Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson huge. Rippling muscles that had their muscles, it was kind of gross but I didn't let that stop me.

"Stop. Pacing. Now." he ordered. I stopped for a moment and stared at him dead in the eye. I should've been terrified but when you know that Death is so near nothing really scares you.

"I told you. To. Make. Me," I kept my voice even and calm then I continued to pace in front of him. The demon screamed and charged. The next part doesn't make sense, not even to me. All I know is that he charged at me, arms wide open and somehow I was able to duck under his arms and break out of the jail. I had no idea where I was going, Hell looked different from last time but I kept moving my feet and hid in corners, any kind of crack I could fit my average sized frame inside. Thankfully I had a hair tie my wrist so while hiding I was able to gather my blonde hair into a ponytail on the top of my head then morph into a sloppy bun. Considering the circumstance it felt like a good bun. Then I continued running, trying door after door but none of them led to my freedom or to the Winchesters.

"Castiel I am stuck down here, now I have no idea how to get out and I don't know how much longer I can stall... if push comes to shove Cas... I might have to kill myself to keep everyone safe and I'm fully prepared to do that but I'd rather not die so please hurry up and find me," I begged quietly.