Alone (A Supernatural Fanfiction) [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 6: Runnin' With the Devil

Maggie woke up with a start, flashes of red and blood and corpses haunting her. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

She took in a hurried breath and looked around her. She was on a rickety bed in a dark room that smelled of rotten eggs.... Sulfer.

She got up and took out the gun Dean had given her, pointing it in front of her. "If your a demon, get back!" She said, voice coarse.

Glowing orbs came out from the darkest corner of the room, followed by a voice that sent shivers up throughout Maggie's body.

"I'm an angel, sweetling. I find the term demon an insult."

Maggie lowered her gun tentatively. She raised her hand instead. It would be much more effective than the bullets. She needed to save those. She tucked the gun in her pants and focused on the eyes across the room from her.

"If your an angel then why does it smell like sulfur?"

This seemed to stump the creature before her, for he didn't answer for a few moments. When he did, he sounded aggravated.

"I'm not a demon like others may think. I am an angel. Fallen, yes, but an angel still. The sulfur you smell--that is from my children, my followers. They helped me get you here unnoticed, without anybody tracking us."

"At least turn the lights on. It's a bit rape-y like this don't you think?"

There was a sigh and then a snap of fingers. The lights turned on and Maggie gasped in horror at her surroundings.

There were 5 corpses laying all around the room in odd positions. They're dead. She thought, horror-struck.

She felt her stomach turn and ran to the bathroom. She coughed and coughed until it felt like everything she had eaten over the past few days was in the toilet.

She flushed and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. They're dead. They're... Dead. She pulled her knees to her chest and recited a calming tune.

Her mascara created a river of ebony down her cheeks. Her lips the bloody body gathering the darkness.

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Dean smiled over at Cas sleeping next to him. They had binge-watched the entire first season of Game of Thrones the night before and Cas had fallen asleep next to Dean at around 4 am.

Dean sneaked out of bed and slipped out of the bedroom.

Sam was already in the kitchen reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee by the time Dean made it in there.

"Good morning, Sammy." He said.

"Oh hey, Dean. Morning." Sam looked up from the newspaper for a split second to look up at Dean with a questioning glint in his eye. "Where's Cas?"

Dean pointed behind him. "Sleeping."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Where?"

"My bed." Dean said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He yawned and took a sip. "He fell asleep during Game of Thrones last night."

Sam chuckled and went back to reading his newspaper. "I can't find anything on the impala or Maggie. It's as if they both disappeared into thin air."

"We'll find them. I don't know how but we'll find a way. And when we do, we will figure out how to control Maggie so she doesn't hurt anybody. But until then, we need to finish this case. Y'know, the one we needed her help with in the first place."

"The case isn't important when we have a missing girl who just happens to be the antichrist on the loose with something we know nothing about. I'll research the antichrist, while you and Cas go out looking for them."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine. But your waking him up. He drools when he sleeps. It's disgusting."

"Whatever." Sam said and left the kitchen.

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"Come out of the bathroom, sweetling. We can't stay here much longer." Maggie's 'father' said through the bathroom door.

Maggie took in an unsteady breath. Who was this man? And what does he want with me? Could he really be my father? No. My father is dead. He died a long time ago when I was a child.

Maggie opened the bathroom door. "Why do we have to leave?"

"We can't be followed. I need to protect you until we arrive somewhere safe where nobody will hurt you."

Maggie crossed her arms. She had to get answers. Now. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain yourself to me. Who you are. Why you took me from those Winchesters. Why I have these-these abilities. Tell me now or I'm not going with you."

The man in front of her chuckled. "You did get my humor." He pointed at her. "But that doesn't mean you can overpower me."

This made Maggie angry. Nobody would talk to her like that. Ever since she found out about her newfound abilities she felt powerful and strong. This man who claimed to be her father was only tearing her down.

But she wouldn't let him.

Her insides boiled and she felt her body get hot, radiating with an energy that warmed her entire being, eased her conscience, calmed her mind. It was like a nirvana. Only it wasn't. It was anarchy as well. Chaos. And she felt the black slits slide back into place over her brilliant blue eyes.

A smirk played on her face.

And she screamed.

All of the lights in the room exploded and everything from the windows to the mirrors crumbled in mounds of shards.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling the powerful radiation settle, and eventually disintegrate into nothingness.

The man in front of her laughed a colorful laugh that played off her Harley Quinn-esque one.

She couldn't keep the smile from appearing on her lips. For she had made somebody proud. She had made her father proud.

A/N: Hello people! Here is another chapter for y'all! I hope y'all enjoyed it!

I'm still trying to figure out where to go with this story.

Do y'all like Maggie's POVs? Do you like Dean's?

Please leave suggestions for the upcoming chapters if you have any ideas and let me know what y'all thought of this chapter! Thank you for reading.