Hunting to the End: A Supernatural Fanfic

Chapter Two: Dead Angel Walking

"Wait, what!?" Valeria exclaimed as she rushed over to the angel's side. "We thought you were dead." She immediately started tending to his wounds. She pulled a handkerchief out of the back pocket of her jeans and started wiping blood from his face.

"For a second, I thought I was dead, too. I woke up, here, though, with demons and the purple eyed bitch surrounding me. I was chained down with chains that were heavily warded. There are more demons."

"It's been years, Dree." Val said, tears pooling in her eyes.

"I know."

I went out and dragged the two demons I went up against into the room. Maylee and Dean went to do the same.

"Are these two..." I started, but I didn't have to finish.

"Yes, well, one of them is. I don't recognize the dead one."

I sighed. "Well, take a look at those others," I gestured to the ones Maylee and Dean brought. "Do you recognize them?"

"I-uh-"

Valeria snapped. "Jasmine. He's hurt. Maybe stop the third degree until we get him better."

I stepped back. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

Crowley piped up. "Okay then, let's just load up these wretched traitors and bring them back to the bunker, shall we?"

"Yeah. Let's go," Maylee said.

I turned to leave, brushing a few tears that dared escape my eyes aside. I picked up my prisoner demon and started towards the door, heaving him over my shoulder. Sam followed quickly, taking two demons with. I had enough room in my car for two in the trunk and one in the back seat, so three total wasn't a bad idea. The other demons- there were seven demons left alive- would be put in the Impala and Maylee's Mustang.

"You okay?" Sam asked when we were throwing the demons in my car (affectionately called "Boo" because I had grown quite attached to the car and I'm bad at naming things).

"Oh, me? Yeah, I'm fine." I slammed the trunk down.

"You want to talk about it?"

"Later."

"Or how about now? We have a fairly decent drive back to Kansas, and I can drive." He replied. "I'll even run into the diner and get you a chocolate milkshake real quick, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay. I'll just tie this last demon up real well so that he'll be physically restrained too." I smiled weakly. It felt like I had been hit over the head with a four-by-four and I was exhausted. I placed a piece of duct-tape over the last demon's mouth so that he would be quiet when he awoke.

Soon enough, we were on the road and I had my milkshake. A tradition that us hunters had developed was seeing who could get back to the bunker the fastest. Whoever came in last had to buy all the beer for the until the next hunt. For the past two months, I had always come in first. Sam wouldn't always ride with me, he would ride with Dean more times than not.

I watched the scenery outside the passenger side window. Countless fields and forests passed my eyes, barren as it was late September. Forgotten corn stood, slowly withering away, skeletons of a once happy field. Now, it just looked lonely and sad.

After about a half-hour of silence, Sam spoke. "So, you want to tell me what happened back there?"

"Valeria is basically my sister. We've been through so much together, and after my family, well, you know that story. But she was all I had left, well, her and Maylee. We had each other because all our lives were just suddenly different. At school, we were all close, but we grew even closer." I looked over at him, admiring how the setting sun lit his hazel eyes into a collection of colors.