Chapter 4: Riders on the Storm

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The bullet flew through the air as if in slow motion. She shook her head as tears rolled down her face.

"Please..." She said as the bullet knocked into her shoulder. She winced at the impact and felt a strange tickling sensation run from the wound and spread throughout the rest of her chest. When it made it to her arms, the feeling was gone.

She stared at amazement at her hands, turning from her palms to her knuckles and back again. She lowered her hands and looked up at the two brothers. Dean--the one who shot her--looked at her with a surprised look in his eyes.
She pushed her fingers into her shoulder would and winced as she searched through the blood for the bullet. When she felt the hard iron she pulled it out.

Maggie stood up and walked over to Dean.

"Maggi-"

She cut him off with her fist, which connected with his jaw. He flew across the table and fell to the floor.

Startled, Sam started running to his brother's aid.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She said and flung her wrist, making him stuck against the wall. "Hmm... Didn't know I could do that. Cool, huh?" She wrapped her hand around his neck.

"Plea-please don't do this, we can help you." He said.

She closed her hand on his throat harder. His face went white and blue and it was obvious he could no longer breathe.

Suddenly, Maggie felt a rush of pain in her head. She pushed her wrists to her forehead and screamed in agony. Her fingertips dug into her scalp causing even more pain.

She looked up to find the trench-coated Angel standing over her.

"Ca-" she stuttered. The veins bulged out of her face and she screamed, falling to the floor.
Castiel walked over to Dean and helped him up. Dean ran over to Sam to make sure he was okay as Castiel kept Maggie contained in a ball of pain on the floor.

"I'm-I'm sorry." Maggie said. "I didn't-AH!" She fell to the ground. "I didn't mean to."

"Shut up, you almost killed my brother." Dean pointed to Sam. "Tie her up in the dungeon."

"You have a dungeon?" She asked, eyes wide.

Dean smirked. "Course we do. We are psychopaths, after all."

She glared at him.

"Excuse me." Dean rolled his eyes. "High-functioning sociopaths."

He turned around and walked off. Castiel followed him after helping Sam tie Maggie up.

"What're we going to do with her? She can't stay down there forever." Sam says, rubbing his neck absentmindedly. It still hurt from Maggie's attack.

"Why not? We feed her and make sure she stays alive." Dean replies.

"Dean. She's dangerous. She's bound to get loose if we keep here down there."

"Oh come on, she's harmless." He looks around. "Okay was harmless. But she obviously had no clue what was happening to her. Maybe if we figure out what she is and why, then we won't have to keep her locked up. She's not the bad guy here."

"I know what she is." Cas said, stumbling to a chair. He swayed and used Dean's shoulder for support while he sat down.

Dean looked concerned. "What is she? She surely did a number on you back there."

"My best guess," Cas said, face sullen - Dean noted that he looked petrified of what he was about to say - "is she is an anti-Christ."

Dean and Sam's jaws dropped to the floor. "A what?" They said in unison.

"Y'know. Like that Jesse kid, right?" Sam said.

"Exactly, Sam. They're Spawn of demons, extremely powerful. Mistaken to be children of Lucifer himself." He shook his head, obviously stressed by what he's about to say. "It's just that--Maggie's powers just started working, right?"

They both nodded.

"This is bad." Cas stood up, swaying. He used the chair for support.

"Whoa! Take it easy there." Dean said and stood up. He walked over to Cas and steadied him.

"It's just-" he shook his head "-an antichrist's powers usually either develop or rise in strength when Lucifer walks on earth."

All of the color drained from team free will's faces. They all had to sit down in order to keep from falling to the floor. Dean was the first to speak again.

"Well. How about we gank a few sons of bitches and we raise a little hell?"

Sam gave him a 'are you kidding me' look.
"--or not." Dean finished, looking awkwardly at his hands.

"PLEASE! LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU CRAZY MOTHER-" All of a sudden, Maggie started choking on her tongue. She started coughing and it wouldn't stop.

Her arms were cuffed to the chair's arms and her legs were cuffed to the chair's legs so she couldn't move anything but her head. Her head fell down and she coughed wildly.

She spit and blood spattered out of her mouth and onto her lap. Something white was swimming in the pool of blood. She narrowed her eyes and gazed at it, curiosity getting the better of her.

But then she realized what it was. A tooth. She gasped and started heaving again.

"Please! HEL-HELP!" She screamed.

The door slid open and she let out a sigh of
relief. "Hello? I'm so sorry I almost killed you guys. Really. All of this is-" she stopped mid-sentence and cocked her head to the side.

"Who are you?"

The man walked forward, a coldness following him. Her breath became frozen air and she felt her eyes turning a crystal blue. Tears froze in their tracks before they were able to burst down her cheeks.

"Hello, sweetling. I'm what most people call the Devil." He walked up to her. He had dirty blonde hair and stubble on. The thing that set Maggie's teeth on edge wasn't the blood stains on his shirt, but the fact that she believed him.

"How about we get you out of here? I believe we've got a little catching up to do."

A/N: Yay I'm done with this chapter! I was so torn on what to do and then I actually looked up the antichrist and read what it was and tada it all came together after that!
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Thank you all for reading, I appreciate it so much! Bye:)

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