Caught in the Crossfire~~Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 31: Two Minutes Till Death

No calls nor answers from Dean. I could hear his phone ring continuously down the hall with Cas behind me. "Dean, God dammit! Pick up the phone!" I swore under my breath.

Looking down every hall until one literally screamed in pain and it was Dean's cries.

"DEAN!" I yelled down the hall, griping the Angel Blade.

We both bolt down the hallway until we found the room. Dean and Sam on the floor screwing blood, with the forth Horseman towering over them. His face turn pale one he looked at us.

"Cas?" The brothers questioned.

"How did you two get here? Your supposed to be DEAD!"

"We took the bus." Cas spoke while catching his breath. Cas steps in front of me and before I could he collapses on the floor.

He coughs up blood onto the floor and the Horseman and his servant looks at me. "Oh, what's wrong, out of Angel juice? An Angel near death is the on the head line news this past week, boys. Why don't you take a step in dear?"

I gulp down nothing and take a step into the door. My chest suddenly dissipates and blood seep through my lip. My neck tense and the grace races through my blood. My eyesight is losing color and Pestilence smiles at me. "Oh, I just remembered! If your grace is gone, so are you."

My vision crosses into two and his creepy smile crawls down my spine and begin to lose balance. He snaps his finger and my gut wrenches. "Get her." He order at his woman servant.

I grab my gut and grip the blade. I stumble out of the doorway and used the wall as a balance as I try to make my way down the hallway. I could hear the walking, intimately footsteps behind me.

"Oh, sweetie. You can't even hold your balance."

I feel her behind me and I smile as the pain turns into misery. "And you're no better either." I comment as I take a spin and take a swing at her.

The tip of the blade catches the flesh on her meat suit's neck. I take cautious steps backwards and spun around the corner. Pestilence appears suddenly in front of me and my eyes widen. He holds his crippled hand in the other with blood spilling everywhere. "Your boyfriend is searching for you." He smiles.

He uses his good hand and grabs my collar of my shirt, turning me down the hallway and violently throwing me down the hallway. Air hinges in the back of my throats as my back collides and slide on the tile ground. I groan and grab my gut as I slowly begin to sit up until they both appear in front me.

"This world is better without you in it." He smirks. "End her."

"I could say the same for you-" I cough.

I slowly stand up and touch the Angel Blade through his chest, slowly sinking deeper until I pull it out. The skin slowly wrinkles up and the color turns into a grayish-white. His muscles slowly dismantling each other and his servant wasn't having it.

Her screamed filled the air and it sounded quite similar like mine. My body slowly fails as oxygen is being deprived. I take my a deep breath as she screams in furious anger. she glares deeply at me and I return the look of the confuse. She suddenly bolts and barrels towards me in complete rage.

With nothing to stop my fall and with nowhere to go, I froze in fear. She tattle down under my rib cage with her deep nails clawing at me like a werewolf. We both go through the giant glass window behind me. I catch ahold of something and it comes to a sudden stop, making me hit the building and her being savagely torn away from me. I look three stories down and her body is splatter across the pavement.

I gasp for air as my hand slowly slip from the wire. My vision double cross again and I feel the pain relief, but I'm losing my color.

I couldn't find nothing to scream with as the boys yelled my name. My heart rushed and rushed and my body shivers and begins to shut itself down from sleep deprived and oxygen. I try to pull myself up, but I slip further down.

"CAS!" I screamed to the best of my ability, but I hear nothing return.

I look down to see a dumpster below me. "Oh god. Oh god." I whisper. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Pain begin to up roar in my chest as I see the light faint blue race to my head. My look at the side of my shirt to see blood getting caught and soaked up in my shirt. The screaming of my name fades and comes again and I begin to pull myself up. My arm weak and tangled in a mess with no muscle use. I grip my hands on the window seal.

I cry out in pain as my hands are pierced by the left glass shards still attached to the window.

"Come on. Come on." I tell myself before I can close my eyes. I kick my feet off the wall and push myself onto the floor. My gut laying on top of the glass, I see the boys, and I intake air again.

"Cas!"

He turns and I slowly begin to lose my grip. I grunt as I try to push myself up onto the ground, but I couldn't. Too tired to.

He begin to run towards me and the boys follow. I give one last push until I slip out of the window seal. I scream slightly and grab ahold of the wire again.

"ASHLYN!"

I slip down the wire and they suddenly poke their heads out of the window. Cas lends a hand and I quickly grab it. He pulls me up and on to the buildings floor. I collapse down and catch my breath, but I couldn't.
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"The forth Horseman, Death, is planning on going to Chicago, Killing three million people, and you're going to say yes to Lucifer?" Dean questions Sam while I lay motionless on the back of the Van.

"'Yes' to Lucifer to get him in the hole. Very interesting plan." I overhear Cas.

I grunt and I sit myself up and lean against the metal sliding door. I shut my eyes, still listening.

"Tell me how is this plan good?"

"It's the only to put in the cage, but Sam if you fail, the war will happen. Michael already found his vessel, Adam."

My body trembles and I feel the temptations of the plan.

"Yeah, Yeah. How 'bout you go back there and check on Ashlyn. She if she is still inhaling air and get some sleep."

"Very funny, Sammy." I snorted.

Cas turns and faces me and I grunt as I sit up against the Van. He walks down and sat beside me. "How are you feeling?" He ask, concerned.

"Human." I comment. "I forgot what it felt like to be honest. Now, I really wish I wasn't at all human."

He looks down and I notice the long gashes across the corner of his eyebrow. I lift my hand and my thumb lightly grazes the top. He winces and sorta jerks back.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He sighs.

He leans against the Van beside me and I rest my head on his shoulder and fall in a couple hours of sleeping.