A Supernatural Kind of Day

Chapter Thirteen

So I know I said that this was an epilogue but I writing it I decided to cut it in half and make this a whole chapter... so the next one will be the epilogue... I SWEAR

           I landed on cold hard cement with such force that it knocked the air out of my lungs. Finally I felt like I could sit up and I looked around me to see where I was. I couldn't really see that well due to lack of light but the smell of sulfur told me that I had landed back at the warehouse. Against all hope I opened my mouth and called out to them - just in case.

"Sam? Dean?... Cas?" The silence filled the room but drained my heart. Pressing my heart against my chest, where my heart is located I let out a sob. There would be stopping or silencing myself because when I finally stopped it would be the last time I cried over Castiel. I couldn't afford the questions if I continued to cry and mope; no one would be able to understand and no one would believe me. I needed a story. Later. I would come up with a story on my way home for now I needed to grieve and cry. My body found its way back to the ground, pulling my legs up close to my body I cried out all of my sorrows and heartache. I let the tears fall and the sound of crying echo the empty warehouse around me. Finally I finished, no more tears fell but the sadness and pain remained all I wanted to do was go home and listen to sappy sad songs and hope that the pain would one day stop. Wiping away the tears I saw my sleeve, my flannel sleeve, the one Dean got for me. If anything else I knew that this was all real. Everything happened. Sam and Dean came in my door, they needed my help. I fell in love, got hurt, bled, it all happened.

            Standing on my feet I started my exit but remembered that I didn't have a story and no wounds. I was kidnapped but I needed some kind of a wound to prove that I just didn't run away. Lifting my tank I didn't see any scars that I could reopen so any wound I had I would have to give it to myself. Looking around for potential I found a broken rod, a knife probably left over from the demons and a rock.

            Picking up the knife but very edge of the hilt and quickly ran it across the hole in my tank to give myself a scratch not too much damage. With the rod I hit myself in the ribs, hopefully just bruising them and then a few good whacks on the arms and legs. Finally with the rock I took two huge breaths and hit the side of my face once real hard. Crying out I dropped the rock and cradled my face. I didn't know what I looked like but I didn't care they had to believe me and I had no other reason to have disappeared for three weeks - almost a month.. Before walking out I decided to rub some dirt on my face and clothes and fingers this had to be realistic.

           Walking home I huddled in my grief. My head hung low and arms were wrapped around my torso. I missed him, I missed everything. I understood why Cas sent me home and he did the right thing by doing so mom must be so worried I picked up my pace. Finally reaching my neighborhood I walked even faster. The car was parked in the usual spot and the lights were on. Going up to the door I opened it to hear the sound of TV playing in the other room.

"I'm home!" I hollered. Walking further into the walkway but no one responded.

"Mom? Dad?" I asked.

"Poppy hush we're watching the news, where have you been? It's really late." Mom responded, not even looking at me.

"...What do you mean? I've been gone for weeks," I pointed out. Finally mom turned off the tv and looked at me.

"Really darling three were- oh my what happened to you?" I had to change the story quick.

"Didn't you get my note?" I asked.

"Yes and that's where I thought you were - Charles look at your daughter!" Mom snapped. Dad woke up from his nap and became alert when he saw my appearance.