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CROSSROADS	By : Mystic75 Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural or any of the characters from the show. I own the OFC only I am not making money from this work. WARING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF RAPE AND VIOLENCE!

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We were losing hope that we would ever find a solution. We only had 3 weeks left before my time was up and Crowely would come for me. My nightmares were getting so bad that I hardly slept at night and my anxiety was so debilitating that I could barely function during the day. I could tell the guys were worried about me. They started taking turns sleeping on the floor next to my bed. They would talk to me until I got too tired to stay awake. It helped...sometimes.
Sam and Dean had asked me several times if they could ask their angel friend, Castiel, for help and I blatantly refused. I had heard stories about angels that they were as bad or worse than demons. I didn't trust them and I couldn't understand why they had so much faith in this one. Now I wished I had agreed to let him help sooner.
One night, as Sam slept next to my bed, I had the worst dream yet. I was running through the bunker, running from those horrible eyes. I rounded the corner, into the library and saw Sam standing at one of the bookcases. He was thumbing through a book with his back to me. I ran toward him, screaming.
"Sam! Help me! PLEASE!" I grabbed him by the arm and he turned around agonizingly slow. I looked up into his eyes and they weren't those soft , gentle, HUMAN eyes that I had grown to love. They were the demon's blood red orbs that terrified me so badly that I couldn't think. This demon-Sam-thing smiled down at me with lust in his eyes. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing would come out. I tried to back away and tripped over my own feet, sprawling on the floor on my back.
"What's the matter Cassie?", The creature laughed. I started to scramble backwards on my ass. "Where you going in such a hurry?" He started to stalk toward me slowly. And no matter how fast I went, he never got any farther away. And he was walking so slowly. My brain couldn't understand why he was gaining on me. And I couldn't seem to get on my feet either. I continued to scoot backwards on my backside, my eyes locked on his. "You can't escape me sweetheart. You know that, don't you?"
"NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!", I screeched at him in terror. His hand shot out and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me up to meet his face, my feet dangling off the floor. I gasped and wheezed as he squeezed off my air. My face turned red as I tried, unsuccessfully, to take a breath. He pulled my so close to his face that our noses almost touched.
"YOUR MINE, YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH!", the monster growled in my face. He slammed his lips into mine and kissed me so hard that it hurt. I squeeled and pushed at his shoulders with both hands, but he was so strong. When I tried to kick him, he threw me onto my stomach on the large wooden conference table that sat in the middle of the room. If I had had any air in my lungs, it would have been knocked out of me. I just laid there gasping for air. My lungs were screaming and I was fighting not to blackout.
The demon with Sam's face, crawled up onto the table and up over my back. I tried to push up on all fours, he shoved me back down on my face, laying his full weight on top of me, pushing the air out of my lungs again. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back so he could whisper in my ear, his breath wreaked of sulfur.
"You just don't get it", the demon cooed. " I own you". He chuckled in my ear and I almost threw up all over the table. I heard this awful ripping sound and I realized he had shredded my jeans and shirt with his free hand. How did he do that? He yanked my hair harder as he spat in my ear. "Now you will know what being my bitch really means!" He sat up on my hips, pushing my face back down on the table with the hand that was gripping my hair. I could hear him unbuckling his belt and that's when I screamed.
"Cassie! Wake up!", Sam shouted. I opened my eyes but all I could see was that demon that looked like Sam sneering at me. I continued to scream as I trashed on the bed. Sam could do nothing but hold me down. "Shhh...Cassie! It's Sam! The demon's not here! Crowley's not here! Cassie wake up!" Dean flung the door open and ran to the other side of the bed. He grabbed my legs to keep me from kicking Sam in the stomach.
"What's happening Sammy?", Dean growled at his brother. This was not normal for my nightmares. I usually woke up pretty quickly after one of the guys woke me or I woke myself. But it was like I was stuck inside my head. Sam was all out of ideas, except one. He reared back and slapped me in the face. Dean's eyes went wide as he stared at his brother. My eyes were just as wide as I was pulled forcefully from my dream.
"Cassie?", Sam breathed. "Are you OK?" I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open before a wail rolled up my throat and poured out of me. I clutched at Sam's collar and sobbed into his chest. He cradled my head while his other hand rubbed gentle circles on my back. "It's OK, Cassie", Sam whispered. "It's over now".
"HE HAD YOUR FACE SAM!", I screamed into his shirt. "THE DEMON WAS WEARING YOUR FACE!" I could feel the breath catch in Sam's throat before he let it out with a heavy sigh. He continued to rub my back and stroke my hair as I cried. Dean sat on the edge of my bed with his hand over his mouth. He didn't know how to deal with a hysterical woman. Little by little, I began to calm down as my breathing slowed. "Call your angel Sam", I whispered. "I can't do this anymore!"
"OK Cassie, OK.", Sam said. "Castiel?", Sam said with his head lowered like he was praying. "Cas! We need to talk to you! NOW! I looked over Sam's shoulder and saw a man with messy hair, wearing a trench coat. He was staring at me with narrowed eyes. Sam saw my gaze shift to the other side of the room and he turned to look at the strange man. "Castiel, we need your help. This is Cassie", Sam gestured to me. "A demon is coming for her".
"I know", the angel said in a gruff voice. He walked closer to the bed and I noticed something large and metal in his right hand. I scooted back against the headboard and looked over at Sam to see what his body language told me about the angels intentions. Sam was calm and didn't shrink away as the angel approached. I took it as a sign that the angel wasn't here to harm me and I calmed down some.
"What do you mean, 'you know'?", Dean asked. He folded his arms across his chest and growled at the angel. "If you knew, why didn't you come sooner?" Dean glared at him accusingly. Cas held out the foot long, pointed metal object and handed it to Dean as he spoke.
"Because I was busy looking for this". And then the angel looked up at me. "And I know how your guest feels about angels. I thought it best to wait until I had the spear". He looked back over at the object in Dean's hand. Dean looked up at Cas with a puzzled look on his face. "It is The Spear of Destiny", Castiel said. It is the head of the spear that pierced the side of Christ at the Crucifixion". All of our eyes grew wide as we stared at the old metal spear in Dean's hands. "If you can stab Crowley with it, he WILL die".
"How...how did you get this?", Dean stuttered. Cas looked down and sighed.
"Let's just say that there are a lot of very upset angels up there that would kill me if they knew I took this. So please, keep it hidden". I hung my head as my cheeks turned red. This angel risked his life for me even though he knew that I hated his kind. I was so ashamed of how I acted. I was kicking myself for my own shortsightedness.
"Thank you Castiel", I whispered. "And I'm sorry for not trusting you. I was wrong". I stared down at my hands. I was too ashamed to look at him.
"It's alright", Cas said. "My kind hasn't done much lately to earn the trust of mortals. I'm not surprised that humans hate us". He knelt down next to the bed so we were at eye level and looked at me. "But I am not like my brothers. I care about what happens to GOD's favored creations". The tears started to flow now. I certainly didn't feel like GOD's favored creation right now. Honestly, I felt like GOD was punishing me for something that I didn't know about. Castiel's expression softened ever so slightly as he spoke again.
"I will do everything I can to stop the King of Hell from taking you".
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