Imagine #14

                                    

                                          
     Imagine: Being caught in the hospital with Sam and Ezekiel while an angel is attacking
                          
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     I held my phone to my ear, trying to hide my emotions. But they were all over the place, with Dean leaving me here with my dying dad, Sam, so he can take care of Crowley, and Cas apparently lost his grace, and there's a strange angel in the other room with my beloved dad. I sighed, closing my eyes for a second.
                          
     "Cas, listen to me," I said, looking out the window. "If Metatron took your grace, you're human. So you eat and you sleep and you take care of yourself in ways you never have before, do you understand? You need to get to the bunker where Dean is heading and stay there."
                          
     "What, and leave my brothers and sisters without guidance?" Cas questioned.
                          
     "They're angry at you, Cas!" I whisper-yelled. "They want you dead! So just get your ass to the bunker so you're safe!"
                          
     "Y/N-" Cas tried, but there was grumbling noises all around me, and the building started to shake. "Y/N, what is that?"
                          
     "I gotta go," I ignored his question, listening to the small riot starting. "Get to Lebanon, ok?"
                          
     I hung up before he could say anything else. I turned around, seeing doctors rushing around and trying to figure out what was happening. I walked into the hospital room, trying my best to keep my eyes off Dad. I looked at Ezekiel, keeping my balance.
                          
     "What the hell is going on?" I asked him, wide-eyed.
                          
     "An angel is coming," He said. "Trying to secure a vessel."
                          
     "Awesome," I sighed, looking at Dad as I began hearing high-pitched ringing. "Ok, I'll take care of them. You fix my dad, you understand?"
                          
     "I'll do what I can," He replied, and I walked out, shutting the door behind me.
                          
     The doctors and nurses were leaving, and that's when glass started exploding from the windows of the hospital. I shielded my head as I ran through the hall, pulling the fire alarm. I screamed for everyone to leave faster as the alarm made the noise worse. I breathed heavily, pulling my angel blade out. I saw the grievance counselor that visited me before, and I helped her get up.
                          
     "Come on," I said, pulling her along. "Let's get you out of here."
                          
     Before I knew it, an angel turned the corner, wearing a farmer's meat suit. He held an angel blade toward me, and I backed away.
                          
     "Stay behind me," I told the counselor, but that was a mistake.
                          
     She pulled my arm backward, turning me around and taking my angel blade. She elbowed me in the nose and lifted me off the ground by my throat. I wheezed when my airway got cut off by her surprisingly strong grip.
                          
     "Where's Castiel?" She interrogated.
                          
     "Nice choice of a meat suit," I groaned out, ignoring her question. "Quite the counselor you are."
                          
     She threw me into the wall one-handedly. The back of my head left a dent in the wall and busted open. Blood ran behind my ears as I fell to the floor. I grunted. The angels continued to beat on me until my face was covered in bruises and blood. It was bad. She grabbed my shirt front, shoving me into the wall again. She kept asking the same question.
                          
     "Where's Castiel?!" She yelled.
                          
     "Bite me," I muttered back, out of energy from getting beat on.
                          
     "Fine," The angel breathed in my face. "Then I'll go in that room, kill your father and everyone you love, and make you watch."
                          
     "Not if I kill you first," I reached up swiftly and punched her with my free arm, taking her own hand and stabbing her with my angel blade.
                          
     After killing both angels, I spit blood on the floor. I took deep breaths and tried to relax.