Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 28

The next few days went by quickly. I gained nearly all of my memories back, and I was still trying to figure out a few new tactics to murder any supernatural creature. I pretty much stayed down in the shooting range, and focused on aim. I plugged in my music, and played 'Highway to Hell,' by AC/DC, and picked up my beloved 9 millimeter. I aimed at the bulleye on the head of the page. I emptied the magazine on the entire body of the page. I did this for a few more moments, and went on to throwing knives. I kind of sucked at it, so I decided to practice. Practice makes perfect, right?

The holster I always kept my silver knives in, stayed attached at my hip. I picked one up, and examined it. Feeling the weight, the point, etcetera. I looked at the dummy fifty feet away. I put my finger in the loop of the knife, and spun it around. I pulled my arm back, and threw the knife, aiming for the head. When the knife landed, it ended up in the shoulder of the dummy. I cursed under my breath, and grabbed another one. Without thinking, I flung the knife, and it landed in between where the eyes would've been. I kept grabbing them from the holster, and flinging them at the dummy. All of them hit where I wanted. I hopped over the counter, and grabbed all of the ten knives from the dummy. Four at the heart, four at the head, and two in both the shoulders. I re-holstered the knives, and hopped back over the counter.

After I took a break of training, I walked over to the other room. I looked around. It was an archery station. I hadn't picked up a bow in maybe six years. I picked up a compound bow, and the quiver of twelve arrows. I stood at the mark, and pulled the arrow back. When I let it go, it hit just a few inches to the left of the bullseye. I tried just a few more times, and finally hit the bullseye. I moved on to a target a little farther away. I aimed, and let go. I hit it straight in the head. When I was done, I pulled the arrows from the targets, and put everything away. My iPod was now playing 'Carry On' by Fun. I sang along a litlle, and reloaded the magazine of my 9 mill. When I finished, I loaded everything back up, slung my bag over my shoulder, and went back up the steps.

 Pulling out the earbuds, I heard two people talking. I eavesdropped...

 "Sammy, just let it go. She'll get over it," Dean's deep voice echoed a little.

 I could feel the waves of anger and frustration coming off of Sam, "Dean, you don't get it. I'm worried about her, and all she does is lie."

 "Well, Sam, get over it. She'll figure everything out, and shit will clear up."

 Well, I didn't think Dean liked me enough to back me up on something against his own brother. I suppose I owe a Thanks to the elder Winchester brother.

 When I walked through the door way, both of them looked at me, and I chuckled, "Can't a girl practice?"

 Dean chuckled, "Want a beer?"

 "After I go for a run. I will be back." I strapped on my tennis shoes, and put my ear buds back in. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and saw Sam standing there.

 "Mind if I come with?"

 "I don't care. I'm not waiting for you though," I grumbled and ran up the stairs to the door.

 When I left, the brisk September air bit at my face. I decided to go through the trail leading to the woods. I ran as fast as I could push myself, and hopped over a few loose branches, and roots. More music beat through my ears, and I kept pushing myself faster and faster. I saw something up ahead, causing me to slow to a stop. The closer I got, I saw a Giant looking Rottweiler. But, instead of fur, it was made of bones. It seemed like something from only a nightmare. I shivvered, and realized it was a hellhound. I cursed under my breath. I pulled my earbuds out, and tucked them into my tee shirt. My hand touched the sword beneath the think cotton. I moved the necklace to the front of my shirt, and yanked it off, making the sword grow to a full length. The hell hound growled at me, and lunged. Its claws ejected from it's paws. I swung the sword, cutting the hound. I heard it whimper, then growl at me. Black liquid seeped from the wound. It lunged again, and I stabbed at it. It whimpered, and fell. Instantly, it was dead. I pulled the weapon from its flesh, and i had it turn back into a necklace. Quickly clipping it, I heard slow clapping.

 I turned, and saw the King of Hell stood there with a smug look on his face. He walked closer to me, "Kudos, Kylee. You killed Lucky."

 I rolled my eyes, "First a demon, and now you? What do I owe the pleasure, Crowley?"

 "Oh, sweetheart, you have the object I wish to posess. The Sword."

 I chuckled dryly, "No. Why don't you and your smug little ass run around, and get your own?"

 Crowley snapped his fingers, and suddenly, I felt blood coming up my throat, "Stage one stomach cancer. What else can I do to get what I want? Hmm, how about lung cancer?"

 I started to feel my lungs slightly collapse, and I started to cough. The blood splattered out of my mouth, and on the dry dirt. I fell to my knees, and started to claw at my throat. I couldn't breathe, and blood was coming out of my mouth. I made a hand motion to make him stop, and everything did.

 "Okay, okay. I'll give it to you," I took the necklace off, and held it in my palm. I closed my fist around it, but didn't let it change. Crowley held out his palm, and I put my fist in it.

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A/N: CLIFF HANGER! Hheheheheheheheheh.

 :3 YOU LOVE ME!

 ~Mae