Cursed Wings (Supernatural) [DISCONTINUED]

4 - Near Death Truths

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After my birthday, life continued as normal. The next time I saw Loki I made sure to thank him for the gift and for everything else, but he was just happy that I liked it. I wore my necklace at all times, everywhere, never wanting to take it off. Whenever I was on a hunt, I tucked it under my shirt, so it didn't get broken but wore it on display whenever I could, proud to show it off.

I was finally happy with my life, but all that was threatened when I got news of a Wendigo in the deep part of the forest. Me being the fearless idiot I am, went out straight away, armed with a flare gun and gasoline ready to light the fucker up. I underestimated how smart and strong it would be and, even though I managed to kill it, I was seriously wounded.

I stumbled out of the woods and knew I couldn't go to a hospital because they'd ask how I was injured so bad in the first place and they'd find my wings, so I forced myself to go home, stumbling almost every step and leaning on walls and lampposts for support like a drunken person.

I forced open the heavy door of my home. Was it always this heavy?  I wondered as I stumbled inside, vision becoming blurry from blood loss and I clung to my side, hugging the large claw mark that threatened to end my short and painful life.

I barely registered that someone was in the church with me as I forced my wobbly legs to hold my weight just a little bit longer with everything I had. I only worked out who it was, when I heard the familiar voice call that stupid nickname, that was slowly starting to grow on me, with worry laced into his calming tone. "Sweets?"

"L-Loki?" I managed to croak out before my legs finally gave up and I began free falling to the floor. I expected to be met with a painful bump and the cold splintering wooden floor of the old church, but instead was welcomed by the warmth of two arms around my fragile body that lifted me up into a bridal carry.

"Angel?" His voice was laced with fear and worry as my eyes fluttered open and closed, fighting the eternal sleep that called to me like it was meant to be. My head limply rolled around before lightly hitting his chest as I let out a pained moan. "Stay with me. Come on, you need to stay awake for me." His words called to me and I snapped my eyes open, trying desperately to do as he said.

I looked around the darkening church that danced with the blackened spots to see that we were now at the front of the church by my mattress. I don't remember shaking from him moving. He must have teleported. I'd probably be feeling lightheaded right now if I wasn't already completely out of it from the lack of blood still in my system. I felt the warmth of his body leave me as I was rested gently on my bed and I moaned in discomfort at the sudden cold before he let me go and I yelled in pain as I was laid flat, stretching the cuts open even more.

"I'm sorry." He apologized quickly at my pain, but his voice was starting to become distant like he was on the other side of the church as the weight of my eyelids won and I was forced to shut them. "No, come on. Eyes open. Stay awake." He ordered but I could barely hear him as I began to lose consciousness.

<LOKI>

"No, come on. Eyes open. Stay awake." I tried desperately to order her, but her eyes were closed, and they weren't opening anytime soon. I can't lose her. I placed a hand over her bloody stomach and she moaned in pain, her usually calm sleeping face twisted and distorted with agony and pale from blood loss. I put all my energy into healing her and my hand glowed a pale white light for a few seconds before dying down. I sighed with relief that I'd been able to heal her, but I knew that if she was this bad then there was no way one healing session would work. I lifted her tattered and stained top carefully and saw that her once clear stomach was now covered in drying blood and four long cuts that looked like claw marks.