I Love You

Chapter 11: Leave My Family Alone!

"Jack?" your voice shook as you knocked on the bathroom door. You could hear the sink running, but couldn't tell if he was actually doing something with it or using it as white noise.

You heard the handles squeak as the water stopped. "I'll be out in a minute." his voice cracked before he turned the water back on. "Jack, honey, you know you can tell me anything, right?" you asked, your voice was muffled through the door and the flowing water.

There was no answer, so with worry you went on. "I love you... Please, Jack, if something's wrong, I wan... I need to know." you told him.
The faucet turned off again, you could hear a labored breath before he began coughing again. It wasn't a dry cough.

It sounded like he was coughing something up, and by looking at the cup he drank out of, you knew it was blood. Without anytime to think, you pushed the door open to see Jack leaning over the sink. He looked absolutely miserable. His entire face was bright red, his veins were popping from his forehead and neck.

"Jack..." you whispered before holding his head up. He had blood dripping from his lip, his teeth were stained a lighter pinkish color. "Sweetheart..." you said in a comforting tone before pulling him close to you. The coughing started again after a few peaceful moments. "Okay, Okay... I'm gonna go get the others." you said, helping him sit on the closed lid of the toilet.

You ran out into the cold dark living room. "Guys?" you wondered, walking around the kitchen. "GUYS?!" you shouted this time, but there was no answer. "Hello?" your voice was so weak and full of fear. "Hello." a voice spoke from the opposite side of the room. You looked to see who it was, but there was no one. "Hello." another voice spoke from a different area. "We shouldn't be doing this." a voice spoke. "Shh, it's just a game." another teased.

Their voices bickered on and on, but there was nothing there. "STOP!" you screamed. Everything went silent. "This is not a time for games, you two. Your dad is sick and if you don't stop, he could die. I've had enough of this." you said, angrily. You realized that your babies were playing a joke on you. You don't know what's going on, but you do know that Jack is sick, and you need to find everyone before it's too late.

Everything lit up right in front of you. The darkness around you melted to the floor as you stood in the middle of the living room, everyone was staring. "Hey, is everything okay?" Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/N, whose blood is that?" Dean asked. You looked down at your shirt, noticing the red stain on your chest. "N-No. It's Jack's. Something's wrong with him." you said, your breathing quickened.

"Where is he?" Sam asked, immediately turning you back around. "T-The bathroom. Sam, he's really sick." you panicked, holding back tears. "What's wrong with him?" he asked as you led him to your room. "He..." you started, but when you looked into the bathroom, Jack was on the floor, lifeless.

"No! Jack, please." you begged, falling to your knees next to him. "Get Cass." Sam told Dean, who you hadn't noticed had followed you. "F-Fever. He has a fever, and he's coughing blood." you blurted out, resting his head on your lap.

"This is bad." Cass' deep voice came as he hurried into the crowded bathroom. Sam nodded to you. "We'll figure this out." he comforted. "Y/N." you heard a faint breath come from the Nephilim.

"Jack? Jack, shhh. Don't talk, we just need to do something." you told him as you ran your fingers through his hair. "I know what this is." the angel spoke, gently. "It's the angels. They're doing everything they can to get to the babies." he went on. "Take him." you told Cass, your eyes flashed a glimpse of both colors before you were off.

You walked as fast as you could, into the middle of the woods. Dean followed behind you from a distance, calling after you, but you didn't care. "Come get me you sons of bitches!" you yelled, arms outstretched as you watched for anything to appear.

"Y/N, you need to stop. This isn't going to help anyone. Think of your babies... think of Jack." Dean begged you. Again, you didn't care. You're done with this crap.

"What a pleasant surprise..." a low voice growled. You turned around to see a man dressed in a nice suit. Too nice for what you were about to do to him. You forced your hand out, lifting him in the air. "Leave my family alone." you said through clenched teeth, bringing him close to you.

"Not a chance. It's not like you'll be alive for much longer. By the looks of you I'd say you have eight weeks tops." he jeered. You slammed him against a tree and brought him back to you. "Let's try this again. I'm gonna send your feathery ass back to Heaven, and you're gonna get your friends to leave my family alone. Do you understand me?" you yelled violently.

"I'm not afraid of you." he said, coldly. "No?" you asked before unleashing your full power. You absolutely tortured him. When you finally brought him back to you, he was bloody and had an obvious look of fear on his face.

"Okay, okay... I'll call off the blow on your boyfriend, but I can't promise safety. The other angels will kill me." he croaked. "And you think I won't?" you asked, tightening your fist to make him gasp for air.

"I really can't do anything. I'm not in charge." he went on. You realized he was telling the truth, so you released his neck. "Heal him." you said pulling him so close to you, he could feel your breath on his face. He snapped his fingers then struggled against your grip on him. "Dean." You looked at him, and he called Sam.

He nodded before hanging up. "He's getting better." he said, breathlessly. You set the angel down, but before he could get anywhere, you snapped your fingers, killing him instantly. You couldn't tell if that was you or if it was the babies that killed him, but you knew you had to get back to the cabin.

You began to run back, Dean in the lead, but you felt a pain in your stomach again. "Dean, wait." you said, hunching over. "Are you okay? What's going on?" he asked, rushing to your side. "Nothing, nothing. I just need to get back to the cabin." you told him before hissing in pain. "I got you." Dean said before lifting you off the ground.

"Dean, it's really bad." you let a stray tear stream from your eye. "Okay, let's just get you back to Cass." he said calmly as he sped up. You could tell he was on edge, but trying to be strong for you. He burst through the doors and brought you to your room, laying you on the bed. "What's going on?" Sam asked, walking to you.

You tried to speak, but a painful wave hit you again. You yelled out in pain as you held your belly. "Cass?" Sam called. "No!... No, he needs to be with Jack, and I do too." you intervened as you brought your legs to the side of the bed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." conflicting pandemonium began between the boys as they both came to you, making you lie back down.

"Let me go." you argued, pushing back. "You need to rest." Sam told you. You pushed them both to the ground and pulled yourself across the room, using the wall as support.

"Y/N, I don't think you should be here right now." Cass said, blocking your view from Jack. "Let me see him." you used your powers to push him against the wall. Right when your eyes fell on Jack, you fell to your knees again. "Jack?" you questioned, looking into his eyes. They were bruised and purple, but through that you could see his bright blue eyes shining through.

His lips were tight as he gave you a grin. You were about to say something, when another wave of pain hit you. It was too much to take, you instantly began to sob.

*Sorry it's late today! I hope you like it, and if you do let me know! I'll see you next week.*