._.__.~Felicity~.__._.

I've been stuck in this hellhole of a cabin for three weeks now. There may be no demon, but it was still hell. Three weeks of a freezing cold, structurally unsound torture chamber.

I sat cross legged in front of the red wooden chair. It wasn't painted red; it was soaked in the blood that I and Abigail have shed. There was a length of rope tangled in it. It was the rope we had been tied with countless times.

I noticed how the rope was torn, like it had been ripped apart. Why was it like that?

I laid back, staring up at the ceiling where there were meathooks hanging. I watched them sway to and fro in the slight draft. I scrutinized the blood stains splattered on them. Most of it was my blood, some I was sure belonged to Abigail.

I was always afraid she would return. Carve into my skin, slicing and dicing. The thought made me shudder.

I took my knife and carved another tally mark into the floor where countless others were. Another day in this hell house. It was only three weeks, but it felt like eternity. I'd never escape.

The wolves. I heard them howling in the distance. It must've been midnight. That's usually when they come out to hunt. It was hell for them, too, seeing how they normally only find squirrels and quail and other small game. I'd know, because that's when I come out to hunt as well.

I retrieved my bow and quiver full of arrows and set out to find food. I formed my own pack of wolves and we'd hunt together. I'm not sure why there were wolves in my head, but I didn't question it. At least I had them, since the boys have clearly abandoned me.

I joined them and we hunted. We found three squirrels, a rather plump quail, and even a badger. I started a campfire to cook the meat and we feasted. This was no way to live. It's like the damn Hunger Games.

The pack consisted of me and four wolves. I, of course, was the alpha. Then there was Loki, Valiant, Rocco, and Taboo. You can guess why that's his name. Loki got his name because he's a bit of a trickster. Valiant was, of course, valiant. He was a good warrior. And Rocco was just an oddball. He was beautiful, though. Sleek black fur that reminded me of Castiel's wings.

I tried to get past those boys. But I couldn't. They had once been family. But now, these wolves were my family. They helped me, and I helped them. They had lost loved ones, too. We could communicate on a spiritual level. Possibly because they were quite literally a part of me.

As we feasted, we heard a twig snap in the distance. Rocco leapt to his paws in an instant, facing where the sound had come from. His lips curled back into a sneer, the fur on his back standing on end, his ears flattened as he growled. I had my bow at the ready, slowly reaching for an arrow. A dark figure approached us, and I was ready to shoot.

"Who's there?" I called. "Is it you, demon?"

"Zozo is dead," The figure called back. "I killed her. Let me assure you of that."

"Who are you then?"

"My name is Abigail. I'm sure you remember me from your nightmares. I was sent by Sam, Dean, and Castiel."

"H-how do I know you're not lying?" My voice shook a bit.

She took another step forward, encouraging me to pull the arrow back slightly and Rocco to growl and snarl louder.

"Felicity, I come in peace. You must believe me. I have a way to send you back."

"What makes you think I want to go back? What makes you think the boys want me back? They left me here for three weeks!"

She shook her head. "It's only been a day, Felicity. Time moves more quickly here. It hasn't even been twenty four hours yet."

"You're lying. You must be lying."

"Castiel wanted me to tell you that he misses you. He really does. And he just wants to hold you in his arms."

"It's been a day, that's not enough time to miss me."

"You'd be surprised. And I know you miss him, too. I can see it."

I sighed. "Well, how shall I get back to him, Abigail? If that even is your name?"

"I can send you there. I can cast you out of here, but at a cost. One you should consider paying."

"And what would that be?"

"I can destroy this part of your mind. It will cease to exist. You'll never see it again."

"Is that the price? Sacrifice this hellhole? Sacrifice my friends?" I gestured to my pack.

"Felicity, those aren't your friends. Your friends are back home. These... are hellhounds."

"Excuse me?" I seethed. How dare she call my friends hellhounds? I began to hear them growl. "It's okay, guys. She's not staying long. In fact, I believe she was just leaving."

But the growling didn't stop. I turned to look at them, and I was greeted with red eyed monsters.

"Guys? Rocco? Loki? Valiant? Taboo?"

"Get away from them." Abigail drew nearer.

"What's going on?"

She suddenly grabbed my wrist which held my bow. I barely had time to look up at her before she said, "Run."

She dragged me away just before Rocco could clamp his jaws on my other wrist. We ran through the woods, toward the cabin. It was then that I realized what I had been running from in my nightmares. My pack.

We reached the door, but it was locked. I turned to see the wolves running after us, growing nearer. My instincts kicked in, and I went for my arrow. Goodbye Rocco. Goodbye Valiant. Goodbye Loki. And goodbye Taboo. All of them, shot down.

"I... I thought-"

"They deceived you," Abigail interrupted me. "I am sorry, Felicity. But this place needs to be destroyed."

"What is the price?" I asked, realizing that question remained unanswered.

She sighed. "Me. I can destroy this place, but I cannot survive the demolition. I must stay here."

"But you'll die."

She frowned. "Yes. There's no other way."

"But you can't die." Tears welled up in my eyes. All she wanted was to escape from this torture, and now she's willing to sacrifice herself to save me from the confines of its chamber. It wasn't fair.

"You must go. You have a life to live. I lost mine long ago. I'm not meant here. Go now."

I sighed defeatedly and nodded my consent. She placed her hand on my shoulder, and in a bright light, I was gone.