Dean and Crowley had left a few hours ago on a search to find the fourth horseman, Death.
Both Bobby and Sam had persuaded me to stay behind and help them figure out the crisis pestilence had started with something called a Croatoan virus. Which they had explained would basically turn the human race into a real life zombie movie.
I just sat quietly, still angry and upset with Sam. Angry at him kissing me, pretending things would be fine. Angry at him not telling me about his plan to basically go on a suicide mission. Angry because i knew that i had trusted a winchester and let myself get attached.
"Sound like a plan?" Bobby's question jolted me out of my thoughts.
"Hmm?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him and Bobby let out an exasperated sigh.
"For Christ's sake girl wake up." He exclaimed and i mumbled an apology as he explained their plan again.
One thing Bobby had been a lot happier about since Crowley left was a small add on to the deal where he sold his soul. A 'subclause' as Crowley had called it. Bobby got his legs back.
The old man got to his feet, adjusting the cap on his head and offered something to me. He was holding a dark object in his hands which took me a moment to realise was a pistol.
I frowned and looked up and him then back to the gun.
"Is this for me?" I asked cautiously,
Bobby rolled his eyes, "Well i ain't holding it out to you for fun."
I scowled and took the pistol in my hand, weighing it slightly in my palm. It was lighter than i'd expected it to be.
I avoided Sam's eye as i grabbed my jacket and followed them both out the door.
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When we arrived at the building it reminded me of one of the abandoned warehouses near my old house. The place where all the kids would go to makeout or whatever, i chucked slightly at the memory of it.
Bobby cursed as Sam pulled up outside.
"What?" I asked, still clenching the gun tightly in my hands, doing my best to stop them from shaking.
"One of the trucks is leaving." He grunted as he pushed himself out of the car.
Sam and I followed his lead but he waved us away.
"You two go inside and stop any more trucks from being loaded, i'll deal with that one!" He called to us as he began to jog over to the other truck, the driver beginning to get in.
I inwardly cursed at Bobby for leaving me with Sam. I didn't want to talk to him right now. I was way to angry to try and have a civilised conversation about anything.
"Alright then, this way." Sam gestured for me to follow and reluctantly going, flinching slightly as I heard gunshots from behind as Bobby shot at the tires to bring the truck to a halt.
Turning back I followed Sam inside as he rushed into the warehouse, following the scared cries he heard from within.
I gripped the gun tighter in my hands, my knuckles beginning to turn white. I would never admit it out loud but i was terrified, both of shooting a gun and the idea of killing someone. They scared me to death, even the idea of it.
I'd only fired a gun a few times in my life, but every time was in a shooting range when i used to do air rifling with school, never a real gun and never with the targets being people.
As we rounded a corner we came face to face with two men who looked like staff of some sort. One snarled and lunged at Sam, the other reached for me and I darted back, raising the gun and pulling the trigger.
I wasn't ready for the kick the gun produced, causing me to stumble a little but the bullet had found its target in the man's chest and he fell to the ground, blood pouring from the wound i had made.
I stared down at him and suddenly i saw my dad's body lying there. I jumped back a little and blinked, then he was gone.
Sam glanced over at me, "You alright?" He asked.
I nodded quickly and pushed past him. Following more cries for help as i moved past the columns of wooden boxes and crates.
I stood guard whilst Sam pulled people out of locked storage rooms, one after the other, men and women, all scared out of their minds.
It wasn't long before Bobby found us and I couldn't help noticing the way he watched Sam with slight amazement on his face as he took more and more people out of the building.
"Is that everyone?" Sam asked us, i turned to Bobby who peered around the corner but as he turned back something leapt on him.
"Bobby!" I called out as he fell to the ground, a woman on top of him holding a knife. She wrestled her of his chest, pushing her into a pile of cardboard boxes which folded under her weight.
Just as I was about to shoot the woman, a hand grabbed my shoulder, spinning me round. I didn't even have time to see the face behind the fist that put me on the ground.
I scrambled back, putting a few metres of distance between me and my attacker. The man snarled as he lunged at me again and i dodged his next punch, but his momentum caused him to loose balance and he landed on top of me.
I cried out as all of the man's body weight fell on to me. I was struggling to breathe under him as he pushed himself up so he was on top of my chest.
I felt his fist collide with my face again and again and all i could do was struggle underneath him with my hands pinned to my side. I tasted something metallic in my mouth which i could recognise all too well as blood.
Suddenly i heard a gunshot and at first, i thought maybe it had been the man firing at me. But then i felt a weigh lift from my chest as the man topped off me and i rolled onto my side, wheezing and spitting blood.
"These things can be pretty useful."
The voice i heard speaking was one i wasn't familiar with and as i forced myself into a sitting position, i could make out the blurry figure of a man in a trench coat standing above me holding a shotgun.
Leaning against the wall behind me i pushed myself onto my feet and turned to the man. I did my best to get out a 'thanks' with my split lip and blood filled mouth.
"Oh my god Sierra!" I heard Sam exclaim from behind me, "Are you okay?"
I shrugged off his grip on my shoulders and mumbled a 'fine' under my breath.
Then Sam turned to the man in the trench coat.
"Cas," he breathed, "How-"
"I took a bus," He seemed proud at this statement, "It was a very, strange, experience."
Sam laughed a little, before wrapping his arms around the man called Cas. Cas seemed slightly uncomfortable with the hug and just seemed to stand rigid whilst Sam held him in a tight grip.
"Nice to see you alive Cas." Bobby nodded at him from my right as Sam let him out of the hug.
Suddenly Sam turned to me, "Sierra this is Castiel," he gestured to the man, pausing slightly before he continued, "He's an angel."
