Breaking Angels: A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Hell's Bells

I follow Dean’s car to a tiny house on the edge of town. He and Brandi unlock the door and head inside, leaving me skulking on the side of the street; trying to look inconspicuous in my car. Finally, I give up and step out in to the open air. I’m not just going to wait for him to do his thing and leave.

I walk about the porch steps and rest my hand on the door knob; this is about to go from some harmless stalking to break and entry. Am I ready to cross that line?

My body decides for me and soon I find myself in a small foyer, surrounded by a bunch of plotted plants. I run my hand over a leaf and realize its fake; what kind of person needs this many silk Ferns. Brandi is a freak.

The faint sound of voices leads me down the hall to a partially closed door. I am about to burst in, but something stops me; a sound I recognize that doesn’t fit the picture. It’s the sound of Holy Water sizzling, and I catch the faint scent of burning flesh. I don’t know a lot about Dean; but I really doubt that his bedroom life consists of demonic possession roll play. I peer through the tiny crack and my stomach drops at the scene playing out before me.

                “I know you can tell me,” Dean snarls, throwing more water at Brandi; who is tied to a chair, parked in a Devil’s trap, black eyed and mad as hell.

                “You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” she says with a smirk. “But I ain’t telling you a thing.”

He grins and picks up a tiny knife, “You know, I thought you might say that.” He traces the blade over her skin and I cringe, unable to accept what I see. “It’s a good thing I learned so much while I was in Hell, now getting information from you guys is almost as easy as the internet; just point and click.”

He stabs the knife into her leg and she screams, thrashing against the ropes. I clap a hand over my mouth to silence my gasp and my brain turns over, trying to process everything. I know Dean went to Hell, but it’s not like he’s ever talked about it with me; why would he? Seeing the truth of it laid out in all its gruesome glory is enough to make me sweat.

                “I can see why you are so ready to throw yourself into the fire,” Brandi says. “I’d want to sacrifice myself too if I had to deal with that little redheaded bitch all day.”

The insult is not lost on me, but I push it away, focusing on her words. What sacrifice is she talking about?

                “It’s really noble of you,” she continues. “Not many people would give up their lives just to kill a few measly demons.”

                “Don’t talk about Poppy like that!” Dean hisses as he fights to keep control, his knuckles are clenched so tightly that they are white. “And don’t pretend you know anything about bravery, you’re scum.”

She shrugs, “Maybe so, but I was human once. I remember what it’s like to have all those feelings of pain and regret, its sucks a big one, doesn’t it?”

Dean pulls the knife out of her leg with a sickening squelch and buries it in her neck, eliciting another scream. “Enough talk,” he says. “I want answers.”

Brandi breathes heavily, “You’re can’t kill me, you know that. So you might as well quit now.”

Dean stops and appraises her, his muscles clenched so hard he is shaking. I want to go in and take the knife from his hand, but even I’m scared of what he might do. It’s a new feeling, being scared of Dean; of all the emotions I’ve gone through, fear has never been one of them. I don’t think I like it.

                “I might not be able to kill you,” Dean begins, his voice deadly and quiet. “But I can tear you apart, limb from limb and then drop you in a pool of holy water.”