Seth swore under his breath before slowing down and starting to pull over.
"What ID do you want?" I asked quickly. He nervously glanced behind him.
"Carl Sand." I nodded before pulling it out of the small tin lunchbox where we kept everything before placing it back under the seat. "I wasn't even doing anything." He mumbled.
Our car stopped and the engine died.
"This seems weird." Muttered Seth and I leaned back in my seat. The cop walked up to our car at a slow pace considering it was raining. He knocked on our window and Seth rolled it down.
"What seems to be the problem officer?" Greeted Seth while giving the guy a friendly face.
"Do you kids have any idea what time it is?" I looked at the clock and realized it was almost one AM. "You're out past curfew."
"I'm eighteen." Seth responded while handing him the ID. The cop studied the picture and then his face for a few moments. I tapped my foot trying to speed up the conversation.
"Hmmm. Well," he announced handing the card back to him, "I'm not here for you, I'm here for Leigh Winchester."
Everything went by too quickly and slowly at the same time. It was as if everything was slowed down so I had to watch but I had no time to react. The cops left hand entered the car. I saw the flash of silver and stared as the blade went right into Seth's chest. My eyes widened and I think I yelled something but I couldn't remember. Everything was silent, even the sound of the rain didn't reach my ears. Seth's breathing became shallower and he looked down before the bald was yanked out again. The cop moved back again so I couldn't see him but I knew he didn't leave.
My mind wasn't working but my body moved without thought. I threw the seatbelt off before throwing the car door open and sprinting out into the rain.
"Well well well, we meet again." He grinned, "it's been a few months. No ones been able to find you, except Castiel did once but you managed to get him off your trail. But looks like Crowley did a better job. And of course he sent me, his favorite, to bring you back. I mean you did get away the other two times."
I stood there, breathing heavily. Every inch of my body was screaming for me to attack but he was expecting that. For me to lunge when I thought he wasn't prepared, after all, Canton did know me pretty well.
"So, should we go? Crowley's waiting and I hate to upset him. I hope you don't mind about your little friend there, I mean it is all your fault. But we both knew that."
Suddenly I was on him, and didn't see it coming. I managed to knock him off his feet (thanks rain) and his head smashed into the ground. The knife had bounced a few feet away from him and I continued punching him in the face.
He pushed me off and I landed around ten feet away and I could feel my left wrist start to hurt so intensely that it was almost unbearable, but I ignored it.
Jumping up as quickly as possible I reached the blade and held up defensively. He laughed. He laughed. He laughed when this, everything was his fault. I wanted to kill him. No, I needed to kill him. I lunged again but he caught my arm and squeezed.
"Oh no, looks like someone broke their arm." I screamed and felt the pain shoot through out my whole body. He held onto my arm tightly so I yanked it up into his nose. I knew I had managed to break it more but ignored it. Suddenly the blade was in his head and there was the typical orange flash.
I sprinted to the car and tripped on my war there but continued. I ripped the door open, only to be greeted with a limp Seth.
"No. No. No. No." I whispered while pulling him gently out and laying him on the road. He let out a shaky breath before grabbing my hand weakly.
"I'm so sorry. I'm- you're going to be okay. I'll fix this, don't wo-"
"Leigh." He interrupted in a raspy voice before giving me a small smile. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I stared at him. "It's okay. It's not you're fault." I cried harder and squeezed his hand tighter as if that was keeping him alive. I didn't want to ever let go.
"I don't regret meeting you or being with you and I never will." He uttered.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"I- I."
"I love you."
His smile faded and his eyes fluttered shut. The grip on my hand went limp and I froze.
He was gone.
And I didn't even get to tell him I loved him back.
