Angel in a Cage (A Sequel to Devil in a Trenchoat)

On Your Own

  You drove and drove, nothing on your mind. You ignored your ringing phone until you finally turned it off, pulling into a remote dinner in a completely different state then when you had started. You wiped your eyes and went in, taking a seat. An older lady in a waitress outfit stepped closer to you.

  “May I take your order?” She asked. You nodded, looking at the menu.

  “Could I have a stack of waffles with the black coffee?” You asked. The lady nodded and wrote it down.

  “Sure thing, (Y/N).” She replied. You froze.

  “How do you know my name?” You asked. She seemed to ignore your question, going and taking another person's order. You decided you were just tired and needed something to wake you up. The waitress brought you your coffee and waffles, smiling brightly at you. Something about her was unnerving. You ate your food slowly, enjoying the feeling of being less hollow. The coffee did exactly what you needed it to, it perked you up instantly. The waitress made her way back over to you, taking your now empty plate.

  “Thank you.” You smiled, finishing off your coffee.

   “No problem (Y/N).” She replied. Your smile fell. There it was again, she knew your name, there was no doubt about it now. You stood up.

  “How do you know my name?” You asked, narrowing your eyes.

  “Huh?” The lady replied dumbly.

  “How. Do you know. My name?” You asked a little bit more forcefully. She only smiled, the entire dinner seemed to stare at you. You closed your eyes and everyone was back in their own conversations. You almost bolted to the bathroom, going to the sink. You splashed your face with ice Cold water, looking up into the mirror. Jay and Rory pounded on the glass screaming for help. You cried out in fear and and stumbled back into the wall, stunned. Within a few seconds you were in control, running to the mirror.

  “Jay!? Rory?!” You called, tears blurring your vision. You closed your eyes and looked down into the sink, everything was silent. You opened your blurry eyes and barely dared to look back into the mirror. Crowley's smirk reflected off the glass.

  “Hello, love.” He greeted. You tangled your hands in your hair, confusion gripping you.

  “Crowley… You..” You began crying.

  “Yes, I have your dear lad and lassie down here in my kingdom… They've suffered quite a lot because of you.”

  “No, no. It's not true. It's not true.” You said, crying harder.

  “I'm afraid it's much too true. Much too real, dear… Now be a good little lady and follow my instructions if you ever want to free your damned family.” Crowley said, waving his hand at you. Choking on your sobs, you nodded.

  “I'll do anything.” You said.

  “Good.” He said, snapping his fingers.

  “Stay with us! Come on wake up! Wake up!” A woman was yelling, shaking you. You managed to open your eyes, looking around wearily.

  “We're going to get you to the hospital. You're going to be okay.” The woman said.

  “W-what happened?” You asked, your vision beginning to blur. Before the woman could answer you were back into the darkness.