Sanctum Sanctorum(A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter Six: I Knew Who I Was This Morning

A/N: I totally flaked on this chapter. Totally.

And by the way, I decided to scrap the filler chapters, because a) I realize that some of the ones I drafted could spoil the story, and b) I am an impatient writer and I’m sorry for that.

Sorry for the wait! Tell me what you think! Am I getting boring? Should I pick up the pace? Should I post longer chapters, and all that jazz?

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Alice had no idea how to react. She stared at Evangeline, who stood in front of her, all calmness and serenity –or perhaps it was smug satisfaction. She’d been called ‘Rachel’ by the angel all of three times, but it already irked her. That, added to the bubbling fury at having tricked herself into believing that a name change meant she can leave all her troubles behind, made her eyes burn in silent fury. Though she didn’t think it was prudent to act on the irritation. Nevertheless, the woman was there, and if there was anything Alice can be sure of, it was that she was dangerous. Crazy or not, she had to go with the flow. Maybe act like she was in some kind of dream.

She also needed to get out. NOW.

The problem was, she had no idea what to do about the situation. Not to mention she was beginning to get increasingly worried about the state of Doctors Steele. If Evangeline was there, and the Eve woman was some kind of cohort, what happened to them? And then there was –

Her anxiety stopped as she thought of Doctor Jonathan Steele and his blue eyes that reminded her of Castiel.

Castiel… The thought crossed her mind like a half-prayer. Castiel was the only other celestial being she knew of, and because he inadvertently sent her in an infernal mental roller coaster, she figured he owed her at least a rescue.

“He won’t come,” Evangeline murmured under her breath, almost inaudible, except the room was literally deadly silent, so the statement was almost a shout.

Alice’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Castiel is a lot of things, but about to come to your rescue is not one of them.” The laugh that followed was so chilling that Alice couldn’t help but shiver. “Now.” The angel was suddenly all business. “The last time we were interrupted, you were about to surrender yourself to me. I had to spend a year looking for you, but here we are at last.”

The girl raised an eyebrow at the angel. One year? She was about to voice out her question, but thought the better of it. After all, you did not go around asking questions to people who wanted to kidnap you. Instead, her hand crept up behind her, reaching for the doorknob. Her hopes began to rise when she felt the lock slowly releasing. But she was running out of time. Alice cursed inwardly, abandoning all subtlety and resorting to pulling at the door while the angel sat on the doctor’s chair and watched her with an amused expression.

“Rachel, stop it. You’re embarrassing yourself,” Evangeline finally said, after what seemed like several minutes of door-rattling. But she didn’t do anything to stop her.

The door finally gave way, and Alice flung it open, throwing herself out the door. She scrambled through the hallway, panting. The door was just there, looking like some kind of doorway to heaven. She could almost taste the freedom. If she could only reach the door and her car, she could run –maybe look for Sam and Dean and beg for their help. She loathed to think she was going to do that, but she needed all the help she can get if she was going to be hunted by demons, angels and who-knows-what-else.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

Five meters.

She was nearly there.