"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.
Before I could completely drop it into his palm, it changed into the sword. I made my move, and stabbed his torso. He grunted, and flashed a little. He fell to his knees, and grunted again. But, he lifted his head, and a dy laugh came from his lips.
"You can't kill me! I'm the King!" He growled before he fell limp.
When he fell, I pulled my sword and clipped the clasp behind my neck. I saw Sam running towards me in a muscle shirt, and basketball shorts.
"What the Hell happened?" He asked, seeing Crowley's body on the floor.
I grumbled, "He tried to steal something that wasn't his. So, he's dead now."
Sam's eyes widened, and he smiled a little. I missed his smile, but I was still mad... Yup... I'm.. Still... ugh. No I'm not. Irritated a little, but not angry.
"You killed the King of Hell! I can't believe it."
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Sam ended up bringing Crowley's meat suit to the Bunker. I told both of them the story, and they both seemed relieved. And then Dean's cell phone rang. Dean put it on speaker, and a teenage boy's voice spoke.
"The last trial? I decoded it. You have to purify a soul that's been corrupted," The kid's voice seemed unpleased.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked out loud.
The kid's voice panicked, "Whoa! Why is there a girl with you?"
"I'm a hunter, Kid. You'll meet me sooner or later." I said.
"Anyway, Kevin, I think we should bring you to the bunker. It's much safer than Garth's place." Dean interrupted out little conversation.
"Okay."
Within the next few minutes, the call ended, and we had to figure out what the hell purifying a corrupted soul meant. So, we headed to the basement, and got to work. I put my hair in a ponytail, and started to read files from the Men of Letters' documents. Dean took a box, I took a box, and Sam took a box. From there, our work began.
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A few hours later, I pulled out my final file. I opened the unlabeled manilla folder, and saw documents all over the pages. I saw a picture of a large syringe. I read through the documents, and looked in the bottom of the box. An old video tape sat with a thin layer of dust covering the title.
"Hey, guys... I think I found something," I spoke loud enough to hear them running over to me, "Dean, go find the movie player. Hurry."
Dean scrambled around the basement to search for the antique. Sam snatched the documents from me, and started to read them to himself.
"I think you found what we were looking for," Sam mumbled, "Thanks."
"Yeah. Anything for my favorite Winchester." I gave a small smile before snatching the movie, and putting the old files back in place.
When I looked up, Sam had a little bit of a smile on his face, "Favorite, huh?"
"Hide your ego before I take it back," I said, joking.
I stood up, and got put the lid on the box. I stretched, and noticed Sam was still looking at me. I smiled, and stood closer to him. I set my hand on the middle part of his chest, but cringed back. I screamed in pain as a pain erupted in my chest. I looked down at where my hand clutched. My chest was glowing a bright golden yellow. I pulled my shirt up, and screamed again. Sam was sitting next to me in an instant. A rather large slit right in the center of my ribcage showed. It wasn't bleeding, just glowing. Within a few more seconds, the slit was gone. I set my short down, and suddenly felt exhausted.
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Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]
Fanfiction*** DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the characters. Except for Kylee, and Vivian. -maybe even more in the future- all credit goes to the creators -Eric Kripke and Robert Singer-***** I'm a hunter. A young one at that. I hunt the supernatural things tha...