Caught in the Crossfire~~Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 25: Tied together

--- Ashlyn POV

My breathing is sickening, I find the grace almost as painful as the wheezing and coughing fits that my lungs sent me too. All night, I would somehow manage to cough up a lung and Cas would be there to assist. My chest aches while my muscles groan from the soreness, my abdominal is sore, I mean why wouldn't it be. I full on just happen to stab myself.

The night was long with little rest in between. The Grace is doing everything in its power to keep me running, and with the stolen on, it doesn't take to kindly of me.

Unfortunately, I remembered everything. Everything I did, the fear in everyone's eyes was most terrifying. How could they be keeping me in now, I heard what Gabriel said and not that it was good or bad, it sounded like I could become a potential threat, that I could change back, or I could forget everything.

I shift on the bed and wince a little under the tan trench coat. Cas suddenly lifts his head and look towards the noise. "Sorry..." I whisper.

He places a hand on my forehead and I give a confuse look. I didn't bother fighting back. He sighs heavily and take his hand away. "The fever is still there." He seem sorrow.

I nod barely and lay my head down back on the pillow. He glances at me and I sigh heavily. "I'm sorry...I-I-I...couldn't stop...I didn't-everything just disappeared..."

"It's okay-"

"Cas. I almost murder you. How is this okay?! Dean probably hates me and I put us in a shitty position, Cas. How can you just sit back and look at me as if nothing happen?"

"It isn't your fault-"

"Yes, it is-"

"Your head was tampered with-"

"Doesn't make a difference! I almost killed someone with no feeling or intention of doing so-"

My chest begins to ache and it send me into a hyperventilated-wheezing-coughing fit. Sitting up ruptures my peaceful state and I'm coughing up anything in my system. I feel a hand my shoulder and another on my back.

My fit is loud enough Dean and Sam comes rushing in from the other room. Cas looks at them with fear in his eyes, Sammy rush up to my other side and tries to help me. I could feel something try to rush up from my chest and I hack it up into my palm. Red and blue, blood and grace.

I'm exhausted, tired, in pain of sorts, but most of all, I'm done.

I'm finally able to catch my breath and lean onto Cas's chest and I look at Dean who is standing by the door. If the bags under my eyes and me crying out for help without saying it means that I am still the monster from yesterday, I don't know what I am going to do.

I slowly close my eyes and fall into another restless sleep.
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I could hear them arguing, Sam and Dean, in other room about me. It's obvious, so obvious that I can make out the argument.

"We can't just leave her here, Dean!"

"I watch her almost kill Cas! She a threat to us!"

"She can't even talk at the moment! What happen yesterday wasn't her! It damaged her!"

"You're right, it wasn't her, but I'm not taking any chances!"

"Dean, we can't leave her here to die! She was possessed and was forced to do it!"

"I saw the look in her eyes! She wasn't possessed, that was a cold-hearted killer, just like years ago with her parents!"

That stung, right through the soul and frantically I had enough. Cas wasn't here to stop if I do leave and Dean probably wouldn't care, but I can't leave. I knew what exactly is going on, the grace are battling with each other and I'm in the crossfire of it.