Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 19

KYLEE POV

I began to shake. So much blood was lost, and I couldn't move anymore. It was like I had some sort of paralyzing acid inside my body. I could feel it burning throughout my veins. Crowley found my weakness. His own blood. So, he bled for a few hours, just so he could give me certain doses every time he came inside this wretched room.

Crowley burst through the doors, a smirk on his face, and a needle in his hand. He wore the same thing he was every other time he came in here. The apron , and his suit. He grabbed a needle from the table next to my own, "Are you going to tell me yet?"

"No." I choked out. I had no way to tell how long I was in here, or what time of day it was. No windows made that part hard. All it seemed to be was hours upon hours of torture.

Crowley moved my neck to the side, and pushed the needle inside my carotid artery. Best way to an instant bloodstream. When he pulled the needle away, he smirked. My vision became blurry, and I couldn't stay awake any longer.

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SAM POV

It'd been three months since Kylee's leave, and four since Dean's. I was alone. I didn't want to be, but I had no other choice. Castiel was a busy because he was... Gone. And Garth couldn't help at all. He tried, but ended up dying. A demon got out of a trap , and killed him. God, so many people are dead because of me.

I started the new bottle of Jack. I poured shots, downing each one of them. Life seemed so unimportant. I mean, Dean is probably dead, and Kylee is on the verge of death. I'm alone.

But, I could still try and look for someone. A new thought popped in my head. family. Kylee hasn't said anything about hers. Except for her one comment. About 'being six feet under with the rest of her family.' Well, that idea went down the drain.

I pushed my face into my hands after downing another shot.

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KYLEE POV

I woke up, blinking wildly at the bright light above me. I was still in the same position. Restrained on the metal table. Same room, same empty feeling.

"Kylee?" A shaky voice came from the other side of the room. It sounded female, and really tired.

"Who're you?" I grumbled.

The person walked toward me, and with shaky hands, touched my face lightly, "It's me... I- I haven't seen you in, gosh... Too many years to count... Since you were maybe 7."

Realization hit, "Mom... How are you-"

The woman now with gray blonde roots looked at me, a tear dripping down her face, "Alive? Well, I never died. I left. I made the mistake because I knew your father could raise you better than I could. But, you're in the life I never wanted you in."

My mother seemed so frail. From the pictures that were taken years back, she was thinner, and smaller. Her hair was braided and reached the small if her back. She wore tattered and bloody clothing, but had no scratch on her.

My voice came out rough, and strained, "Why are you here?"

"Crowley took me because he thought I had the sword."

I nodded, "Why are you here, though?"

She sighed, "Because. After this, I won't be living another day. I'm sorry that this is the only way I would get to see you, but it's not my fault. I promise you. You'll see me again. And not in hell."

Just then, Crowley walked in. He had a HellHound next to him. The giant demon dog was panting, and ready for its food. Sadly it was my mother. I let out a small whimper.