Child of Heaven (Supernatural)

One Crazy Two Crazy

The stench was near unbearable. 
Rotting flesh, urine, vomit, and blood. You could smell it from the front door. 
Luckily, the only occupant of the dungeon was the woman laying unconscious on the floor, and the fumes were doing nothing but seeping into her clothing... or what was left  of it. 

"...the hell?" A thick brown boot nudged at the body that had been laid strategically  in the sunlight. Someone wanted him to find the poor woman. 

The hunter slowly and carefully crouched to the cold concrete floor. Blood and vomit soaked his jeans where his knees hit the floor, and he averted his eyes from the terrible wounds that scarred the young woman's body. She couldn't have been any older than his own son. 

He pressed two fingers to her neck. A heartbeat was there, but it was surprisingly erratic even though her breathing was barely noticeable. 
He brushed a hand over her forehead and nearly pulled away at the heat radiating from her head. 

"John Winchester." Like a flash of lightning there was a gun in his hand and a murderous expression on his face. John knew that voice, and he hated it. 
Azazel raised his hands in mock surrender. 
"So hostile. You know, you should thank me for catching this one." The young woman on the floor suddenly seemed to come alive, her body twitched and writhed on the floor. The wounds that decorated her body stretched and pulled, and caused John to wonder how on God's green earth she was still alive. 

"Who is she?" John hissed through his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to launch himself at that demon and rip it's beastly throat out. He wanted that demon dead more than anything. But how he was going to kill it... John had no idea. It was a suicide mission to try.
So John glared at Azazel. 
Azazel smiled. 

"She's another one of your kind." Yellow eyes strode toward the shuddering form on the ground and traced her cheek bones with a long silver blade, then thrust it into her hand. The woman moaned.
"Yet, she's more deadly than a whole hoard of my foot soldiers." John looked down at the girl and wondered how such a small person could have such a reputation. 
But then it dawned on him. There on the floor was his key to killing the yellow eyed demon. But it was too easy. Azazel was practically handing her over to him. 

"I see you've figured it out." He droned. "You know who she is, and you know that I can't kill her. But there is a way we can both win." 

"Your stupidity continues to amaze me. I would rather die than help you in any way." The trap was winding up. Yellow eyes and John Winchester circled around the young woman like vultures fighting over a slab of meat. The tension rose and both knew a fight was inevitable, however the difference was this: John knew there was noway he could win. 

"Are you sure?" John snarled while Azazel continued his attempts to sway the hunter. "I want her dead more than you can imagine, and she had the only means to kill me." John glanced down at that blade and knew that at the moment, Azazel was right. That blade could end this. 

So John made a dive for it.  

~*~

The world felt like fire. Whether or not it was because of the building or the nightmare she just experienced, Lani had yet to decide. Although she also credited that feeling to the fact that one more cut and her intestines would probably spill out. 
So she laid there. Tired, bleeding, and half dead. Lani knew sleeping was the last thing she should do, but at this point the grip sleep had on her was more like a comforting hug than a choke hold. 
There was one problem. Well... three actually. 
The sound of someone being thrown across a room forced her to jerk painfully awake. Glass breaking and metal hitting the concrete caused her headache to spike. But that wasn't even the worst problem. 
The ceiling was on fire. 
Lani could feel the heat on her face and the light on her sensitive eyes. How in the world the ceiling caught ablaze, Lani had no idea. But the beams holding the flaming roof up were beginning to crumble. Escaping was the logical option. But that brought up another problem. 
Lani was in no condition to move. 
The huntress managed to lift her head high enough to do a damage report. Multiple lacerations to the arms, legs, and abdomen; A variety of stab wounds, burns, and broken bones. Luckily all her limbs were functional, but at least two ribs were broken and there was no doubt that she had a concussion. 
Oh Joy.