Ward (A Destiel Fan Fiction)

"I'm not crazy"

I'm not crazy. No matter how many times they tell me I am, I'm not. I wasn't crazy when I first saw those black eyes staring at me from my mothers face. I wasn't crazy when I saw her slip something into my drink. I wasn't crazy when I felt her hold that knife up to me, telling me words I wish I hadn't heard. Failure. Disappointment. Faggot. I definitely wasn't crazy when I went to the library to research demons just to have the librarian throw me out and spit in my face, those same black eyes piercing through me. I wasn't crazy then and I'm not crazy now.

How could my life have fallen apart so easily? No one believed me, that I had seen two demons. I even went to the church for guidance, but the priest claimed I was crazy and that demons only wanted chaos and destruction, not to ruin my senior year of high school. I didn't have the answers I needed and soon enough I was beginning to think I was crazy too.

Which is exactly why I needed proof.

I'm sitting here outside the library, squatting behind some bushes, waiting for the librarian's shift to end. I need to follow her home. It's been two days since my mom mysteriously slipped into a coma. I can only imagine what that demon did to her.

I can only hope that this librarian can lead me to some answers.

I hear a door open and some keys jingle. Her shift must have been the last, I think to myself as she locks the door. Hers is the only car in the parking lot so there aren't many places to hide.

I sprint to the dumpster about 20 yards away and pray she doesn't see me. I crouch low behind it and peek my head out from the side. My eyes trail back to her car and her, except she isn't there anymore. Huh? I look frantically about the parking lot but she just seemed to disappear. My shoulders slump, and I let out a sigh of defeat. Maybe I'll never find out what did this to my mom.

Tears welling up in my eyes I stand up from my hiding spot and turn to leave. My body thuds into something solid and I stumble back. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I say instinctively. I look up to see the black-eyed librarian glaring down at me. "Don't you know it's impolite to spy on people?" She says in this sickly sweet voice that makes me want to vomit. I stand there in shock for about 5 seconds before I lunge at her. My brain has stopped working. I forget completely about interrogating her because all I wanna do right now is make her pay. My feet and fists work together as tears escape my eyes. Everything is blurry but I don't stop pounding.
I can hear someone calling out to me but I ignore it and keep slamming my fists into the demon over and over again. It isn't until I can feel someone pulling me off of her that I think, Why isn't she fighting back?

I eventually stop struggling in the hands of the stranger who intervened. My vision clears a bit more and I can now see the damage I've done.

There lies the librarian bruised and battered. Blood leaking in dangerous amounts from an unknown source. One of her eyes is swollen shut. I gasp to myself, I did that? Shes moaning softly and clutching her right arm.

I turn to the man behind me, still gripping both my arms to keep me from escaping. It's an officer. Shit.