Supernatural

Chapter Forty-Two~Blood

The next morning goes by too quickly for my taste. When I got up Dean was already awake and fully dressed. His face was serious, but softened slightly when he saw that I was awake. He told me we were all moving out in ten minutes and after that it's a blur. I got ready quickly, putting on all my own clothes so the bagginess of Dean's wouldn't inhibit my movements. I strapped the angel blade to my calf again, ignoring the disapproving look from Dean. I beat him to the library and talked to Cas and Chuck until he got there. We're now all heading up the bunker's steps to the Impala. We all stop in front of it and take a minute. This is the plan after all. I give Cas and Sam a tight hug and kiss on the cheek, although I have to reach very high to kiss Sam. I look at Dean with a wry smile.

"We'll see you there, okay? And everything will go right, so don't worry." I tell him, or maybe myself. Dean looks at me with concern, but masks it with confident bravado.

"Of course. Of course, it'll go right; it's my plan." He assures me and gets me to smile. I glance at Sam and hit puts his hand on Cas's shoulder. They both get into the Impala and shut the doors to give us some privacy. I see Dean glance at Chuck and then I hear Chuck snap his fingers. I look at him and see he's turned around and has fuzzy pink earmuffs on. I giggle then turn back to Dean. He drops the weapon bag and grabs my waist. He pulls me close to him and plants his lips on mine. One hand moves to my lower back to press me closer and the other takes a handful of my hair. He pulls on it slightly and let's go, and then repeats. I wrap my hands in his shirt and pull towards me, making sure he can't pull away. After a minute, I pull away and look up at the sky. Dean seems to never tire and continues kissing me, only now he kisses my neck. I bite my lip and let go of Dean's shirt. Instead, I take his face in my hands and look into his eyes. I don't have to say anything, he knows. I nod at him and kiss him one more time before going over and touching Chuck's shoulder. He jumps, but turns around and snaps away the earmuffs. He smiles at me and nods at Dean. I look at Dean staring at me and smile slightly. He gives me a wink, his bravado again, but it lifts my spirits. Then I feel Chuck's hand in mine and we're gone. We arrive back at the empty warehouse Adriel took me to. We all agreed this place would make her the angriest, so she wouldn't think before showing up. We hope, anyway. Chuck makes us appear outside the door and he makes me wait here while he goes inside. I guess Dean, Sam, and Cas never cleaned up after they saved me. After no more than a second Chuck comes back out and takes my hand. He leads me inside. Everything is just as it was, only clean. Chuck's doing, I presume. The set of tools he used on me is still there, the contraption he kept me on, the scent of disinfectant mixed with blood. I guess Chuck didn't think to clear the smell. I close my eyes and I'm back on that thing, screaming. I take a deep breath and look at Chuck. His face is understanding. He knows what I'm thinking about. I nod at him.

"I'm ready." I tell him, not at all meaning it. He gives me a smile and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Now, I'll be invisible, but I'll still be right here. She won't lay a hand on you." Chuck assures me and I nod. I'm afraid my voice will be shaky when I speak, so I choose to say nothing. He stares right into my eyes and then he disappears, but I can still feel his hand on my shoulder for just a moment. After that's gone too, I know that it's time.

"Vindica." I say and I sound like a child. I clear my throat and think of Dean. I think of Chuck who is right here to back me up and I say it again. "Vindica," It's strong this time and that's when I know that I can do this. "I'm still alive, Vindica. I'm where we killed Adriel, your boyfriend. Wouldn't you like to see it? I'd sure love to see your face when you see where he died. Unless you're afraid of the undead girl..." I leave my sentence slightly unfinished, waiting. A flap of wings notifies me of her presence. I turn to the noise and inhale sharply. She's ready to kill me already. Her angel blade is out and in her hand, but the thing that chills my blood is that there's already blood all over it. Her clothes are splattered with blood, made even more apparent by the fact that she's wearing almost all white.