Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 27

The sword glowed a light gold. Against the silver in the blade, I saw my reflection. My eyes turned a golden yellow, and they also had a light glow to them. I kept my eyes on the sword, and heard clapping from behind me.

"Good job," it was a female voice, "you figured it out."

"Who are you?" I asked, not losing my concentration on the new person.

Her eyes flashed black, "Don't you remember me? You ratted me out to Crowley."

A short memory flashed through my eyes. It was a different body, but this same demon was standing with me. I pulled the sword from a giant rock, and was holding it in my hands. Crowley appeared, and I did ray out this woman.

"Vivian?" I asked.

She walked closer , her eyes turning a brilliant green, "Correct, old friend. Well, frenemy."

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want your pity. I want your head on a stick." She growled.

I pulled the sword up, and blocked the arm she sent my way. She hissed as her skin began to sizzle at the touch of it. I kicked her back, and she ended up against the wall. I held the sword by her stomach. If I needed to, I'd kill her.

"You're hurt from this blade. Now I see why Crowley wanted it." I mumbled to myself.

Vivian took her chance, and pushed me off of her. The sword skittered away from me , and I fell on my back. Vivian crawled on top of me, and held me by my throat.

"You're dead now, bitch." She growled in my ear, but soon the growls turned into a hiss.

I gripped her arms, and threw her off of me. She scrambled to get up, but I beat her to it first. I stood with my fists held in front of me, ready for combat. I waited for her to come at me, just like I did with Dean. She did, and I landed a punch straight at her nose. She stumbled back, a drip of blood streamed down from her nose.

"That all ya' got?" She asked.

She came at me again, and kicked me in the ribs. With the pressure of the kick, I heard the bones crack. I flew to the floor, but her grabbed the collar of my shirt, and held me up just so my feet weren't touching the ground.

"What do you want, Vivian?" I asked.

"I want your head on that pole-" she pointed to a metal pole across the warehouse, "over there."

I kicked my leg up, and landed it across her ribs. She dropped me, and I landed on my feet. She stumbled back, but came at me again. She punched this time, and hit me square in the jaw. Her other hand grabbed my neck, and she kept throwing punches. I could feel my face start to bleed around my eye, and my nose. The warmth of the blood dripped to my chin, and dropped down. The air in my body was slowly going away, and I couldn't breathe. I tried to kick, but I was too weak. When she stopped punching, she dropped me, and I landed on my back. She crawled on top of me while I gasped for air. She pulled a machete from the waist of her jeans, and held it to my throat.

"This is where I get what I came here for." She hissed.

I pivoted my hips, and flipped us over. I quickly got up, and ran for my sword. When I hand gripped the handle, the power surged through me again. It was almost like I was never hurt.

"Never did I think this day would come, Viv." I mumbled, while she got up.

She let out a war cry, and ran at me. My sword ready, I stuck it forward. As soon as she was angry, her face was twisted in pain, and her skin glowed a bright orangey yellow. I pulled my sword away, and they body fell limply to the ground.

The woman Viv was possessing, was now dead on the concrete floor. The dim glow of the sword went away, and it disappeared from my hand. I opened my palm, and found the necklace it once was. Clasping the necklace around my neck, I heard yelling from outside the old warehouse. It was Sam and Dean.

I felt the warmth of the blood still on my face, and I went to wipe it, but stopped. I just needed to wash up anyway. I walked outside the warehouse, and saw Sam and Dean walking around with flashlights. The night had crickets chirping, and the stars shining.

"I'm right here. Shut your cake holes." I shouted, although I was right behind them.

They jumped in surprise, and their faces were even more surprised when they saw my own. I chuckled a little, and walked further towards the opening of the woods. They followed behind, asking questions on my face, and what happened. I told them, and they were seemingly surprised. None of us spoke until we were safely back into the bunker. Dean was the first to speak after not asking more questions.

"So, you actually used the sword?" He leaned against the empty table I'd cleared earlier.

"Yes.. And it was kinda fun." I smirked a little, and walked over to one of the little sinks with a mirror. My face was worse than I thought it was. Turning on the water, I cupped some in my hands and splashed it in my face. I could feel some of the sticky dry blood come off of my face. Keeping that strategy, my face was cleaned up. Now, bruises littlered my face. I groaned. This is gonna suck. I lifted up my shirt to see my torso and ribs. More large bruises were scattered across the scarred skin, and one of my ribs was probably broken, "Wonderful."

I walked back over to Sam and Dean, wondering what they were talking about. They didn't notice my presence, as they had a heated conversation in a hushed whisper. I coughed awkwardly, making them snap their heads toward me. I leaned against the wall, and waited for them to talk again.

"How many injuries?" Sam asked.

"Count the bruises, plus the broken rib." I stated, rather lowly. I was still angry at Sam, but it doesn't mean I can't talk.

Dean looked at me, "So, you got into a fight with a demon? And this is what you come out with?"

I scowled at him, "Dean, she was a rather strong demon, and I wasn't even close to ready. I was too busy sulking in my own problems to even know she was alive."

Dean just rolled his eyes, and went to go somewhere. It left Sam and I sitting in the large room. I got up from my leaning position, and went to leave. Honestly, I didn't feel like talking. I was utterly bored, and tired from the little fight I just got home from.

Without a word, I walked up to Sam's room, and grabbed all of my stuff. I wasn't staying in his room. So, I shouldered my duffels, and went to the living room. Sam didn't say a word, while I set my stuff down, and lied absentmindedly on the couch. I was too tired to keep talking anymore.

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A/N: So, yeah. Um, comment and vote please! Thanks!

~Mae