Stories to Awaken Terror

Finale

"Come on Dean, it's time to wake up," a female voice purred near my ear. A long fingernail ran down the side of my face, digging into the skin as it went. Fighting against the lingering effects of the spell, I woke up, groaning.

"There you are," the witch said, smiling down at me. "I hated using such a strong spell, but you gave me no choice. Fighting against my other spell so hard."

"Where's Sammy!" I called out, my voice hoarse, my mouth dry.

"Don't you worry about him, he's right here," she chuckled. "It's those other ones I'd be worry about."

"Don't you dare touch them!"

Her finger coming to rest on my bottom lip, she bent real close, her nose almost touching mine. "I won't need to."

With that she patted my cheek before turning away. Her heels clicked on the stone floor as she headed towards the door, waving her finger in the air as she did so. I could feel the ropes holding me tighten, almost painfully. Shutting the door, she left Sam and I in darkness, just as he started to come to.

"Sammy!" I called out, barely able to see him in the dark. "You alright?"

"I feel like I was hit with a bag of bricks," he mumbled. "What did I miss?"

"The witch just woke me up. Said something about Y/N and Cas being in trouble."

I could hear Sam struggling against his ropes, and I held hope that he would be able to break free. But when I heard him cursing under his breath, I knew he was just as stuck as I was. "Do you think they're still okay?" I asked him when he had calmed down. Just thinking about something happening to Y/N had my heart hammering, my blood boiling for revenge.

"Y/N and Cas are scrappy. I think they'll be able to handle themselves," Sam answered, more to calm me down than anything.

Your POV

Taking a step back away from the window, you watched as it shook with the pounding of little fists. Screams filled the air as they tried to make their way in. Some were pounding at the door, and you knew it wouldn't be long before the flimsy material of the motel fell under their pressure.

"Cas, what are we going to do?" You yelled.

"We need to get the book away from them," Cas answered back. "These kids won't stop until the witch is dead. We need Sam and Dean to hurry up."

"But what if they break in before then? I'm not going to kill some innocent children!" You exclaimed as the glass started to crack. "Can't you use your angel mojo to make them sleep or something?"

"I can try, but I'm not sure it will work," he answered just as the door cracked. "Why don't you run? I'll hold them off as long as possible."

"I can't do that!" You exclaimed.

"They don't have Angel blades, I don't think they'll be able to kill me," he continued to argue as the door started falling away from it's frame. "Go now, while there is still time."

Still undecided, you walked forward to take your gun and blade from the table when the glass shattered. "It's too late now!" You yelled, as children came crawling through the open spot that used to be a window. You watched in horror as their hands came into contact with the broken glass, never even noticing the slices in their skin.

Cas pushed you back behind him as they began surrounding you. "Do you see the book?" He asked, pressing his fingers to one kid, immediately putting him to sleep.

"It isn't here!" You exclaimed as the door burst open, more kids coming into the already crowded room. One pushed you against the wall, more crowding around you.