Skye's Point of View
I had woken up to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse, tied to a hard and uncomfortable wooden chair. Crowley saw that I was awake and started to explain why he had taken me. He wanted to use my blood to free the oldest and most powerful female archangel.
" Um ...Yeah sorry Crowley but... um that's not happening. There is no way I'm gonna help you!" I growled at him.
Crowley just grinned and said "oh darling Did you think you had a choice?"
A door behind him opened and four demons walked in, two were carrying buckets. They placed the buckets either side of me.
Crowley held up a large engraved knife which was obviously spelled.
Crowley moved close to me and pressed the knife to both my wrists.
"get the hell away from me!" I shouted at him.
The blood slowly started to flow from the cuts that he had made.
I thought of my adopted Family, of Gabriel, Sam, Dean and Cass. I would never seem them again. I would never get to say I love you to them, to say goodbye.
A tear fell from my eye as I got weaker and dizzy from the blood loss.
I slipped in and out of conciousness.
I was vaguely aware of time passing.
I faintly heard someone shouting. I couldn't make out any words, I was too weak.
I opened my eyes and could only see blurred movement but it looked like a fight was going on.
A large dark shape came over to me bent down and then disappeared.
Another shape came towards me. I faintly heard my name being called.
I blacked out.