May God Be With You All (Destiel Fanfic)

Five

"Give me the knife."
The girl was cornered into the wall, a knife tightened in her hands and a grin on her face.

"Long time no see. You still haven't changed, have you?"

The priest inched closer, anger visible on his face, "How'd you find me?"

"Oh, there you go again. Always asking the wrong questions."

"Give me the knife!" He yelled again.

"What are you going to do now? Without your pretty little knife? We need you, Dean! We're not the best without you!"

The Priest laughed, "Don't be stupid! I'll never go back to you. Any of you."

"I could kill you. With your own knife. The only thing that can kill you? That's what you always liked to say."

He grit his teeth, the woman grinning wider, "You can't kill me, because you know what they'd do to you! You're just angry, now give me the knife!"

The woman laughed, "IM ALWAYS ANGRY, BROTHER, IM WRATH! IT'S WHAT I DO!"

That seemed to snap him in half, jumping on the woman and taking her down, holding her by the throat, "I'm not your brother and I want you gone!"

"YOU'RE STILL LYING TO YOURSELF AFTER EVERYTHING?! WE'RE ALL LOOKING FOR YOU, DEAN! GREED AND THE OTHERS. WE'RE COMING FOR YOU!"

"Let them. I'll kill them all. I don't know how you found me, but I'm not scared of you or them. I'll send you all back to hell!"

The woman sniffed the air, howling a laugh, "There's something different, isn't there?"

"Leave. This Town is mine!"
He choked her down, but the woman pushed him back, sliding the knife into his shoulder, and he cried out.

"YOU BITCH!"

She laughed, turning into a dark cloud of smoke, "YOU BETRAYED US, BROTHER!"

He turned to his shoulder, the knife, his knife, dug deep into his shoulder.

He was unable to move, falling on his back.
If he took the knife out with nothing to stop the blood he'd die.

He couldn't use any of his abilities, he was weak, weak and soon becoming weaker if he didn't get help.

He stood up, the knife jabbing into him, the world began to spin.

Castiel. He needed Castiel.

He walked out of Alistair's house and felt his knees shake under him. Good thing she had come when he was on his way out.

He couldn't travel, he wouldn't make it to Castiel's house on time.

He'd have to wait. He walked around the house, and into the woods behind the home before falling behind a bush and passing out.

-

"Come on, Castiel. We're taking you home." Charlie stood up, tossing her empty paper cup into the trash.

Castiel shook his head, "I'll be fine! I still have a few more hours before school ends and then I can go home."

"No, Castiel. You haven't slept and I don't want you to pass out during one of your lectures. They can find a sub."

Castiel groaned, too tired to protest.

He took Charlie's hand and followed her to the parking lot until he was practically stuffed into his car.

"Go home and sleep, please."

Castiel nodded, and he did go home and sleep, falling unconscious as soon as he hit the bed.