Nothing Left to Say

"I do not understand. There is not another way to do cure her, but you do not want to cure her that way."

"Isn't there any other way? Isn't there some angel thing you can do? Sorry if I offended you, I'm not caught up on the series."

"No. There isn't."

I nodded and looked down. "If she dies from it, will you bring her back?"

"I may not be able to, depending on how far into the process she was when she died."

I nodded. "It's the only way though... How can I help?"

"Get her back to the bunker. Unless you want to leave her as a demon."

"Alright. How do I do that without her knowing?"

"You are going to have to figure that out yourself."

I sighed. "Maybe I can tell her there's a hunting job somewhere and count on her falling asleep during the car ride..."

"She only sleeps when she wants too."

"Hmm... She's sleeping right now. This is the lowest thing I will ever do, but maybe I could paint a devil's trap on the roof of her truck, carry her into it, if she's still sleeping, and drive. She'll be trapped, so... What do you think the odds are of me making it to the Bunker alive if I do that?"

"If there's a devil's trap you should make it, Sam and Dean have chains that they can put on her that act like a Devils trap at the bunker."

I nodded and patted my belt. "I just need her keys, and for her to be asleep for a while longer while I paint the trap. I'll call Dean and drive her to the Bunker. I hope she does not stab me for doing this."

"Good luck." I made him wake up.

I jerked my head awake. I still had my arm wrapped around Natalie. I slowly removed my arm and snuck out, grabbing the keys to her truck along the way.

Nat: I stayed asleep, I noticed that he had left, but this was the most relaxed I'd been in a while so I didn't wake up.

I got into her truck and pulled out my spray paint. I started painting the devil's trap. I was done within a few minutes. I put my paint away and walked back to her apartment.

I curled up in a ball on my side, but stayed asleep.

I put the paint away. I grabbed my stuff and some of hers and put it in my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I packed some food, put that in my bag and I walked over to Natalie. I lifted her up into my arms and carried her out of the apartment, locking the door behind me.

I curled up close to him and mumbled in my sleep, "No Cas I won't go to the bunker. I'm not hurting anyone, and I only use my abilities for good. Some of us are good."

That broke my heart. I kissed her forehead and whispered, "sorry." I knew she wouldn't like it, but there was no other way. Castiel was the first and only angel that answered my prayers. I couldn't ignore that.
I walked over to her truck and loaded her into the passenger seat. I put her seatbelt on and closed the door. I got into the drivers side and started up the car and drove off.

"I don't want to change back," I mumbled, "This is the only way I've been where I've really helped people. Human me changed everyone into zombies. Demon me can help everyone."

I had to use all my self control not to stop and turn around, but I continued on, driving to the bunker.

I turned a little and curled up in my seat.