World's Collide (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter Two - Body Dump

After revealing myself to the pair, they finally head back outside. I can still feel their presence outside, but they’re leaving me alone so I don’t care for the time being.

    When I head back upstairs, I’m at a loss as to what to do. I can’t just bury her in the woods like some meaningless, random person. She’s better than that. If I take her to the police station, an investigation will be opened. Her parents won’t give up trying to find out who killed her. And I’ll be primary suspect number one, they never liked me to begin with. But even if they do try to pin the murder on me, I don’t exist to the world. I have no record, and no prison cell could ever hold me.

    I slam my fist against the wall as tears start to build in my eyes again. I want to be punished, but there’s no way for the human world to do that.

    C’mon. Get your shit together. We gotta deal with this.

    I force my eyes to take in the bedroom. Our bedroom. The room is in shambles from Sara when she began to shift. Everything that was once on the dressers and shelves now lays in messy piles around the room. Drawers have been torn from our dressers. Picture frames torn down and shredded. Broken, bloodied glass laying around them. Even the bed is askew from it’s usual place. A bloody corpse laying upon it. The tears spill over.

    Every movement from then on is forced. Eventually I feel myself becoming numb, my actions quick and robotic. I clean Sara’s body up, replacing her torn and bloody clothes, and wrapping her in our nicest sheets. When I finish the grueling task, I take a seat at my desk, pulling out a sheet of paper and a pen. With a shaky hand I write;

Dear Mrs and Mr. Reynolds (and whoever else reads this)

  I’m so sorry to be delivering this news, but I figured it was only fair that you knew. Sara is no longer with us. I am so, so sorry this happened. If it’s any consolation, it ended quickly. She didn’t suffer. The murders in the woods near the Reynolds’ cabin won’t happen anymore either.

I can’t bear to go on. Besides I don’t think I’ve got anything else to say. I don’t bother signing the short letter either. Instead I fold the letter in half and scribble, ‘These sheets contain the body of Sara Reynolds.’ on the outside. I tuck the note into the bundle of sheets. If I had a casket on hand, she’d be delivered in that. After all, even in death she deserved the very best.

    I scoop up Sara’s body, holding it tightly to my chest. It takes everything I have not to burst into tears again and fall to the floor. But she wouldn’t want that. So I carry on, with a painfully empty hole in my heart. I make my way downstairs and outside, only to find that I have another visitor.

    The two hunters are leaned up against a sleek black impala, with a very familiar blue-eyed angel standing before them. Three sets of eyes turn and lock onto me when I exit the house.

“Cas?” I ask very quietly, bewilderment clear on my face. “Why- why are you here?” What a perfect time to stumble on an old friend.

The hunters seem just as shocked. “You know her?” Dean asks while giving Castiel an intense, questioning look.

I take a few hesitant steps forward. I don’t think Castiel would ever hurt me, but loyalties do change sometimes.

The angel gives me a reassuring half smile, “Do not fear Raven, I have no intention of harming you.” My mouth drops open, but I can’t find anything else to say. I gently set Sara’s body on the ground before stepping over it and racing across the clearing. Castiel opens his arms and I crash against his chest. “Cassie I missed you so much.” I mumble against the cloth of his trenchcoat.

“And I, you.” He responds softly. “I was just about to tell these two who you were. I am truly sorry to hear about Sara. I know she was important to you.” I nod before stepping back and wiping my face.

“I really want to catch up with you Cas, but now is a really, really bad time.” My eyes travel to the bundle behind me. He nods, an understanding look in his eyes.

Sam suddenly speaks up, “Let me drive you to wherever you need to take her.” He catches my immediate hesitation and adds, “Please, I insist. It’s the least I can do after barging in like that.”

The other hunter, who’s name I still haven’t caught, glares up at his brother. “We just met her. We can’t just go around trusting every monster we bump into.”

Sam returns the glare, opening his mouth to argue.

    “Hey it’s fine. I’m just gonna fly her there. A lot easier to-” I start explain, but the other hunter cuts me off.

    “You can fly too?” He asks.

    I run a hand down my face, “You’re not the bright one are you? Yes I can fly. Did you two not put together what I was when I said I was a hybrid?”

    “Raven is part demon, part angel.” Cas says in his gravelly voice.

    The two hunters’ faces melt into disbelief.

    “Well that’s new.” Sam says quietly.

    I nod, “Now that the cat’s out of the bag, I’m gonna go take care of my girlfriend’s dead body.” They nod awkwardly and I turn back around to head to the bundle. While doing so, I begin to sprout my wings. Sharp bones force their way through my back, quickly covering themselves with a thick layer of muscle. Then black flesh, and eventually a layer of black and white-tipped feathers.

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    The adventure to the police station didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. For being nearly 2am, the station was awfully busy. An officer had come outside as I was setting the body down. He must have realized the bundle was body shaped because his voice raised to a shout. As soon as I turned around to run, he started to freak out. Yelling, calling for people, drawing his gun, the whole nine yards. Luckily he didn’t seem well trained at aiming and hitting a target. Only one bullet struck me, in the calf, causing me to briefly stumble. Spoke too soon. A stray bullet tore through my right wing, close to the base and deep into the muscle. I stumbled and fell, letting out a hiss of pain. Wings were sensitive, and if wounded hurt like a bitch, and took a long time to heal.

    I was forced to get up and go quickly, as the bullets were still raining down on me. As soon as I found one, I dove into an alley. At the back was a dumpster. I ran, leaping onto the dumpster while trying to ignore the pain in my wing. I quickly scaled the wall and clambered clumsily onto the roof of some shop. This is going to fucking hurt.

    With no choices left, I found the tallest building I could, and dove off.