Supernatural

Chapter Twenty-Five~You're a Lovely Dream

*Angela's POV*

No dreams are there to startle me awake this time. My eyes flutter open and I'm immediately aware of what's happened, of where I am, and who is with me. My body is sore and despite just waking up; I'm exhausted. I look at the concrete ceiling with almost no hope left, yet my eyes aren't wet. I think they've completely run out of tears to spend.

"Hello again, darling." My eyes focus on the face looming over me. I keep my mouth closed. "What? No good morning?" I resist telling him where he can shove his 'good morning.' He gently places a hand on my arm and slides it tenderly down it. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and grind my teeth to keep from making a sound. He had covered my entire body in scratches; and that's putting it mildly. I could still feel the sensation of his nails carving into my skin. As a result, my entire body is now raw. I have come to be thankful for the table I'm on; at least one side of my body was safe.

"How long are you going to prolong this?" I croak. My voice is scratchy and rough from all the screeching. He gasps and moves back up to my face.

"Are you so eager to leave my company? It's only been a day and a night since we've been together. Ready to quit so soon?" I bite my lip. Then a memory comes back to me. I feel him bite down slightly on my lip and I have to break away and gasp. As I do, Dean whispers in my ear, "I've been wanting to do that ever since the first time you bit your lip. It's really sexy." Another sigh rattles it's way out of my chest. Then, I do something that surprises even myself. I smile.

"It's for your own safety." I push the words out of my throat even though doing so causes searing pain. "They will come for me. The three of them." My breathing becomes heavier with the effort of speaking. "And they will end you." As soon as the last word is out I close my eyes. I couldn't bring myself to believe what I had said. I only knew that Dean would want me to be strong, so that's exactly what I'm going to do. Even if it's only an act. I hear him step away and the sharp clanging sound of metal of metal. Then I feel him carefully begin to filet my skin off. Screams once again rip out of my body but with them comes laughter. I won't let this thing beat my mind. I'm strong enough to hold on until he kills me. I can do this.

*Dean's POV*

Cas lands us right outside a big warehouse. After landing we survey the entire outside of the building. Then we reconvene a few hundred feet from what looks like the main entrance.

"I got nothing, but a whole bunch of junk cars on the other side of the building." I say. Sam shakes his head and Cas does the same. "So the thing is probably working alone." I pause for a moment then clap my hands together. "Alright, here's the game plan. Cas and I will go through the front door, Sam you stay out back and go through the books. That way if you find something you can call us, or if they come out that way you can stop them." Sam nods and starts jogging to his post. I glance at Cas and nod once. Then we're on our way towards the front door, angel blade in my hand.

When we reach the door I try the handle; locked. I hand my blade to Cas and take my lock picking stuff out of my pocket. After a few seconds the lock is picked and we both stealthily slip inside. I put my lock pick back in my jacket pocket and take my blade back from Cas. 

"Cas, you go invisible girl and scout ahead for me. Come back if you find out where she is." He nods once and then he's gone. I slowly move through the halls, opening door after door, but find nothing. To anyone else, this place would look completely abandoned, but as a hunter I notice things that others wouldn't. First of all, everything is too clean. There's no dirt on the floor, no paint is peeling, and nothing is lying around. Every single room I look into is pristine. That lets me know something is here and hopefully, Angela is here as well. My mind drifts at the thought of her. She puts one leg between my two legs, then presses her body as close to mine as possible. Her lips are right by my ear and her hands are flat on the tops of my thighs. She brushes her lips at the spot right in front of my ear and then whispers to me.