Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Maps

Song for the chapter: Maps by Maroon V
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ELIZABETH'S POV

"Are you guys stalking us?" I glared at the two FBI agents. Right now, I was seriously thinking they weren't government agents... Just creeps.

Sam looked at Dean, but Dean spoke first, "Okay, sweetheart. Drop the 'tude, and maybe you'll get an answer."

I scoffed. I was definitely doubting their authority. I mean, I'm pretty sure an FBI Agent wouldn't call someone "Sweetheart"... Unless it was to their partners.

I heard a skin connect with skin, and a whisper. I looked at Sam. He was glaring at Dean. "Listen, Elizabeth. We think the person that killed your mom is going after the rest of you. Your sister and yourself. We were trying not to seem like creeps, but that didn't help. We're just trying to protect you."

I nodded, but turned away from the two. I looked for my table. It was there, but somebody wasn't. My eyebrows raised, and I thought for a second. Everything seemed to stop for a second. Scents of grease and cooking food disappeared, and noises stopped. Images began to flash across my vision.

"Let me out! Please!" It was Coraline shouting.

She was in a dark room, with very little light, and very little clean oxygen. Footsteps echoed, and a man with a trench coat walked into the room. He had bright blue eyes, and touseled hair. Coraline wasn't in a chair, but she stayed in the corner of the room, hugging her knees to her chest. The man with the trenchcoat furrowed his brows. But stayed silent.

After a few seconds, he approached her ever so slightly, and bent down. He touched her arm, and spoke, "It is okay, Coraline Bailey. I am here to help."

The images stopped, and I was sitting on my hands and knees in the Big-Gerson's resturant. The only other people in the diner were almost shouting at me. I felt sweat drip from my forehead, and my limbs begin to shake. I was suddenly lying on the floor, face down, and panting heavily. I couldn't concentrate. My body felt like I was just beat up. To add to the feeling like someone was sitting on me, my vision blurred to all blackness. But, I could still feel myself breathing. I felt hands move around my body to flip me over, and somebody pick me up to carry me like a bride. Then, all senses were lost.

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3RD POV

"Dean, we have to take her to the hospital!" Sam shouted at his idiotic brother.

"And say what? She just fainted after her sister disappeared? Yeah, then they'd definitely be thinking she murdered her mother," Dean made a point, and set the teen in the back of the Impala, "Come on, Sammy. You're supposed to be the brains."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, and quickly sat in the passenger seat. Sam knew that Elizabeth could be just fainting from stress, but maybe not. Maybe something extraordinary happened to the girl.

"I'm sure it's just shock, Sammy. We can ask Cas." Dean shrugged, and pulled into the motel's parking lot.

Dean grabbed the girl in the back seat, and carried her into her motel room. Their hopes of the demon not taking her sister, were a little bit gone. She'd been missing for a few hours.

The trio sat in the motel room, Elizabeth awake, and shaking like a dog shitting thumb tacks, and the brothers pacing. In just a few minutes, the sound of wings flapping echoed through the motel room, and in popped Castiel. Angel of the Lord.