Caught in the Crossfire~~Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 8: We; The Warriors

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Early this morning, we head on another long drive towards who knows where. No one speaks after Pamela's funeral. I knew her long ago, but not so much like the brothers had. Dean told me how Cas burned out her eyes and how she helped them.

Time flies and the sun slowly shines through the window. Satisfy with myself, anger slowly dissipates over time and do does the mess around me.

After the hours, we made it to another crappy motel. Setting mine stuff in my room, it doesn't take long to collide with the bed. With only a good few hours of sleep from the night before.

I sit on the bed, staring at nothing but the weather channel. I felt sorry for myself, I felt sorry for every and anyone and for everything that came near us, but at times I didn't. I'm not meant to be saved, but at the same time I needed to be saved. But I'm the only person who would save myself. No one else; just me.

Commotion. Commotion on the other side of the wall, inside Sam's and Dean's room.

"We only just got here." I mumble.

I get up and make my way to there room. There door slightly ajar, I walk in. Four pairs of eyes glued towards. Three I only recall in memory. Castiel, Sam, and Dean.

"Winchester and Winchester and Grady. What an odd duo." He smiles.

"Oh, Come on!" I groan. "We only just got here!"

"You are needed." He says in a deep, serious toned.

"Needed?" Dean questions. "We just got from the needed!"

"Now, you mind your tone with me."

"No, you mind your damn tone with us!" He snap angrily.

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral." Sam intervenes and holds Dean back from messing with Uriel.

"Pamela?--You know, Psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her damn eyes out. Now, she died saving one of your precious seals, so maybe you could stop pushing us around like goddamn chess pieces for five minutes!" I yell across the room.

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes."

"Yeah and what were those again?! What exactly do you want from us!" Dean starts again.

"Start with gratitude."

"Dean, we know this is difficult for you guys to understand-"

"And we...don't...care."

I look over at Cas and back at the other Angel. Mostly to be named Uriel from what Dean and Sam told me at dinner yesterday.

"Now, seven Angels have been murder. All of them from the garrison. The last one was killed tonight."

"Yeah, probably from your watch." I snap at him. "And what did you expects us to do about? A demon that can ice Angels is kinda out of our league, right?"

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much." Uriel speak while giving me a cold stare.

"Not very well if they're killing off your species-"