Falling From Heaven

Chapter 2

When we got back to my studio, I was armed. I guess it should be quite obvious that the boys were armed. I mean, they are the Winchesters. We snuck in, even though we didn't need to. "Mike"  or whatever the hell his name was, knew we were here anyway s, so what's the point? I decided to lead the way  knowing where this demon would be. His office.

We crept quietly down the hall. When we reached the door to his office, I said "I'll go first. I want to have a few words with this bastard." They nodded even though they were both hesitant.

I reached for the door, twisting the knob and pushing the door open slowly. I'm not sure if I was scared or not, I think it was the adrenaline, but when I was pulled in by and invisible force faster than the speed of light, I was scared then. When the door slammed shut, I heard the boys start pounding on the door. I knew already that there was no way in, so I knew that I would have to face him by  myself. Which I didn't mind. Like I said, I wanted to have a few words with this bastard. 

"Hello Katherine." He said. I turned around, finally having control over my own body. "It's nice to see you again."

I looked at him in curiosity. I've said it before and I'll say it again: mentality is not my strong point. "Oh. You don't remember me, do you?" There was only one possible answer to this. Of course, it was him. How could I be so stupid? Of course he wouldn't let me escape. "Now now. There's no need to get angry kitten. It's not like I was going to let you live."

I took a swing at him. He moved out of the way. I tried again only to be pinned against the wall by that invisible force again. I grunted in pain. "Tsk tsk," you could feel the arrogance radiating off of his voice. "There's no need to get frisky. I like to talk. Enlighten me on who you thought I really was." I stayed silent, just wanting to get this over with. "No answer? Oh come on kitten." He came real close to me. His breath was on my face, he whispered "Let's talk about all the good times we had together." He stroked my face. I stayed silence. It worked before and it still had the possibility of working now. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking me a second. I wouldn't scream.

I shuddered again, not wanting to relive those memories. I tried to keep the time I had been kidnapped a secret from everyone, including myself. I hated the time with him and I would have rather died than be there. I welcomed death. After all, I was a hunter and shouldn't be afraid of something like death. I should have died or killed myself or something but I was never given the chance to. When he removed his hand, I felt my face burn. It was then that I realized he had burnt it. "Just like old times, huh?" He said. He smacked me when I spit in his face. Not my best choice but my confidence was rising. I couldn't help myself. I was back to my old self and I didn't want to be any other way.

Since I was still pinned against the wall, he lifted up my shirt with his fire hot hands and took the knife I had. Once again, when he removed his hands, I was burnt. He took the knife in his hand holding it up to the light.

"Oh. Now, where in the world did you get this?" He held the knife up to the light, being careful because he knew what it was and that it would kill him. I had gotten it from Sam. He said it would kill a demon. I had no choice but to trust him, because, when has he ever put my life in danger? Except for that dark time before I got kidnapped. And also putting aside the times I made him use me as bait. I forgave him and the other times it was my doing.

He plunged the knife into my left thigh. "Answer me!" He screamed in my face while I forced myself to not cry out in agony. When I didn't answer him, he twisted the knife. He knew I wouldn't answer him. "Well then, if you aren't gonna talk, I guess we'll just get this over with."

He harshly removed the knife from my leg as a few tears fell from my eyes. Then, I remembered that the boys were still out there trying to get it. I had forgotten all about them. Their screaming had been blocked out from the pain ringing in my ears. My brain seemed like it was having a jump rope competition in my skull while I tried to calm my migraine with a few steady breaths. I had to be strong, for them. "I don't have to speak to scum like you," I growled. Might as well, I was going to die soon anyway. There was no way I was making this out alive.

I decided it would be best to go ahead and get my last prayers out of the way. God, if you're still there, can you please make sure the Winchesters are kept safe. As my last requests, I also really don't want them to see me like this when they finally break down that door. I just...want them to be protected. Please, let one of your angels watch over them for me when I'm gone. That's all I've really ever wanted; for them to be kept safe and make the world a better place. If you could do that, I would be eternally grateful. In fact, I guess I already am. Thank you. Amen. I started to cry. Knowing that I wasn't going to die in my 80's or something from  natural causes really gets to you. Then again, what was I expecting? A happy-go-lucky-unicorn life? It was my dying wish that only God was able to hear. Damn it, why do things have to be so fucking complicated?

My  thoughts were torn away from me as I was suddenly focused on the only feeling that mattered. Pain. The knife plunged deep into my lower abdomen, almost cutting off my air. He knew where to stab me so that I would suffer. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced, and that's saying a lot. I could feel the blood pouring up into my throat and onto my lights slowly dripping onto where the demon was as the knife was twisting around in my stomach. Then the blood started coming out harder and faster and I didn't see the demon anymore. I barely saw anything, in fact. I had dropped to the floor at some point during my excruciating pain, which only caused me to lose more blood as I had landed on the knife. The handle of the demon blade was inside of me now. If I focused hard enough, I could feel all of the blood on my body over this painful experience. It was coming out of my mouth, my nose, and it wasn't as bad as it should have been in my stomach. That was the amazing the about the human body.

There wasn't a joke I could make about my death as my eyes started to close. But before they could, I saw a bright yellow flash coming from in front of me. I tried to open my eyes and when I did, I saw a man in a trench coat standing over me He stared at me before taking me into his arms and opening the doors for the Winchesters. I only hurt worse and I knew in the back of my mind that I was bleeding all over this mysterious man. But I somehow couln't find it in me to even care.

The next thing I knew, we were in a different room and I was still in this man's arms. I had to be getting blood all over this man's clothes. I felt numb. I couldn't even here at the moment. The last thing I remember thinking before my eyes closed was me mustering up the last of my strength to say "'Would I be crazy if I said my prayers had been answered" with a smile on my face. And, I could almost swear I heard someone say "No."

So, Cas has been introduced into the story haha. So, next chapter I will start adding in the episodes, k? Don't forget to vote :) HAPPY FRICK FRACKITY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

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