Two Days Till Doomsday

Chapter 6

2 years later

"No, not that way! The other way!"

A short brunette girl shoved the larger person in front of her, forcing him to turn the other way. A grumble came from him but he did as he was told, quickly switching directions and dashing off down the hall.

"Just one more turn, Carrick! One more!" she shouted, almost struggling to keep up with how fast he was running. The decrepit building was crumbling around them with pieces of ceiling and electrical wiring coming dangerously close to exposed skin. The exit was just a few feet away, within arm's reach, although before Carrick could swing open that door and pull his sister far away, the beams holding up that portion of the building began to collapse. This cause the hunter to pause, his sister ramming into his back, as dust filled their lungs.

"Erin? You okay?" Carrick asked through coughs, covering his mouth. Even though he didn't get a verbal response there was a small hand clasp to the back of his shirt that told him she was there and okay. Why do all cases end like this? Well, there's only one thing to do.

"Holly! Time for plan B!" the eldest sibling shouted through the debris, expecting a warm light to flash in front of him. Instead, there was silence. "Holly?"

Their archangel always came to their rescues, never failing to show up in a blinding light and save the kids from perishing at the hands of whatever evil has befallen them. When Erin realized they were not getting a response, she gripped her brother's shirt tighter. The brown eyed girl pulled him back from the wreckage and began to look around for another exit, trying her best to shield her eyes from the remaining dust in the air. Their original exit was completely cut off, and if they went back they would have a greater chance of being squashed by the rest of the building. It was coming down fast and who knows how long it will be until they are smashed like a fly.

"Holly!" Erin shouted her friend's name, desperate to be heard. "Holly!"

"Holly is...busy at the moment."

A new voice responded, and it definitely wasn't the light higher pitched voice she was so used to hearing. Turning around, Erin saw a familiar face standing a few feet away. Carrick seemed to huff a bit but his sister only smiled at the man, who must have answered their call.

"Hey Castiel, do you mind helping us out a bit?"

This was the angel who had teleported them to Holly in order to save her, as he had been alerted of Ambriel's plans and went to save his older sister. Castiel had explained that he had been the one who healed Holly after she fell and was more than willing to help them as well. The angel in the trench coat tilted his head, then observing their surroundings and nodded. Erin still held tight onto Carrick's shirt, afraid he would attack him like last time, and Cas gently placed a hand on each of their shoulders. Before they knew it, the siblings were back in their home that was filled with the sounds of their father grumbling and experimenting in his office. Erin spun around and hugged the angel tightly, a large grin on her face.

"Thanks for saving us, Cas! We really appreciate it, right Rick?" she chirped, squeezing the awkward man tightly.

"Yeah, whatever." That was all that left Carrick's mouth before he stalked off into the kitchen. Erin never understood why her older brother seemed to hate Castiel so much because in her opinion he was possibly the sweetest angel on earth.

"So, Cas, where's our normal angel then? I mean, she had to have sent you if you're here since we called for her." The now 20 year old girl asked, releasing him from her arms and letting him regain his composure. Although, he didn't seem too relaxed.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot say. My sister...she has a lot to do right now. That's all I can say." Castiel told her a bit hesitantly, knowing just how stubborn Erin can be for information. She was pestering him constantly when they first met, practically picking his brain for knowledge. "Now, I'm afraid I must go. The Winchesters need my assistance."

"The Winchesters? Who are they?" Erin questioned, tilting her head slightly.

"Sound like jerks to me." Of course, Carrick added his own opinion as he exited the kitchen with a peanut butter sandwich. He was a good brother and gave Erin half, shoving the other half into his mouth. Chuckling, Castiel had a fond look in his blue eyes.

"Yes, well, they kind of are. Very stubborn jerks." He replied with the faintest of smiles on his face. These Winchesters must be something. "I will talk to you both another time, and please, stay away from falling buildings. Holly gets worried when you two are in trouble."

Erin waved as the angel disappeared, her brother simply standing there and showing no signs of having acknowledged his exit. The sounds from their father's office suddenly stopped, and the absence of tinkering noises cause Carrick to quirk an eyebrow in confusion and glance down the hall. They had a small house, nothing compared to the home they had when their mother still lived. Erin actually remembers her more clearly than Carrick, and what really stuck was the warm smile that had always appeared on her face when she saw her children. That kind of look a mother could only give, and that's the look she had the moment she died.

"Dad?" Rick called before hearing a stumbling sound. The door to the office nearly got torn off its hinges as their father rushed out, trying to shove papers into an envelope while putting on his coat. The graying man ignored his eldest, racing past them and running out the door. Erin and Carrick exchanged glances, both utterly confused and worried. Their father has never acted like this before.

"Dad! Hey, wait!" Erin called, her chocolate colored hair flying around in the wind as soon as she stepped outside. Owen, their supposedly loving father, got into the very car she and Rick had used when they helped Holly. "Dad!"

Finally, he paused. There were heavy bags under his eyes from several restless nights, his hair sticking up in places and turning slightly gray from stress alone. The window on the passenger side rolled down and Erin leaned inside the car, their matching brown eyes locking for a moment. Owen's mouth began to open before closing again, although seeing his daughter looking so concerned for him made him speak.

"Something horrible is happening."

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"I can't believe he just ran out on us like that!" The front door slammed along with Carrick's words, stomping into the house with his sister hurrying after him. "I mean, we don't even know what that means! "Something horrible is happening", so why not take your own kids with you?!"

"Carrick, I know you're angry." Erin's small voice somehow managed to break through all of his yelling. "But dad has to have a reason for leaving, he always does. If he's not back by tomorrow then we'll call someone for help. Okay?"

There was no reply. The tall male stalked into his bedroom down the hall, coming out a few minutes later with his favorite shotgun. Grumbling something about going to the targets out back, Erin nearly forced him to stay inside since it was going to rain soon. Although, a little rain has never stopped her brother before. It practically turns into steam the moment it hits his skin. Instead of going out after him, she stayed inside. Huddled up in a wool blanket, the cold still seemed to seep through and cause shivers to go up her spine. Now all they have to do is wait for tomorrow.