Locked Out Of Heaven || Castiel x OC

16. Damn It, Angel

I prepared for the door to bust any second. I was ready for those Hellhounds and the Darkness bitch.

The door broke down and hit the floor with a crash. I saw the bastard through the glasses I had put on this morning and saw three of them.

They circled me, ready to pounce. One of them did, but I stuck the knife through its stomach. It fell on top of one of the others. That one attacked me and scratched my arm, tackling me to the ground.

It slid across the floor and turned around again. The other hound grabbed my leg and bit down. Hard. I finally gave into the pain and screamed.

"Easy, boys," Darkness said, walking in, holding Crowley's arm. He had a gag in his mouth and a bloody rag tied on his arm. Devil's trap bullet. "Don't kill her yet."

Darkness looked down at me, my blood-spilling body. She smiled evily.

"I thought you sided with your brother," I said, spitting out some blood onto the floor by her.

"I rebelled. Again," She threw Crowley to the floor next to me. "Sick her, boys."

Castiel's POV

I heard a scream from inside the bunker. I tried running back to the emergency hatch, but Dean stopped me.

"Dean, she's in trouble," I yelled.

"Don't go down there," Dean said. "There are Hellhounds and they'll tear you apart."

"They'll tear her apart, too." I flew into the bunker to find Crowley on the floor, the Darkness watching happily as Angel was torn to shreds.

"Angel!"

I grabbed the angel blade off the floor and lunged at the Hellhound that was tearing at her stomach. I killed it and went after the other one. It kept a hard grip on her leg, but I distracted it and killed it, too.

The Darkness simply watched as several tears streamed down my face, blood dripped off the angel blade and Crowley cowered down in the corner.

"Well done, Castiel," She said sarcastically. "I was expecting you to kill the girl, too."

"Why would I do that?" I asked, still gripping the angel blade.

"Because you're an angel. She's part demon. That's a perfectly good reason to kill her," The Darkness said.

"She's my friend," I told her. "I would never kill her."

"Oh, are you sure about that?" Angel spat out blood and took shaky, weak breaths. She was dying. "That's not what I've seen."

"Doesn't matter what you've seen. Heal her," I commanded. "Heal her, let us go."

"Can't do that," The Darkness said. "It's either I kill her, or I kill King of Hell over there."

"Then kill him. He doesn't mean nearly as much as Angel does," I bargained. This had to work.

"Alrighty then," She pulled out a demon knife and planted it in Crowley's stomach. No light, he escaped. "Take her and go. I'll be back."

The Darkness vanished, along with Crowley's body, leaving the Hellhounds to us. I crouched down next to Angel's dying body and looked into her nearly lightless eyes.

There were tears in the stomach of her shirt, blood soaking everything around her. Huge gashes covered her stomach, arm and bite marks surrounded her leg.

"Angel?" I carefully placed her in my lap, holding her head up to see her.

"Cas...." She said. It was a miracle she was still alive. But that meant she was suffering. "I can't.... I can't heal myself...."

"I know," I told her. "Just hang in there."

"Cas! Angel!" Dean yelled from outside. I heard him and Sam climb down the ladder into the bunker.

"Oh my god," Sam said when he saw Angel.

"Angel...?" Dean said. I could sense his eyes tearing up.

Tears streamed off my face and some of them hit Angela's shirt. "Hang in there, Angel. We can.... We can help you. Somehow. Just hold on."

"Castiel...." She whispered. She was almost gone. "I.... I love you...."

She took her last breath. Her eyes closed. Angel was dead.