When I come to, I'm in the back of a car. My hands are in cuffs and my ankles are tied to the door. I sit up and start untying the rope. It's not easy with cuffed hands, but I manage to free my legs in a matter of minutes. A sudden scream gets my attention. I look outside and see the two strangers fighting people. There are two, not three of them. The third one is slowly sneaking up to the car, somehow the strangers haven't seen him yet. Once he reaches the car, he opens his mouth and screams, a thick black smoke coming out of him. The smoke pushes through a crack in one of the windows and is making its way to me. Before I know what's happening, I inhale the smoke and I feel like I'm losing control over myself. My throat feels like it's being squeezed shut. I can see myself moving, but I'm not doing anything. Suddenly I hear a voice.
Let's see what you are hiding up there. I wanna know all of your secrets... And while I'm at it, I might as well kill your two friends.
I don't know why, but I immediately know that this isn't good. A split second later, I feel like I'm being hit with multiple sledge hammers at the same time. I instinctively throw up a force field and the pain subsides.
Fighting back, are we? Ah, here come your friends. Let's see how they'll react when you try to break their necks. Of course, Sam and Dean Winchester won't be taken by surprise that easily, but it'd be nice to take them out, once and for all.
I want to scream something, to warn the two strangers walking up to the car, but I can't do anything. I'm trapped inside my own body while someone else is using it. I have to do something. I slowly start extending my force field, pushing the sledge hammers away. For a brief moment, I feel like I can breathe again.
Well, well, so we decided to try and take over, huh? Tough luck!
The pressure inside my head started to rebuild, but I managed to keep my force field intact. Strangely enough, maintaining it didn't seem to cost me any energy at all. That's when I realized that I wasn't only trapped inside my body, I was trapped inside my mind. I was fighting not only for the control over my body, but also for control over me. I k ow it sounded cheesy, but it helped me. Before I could push my intruder back even further, Sam and Dean (apparently) got back in the car and started the engine. They didn't seem to notice me at first, but the tall guy turned around and saw me.
"Uhm, Dean? What are we supposed to do with her?" He looked at the shorter one. The short one shrugged and frowned.
"Don't look at me! You wanted to tie her up and put her here!"
"Yeah because you wanted to kill her!"
"She did almost drop a roof on our heads, remember?"
"I don't think she meant to do that."
"You're out of your mind, Sammy. I say we off her."
"Dean!"
Before the conversation got any more out of hand fake me cleared her throat.
"Right here" she said. It was so extremely infuriating to feel my body move and to hear myself speak while I wasn't in control. I managed to push back a little further. My intruder didn't seem to notice. Sam and Dean exchanged a couple of looks and while they were doing that, fake me was getting ready to attack. Just when she launched herself forward, Sam turned around and slammed his gun into her face. I was expecting her, or me (it's so weird!), to faint, but instead she took the gun and aimed it at Sam.
"Move and he dies." She said. Sam smiled.
"Too bad, there are no more bullets in there." I cocked the gun in response.
"Too bad, there are." Fake me blinked and suddenly the whole world looked like it had a black or grayish filter over it. Dean cursed and Sam began chanting in Latin. A split second later my body felt as if it was on fire and I screamed until the thick black smoke came out of my mouth and disappeared and I fainted. Again.
When I came to, I was still in the backseat of the car, and Sam and Dean were looking at me with a look of terror on their faces, a gun in their hands. I rubbed my eyes and looked at them. I suddenly remembered the black smoke.
"What happened?" I asked. My throat felt raw and my voice sounded creaky. Dean shook his head.
"We're asking the questions here." He tapped my force field. I had unintentionally created one while I blacked out, as a form of security I guess. "What the hell is this?" I dropped the force field and swallowed. "It's a long story and hard to explain." I said. I didn't actually want them to know. I just wanted to get back home. Sam cleared his throat. "Was that also what you used to keep the roof standing?" He seemed curious. I nodded. Dean, however, still looked as if he could murder me any second. His gun was loaded and only inches away from my face. I'd had enough. All of this traveling to their worlds and facing different threats every time was too much. I started crying. "Please
don't hurt me." I said, my voice sounding small. Dean wavered, and lowered his gun.
"Talk, and we'll see what happens."
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Full-time superhero
Hayran Kurgu(This is the sequel to Hydra's Angel, so if you haven't read that yet, you might want to do that before you read this.) Angel has finally found her place in the Avengers. Things are all peaceful and happy, but since she's a superhero, life won't go...
