An Angel's Sacrifice (Supernatural Origins AU)

Fight

          I held my sword closer to Bryan's neck. The Blue haired guy got off Lucas slowly, moving away from him. He stopped a few feet away. Lucas got up and ran to me. He hid behind me. I looked down at the, now shaking, teen. I noticed how he looked the guy. I let my gaze soften. I lowered my sword and let him go. He ran over to the blue haired guy. "Mitch..." The teen sobbed.

          I may have let Bryan go, but I still had my guard up. Mitch, I found out his name was, was checking over Bryan. I turned around to do the same thing to Lucas. "Are you alright?" I asked quietly. I kept glancing over to the pair, making sure they weren't doing anything. "I-I'm f-fine. Just shaken up." I hugged him.

        "We'll talk about your actions later. Let's just get out of this alive." I sternly told him. He looked down, ashamed and guilty. I let him go and turned around to look at the humans. They were standing there, studying us. I used one of my wings to shield Lucas from view. They both looked at me. I glared at them. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

          Bryan decided to try talking to us. "Um....Hi?" He squeaked out. I didn't respond. "Bryan, they can't understand you. They're too stupid." Mitch told him with a smirk. I knew what he was trying to do and sadly it was working. I resisted the urge to fire back a snarky remark.

         "Fallen angels are the worse. They think they are so great, but in reality...they are nothing but cowards." Lucas could sense how pissed I was. He gently laid his hand on my wing. It helped me calm down. I took a deep breath before I spoke, "At least we're not monsters that enslave supernatural creatures." I mentally smirk when his face morphed form shocked to anger. He stepped forward. I readied my sword and got into a fighting position.

        He pulled a knife out of his pocket and leaped at me. I used my sword to block the blow. I jumped behind him. I was much faster then him. I made a small cut on his back before he turned around. I back up a few paces. He leaped at me again. I wasn't expecting it so we fell to the floor. I let go of the sword in the process. The sword disappeared right when I let go.

He landed on top of me. He tried to stab me, but I grabbed his wrist. I kept pushing his hand away while he pushed harder. I was losing the battle. He made a small cut on my cheek before I kicked him off me. He flew back a little bit. I materialized a knife while he got up. I tried to stand up but materializing takes a lot of energy. He realized that I wasn't going anywhere. He walked up to me.

I glared at him, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid. I held the knife threateningly. He smirked at my pitiful defense. He put his knife back into his pocket. I was confused. I slightly lowered my knife. He moved so suddenly. He ripped the knife out of my hand. He pinned my hands above my head. He was laying on top of me. I growled at him.

He stared into my eyes with a cocky grin. "I thought it would be harder to pin you." His eyes glinted with hunger and lust. I shivered in fear. I kept a angry face on but in reality, I was terrified. I started to struggle. I would try to fly, but my wings were pinned underneath me. He slowly inched closer to my face. My breathing picked up.

He was less then a millimeter away from my lips when we heard, "Mitch!" "Brandon!" in unison. We looked over to find Bryan and Lucas standing there. They were standing next to each other. "You guys can fight later, when the storm clears." Bryan said.

       "Yeah! Why can't we call a truce till the storm is over? Then you to can get back to fighting." Lucas purposed. We looked at them in bewilderment. Mitch facepalmed while I shook my head. Poor ignorant teens.

      "You really don't understand. We hunt them! We don't call truces just because a snowstorm." Mitch tried to explain. I nodded in agreement.

      "I don't want to hurt him! While you two were fighting, we talked to each other. It turns out we're not that different." Bryan explain.

"What do you mean?" Mitch asked skeptically. I was curious too.

"I mean we both have overprotective siblings and our parents are dead. Both of ours siblings take care of us. We are also around the same age. I'm 17 and he's 16." Lucas told us.

"Apparently, you to have more in common then you think too." Bryan giggled. "You both are the oldest sibling, very protective of your younger siblings, and are also around the same age." Me and Mitch looked at each other. We shared a glare before Mitch got off me.

"Fine...we'll finish this later. Only to make our brothers happy. Ok?" He held out his hand. I took it.

"Ok." I replied. He pulled me up. I flew up into the rafters, while he went to his gear to do something. I lean against the wall and watched Lucas talk to Bryan. He seemed to be enjoying himself. My eyes dragged over to Mitch. He was sitting in a corner fiddling with a weapon of some kind. I slowly sat down on a rafter.

I started to sweat at how close I was to being captured. I was thankful that our brothers were friendly to each other. Bryan really saved me, but it's not going to last forever. I watched Mitch. He was looking out a window. My gaze shifted to the window too. It was starting to stop. I returned my gaze to him. He was looking at me with a sinister grin. I gulped.