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And so it had been agreed. I was to look after the sword of Michael. Why? The extra protection seemed completely gratuitous. Castiel was doing a sufficient job. Contrary to popular belief. I could hear and see Castiel talking to the vessel. Telling it who I was. I listened to Castiel's explanation of my being here.
"Dean. She is a seraph, the highest of the orders. She is second only to God. Treat her with respect. She is the only thing standing between you and Zachariah." He turned to me and greeted me with a nod. He was getting ready to say goodbye to the vessel, he obviously did not know what had been recently decided.
"I know, Cas. We've been through this already. She's a Seraph, blah, blah, blah, respect her, blah, blah, blah. Look, I get it."
"I'm glad you listened. Do you have anything to ask?"
"Why is she wasting her time looking after me and Sammy?" The same question I had asked when it was decided that I, instead of a lesser being of the orders, was to help Castiel babysit the vessel. I stopped and looked straight at Castiel.
"Castiel. It's been a long time." The vessel reached out its hand and smiled. I looked at the hand, and watched as its smile disappeared and as it withdrew its hand. "Have you heard the news?"
"What news?"
"You are to stay with me and help guard the vessel." A look of relief crossed his face.
"Dean." I turned to the vessel.
"Excuse me?" Did it really think I cared for a name? Did it really think that I did not already know its name? I knew everything about it.
"My name is Dean. Not the vessel and I was told you were here to guard me and my brother." I could see it was feeling annoyed after my rejection of its friendly gesture.
"Dean." Castiel's tone was sharp but affectionate. Being here had changed him. I put my hand up to show my nonchalance. I did not care for the vessel. The fact it did not respect me meant nothing.
"It is fine, Castiel. I do not care for its contempt." I turned to the vessel. "I am not here to make you content. I do not belong here looking after you." I made sure the scorn in my voice was distinct. "I should be helping with the organisation of the armies of our Father. Instead I am here helping Castiel babysit a mere child." I watched as its hands balled into fists. "Castiel, where is the brother?" The idea of having to look after the vessel's brother, the releaser of Lucifer, infuriated me. I should not have had to look after it but in order to gain the vessel's compliance it was agreed that the brother was to also be protected, but the idea of having to look after the vessel, the very thing that started everything, infuriated me even more.
"He is gone."
"Gone, Castiel?" I could sense Castiel's apprehension increase as I spoke, "In light of this revelation, I think that maybe you should go back home. There is obviously no need for you here, if there is only one to watch." I watched as their faces expressed horror. It was an empty threat, but they did not know it. Castiel understood that I held the power to do as needed for the greater good. "Do you know that after it was decided you were to be returned home, I fought to make sure you were to stay with your ward." The vessel cut in.
"If you're second only to God then why the hell would you fight to keep Cas with me? Wouldn't you just overrule everyone?" I stared intensely at the vessel.
"There is no autocracy amongst the orders. The different leaders for each order convene to discuss" I paused, "problems." I turned back to Castiel. "I do not want to be shown that I made a mistake Castiel. Make sure he is found soon. Yes?" I watched as they realised that Castiel was to stay. Relief and joy flew across their faces.
"Yes." They went to move but I stopped them.
"Castiel. You are to find the brother alone." A look of unease crossed the vessel's face. "It has been agreed that I keep it with me at all times."
"No. I'm going with Castiel to find my brother." I looked at the vessel, its defiance annoying me. Insubordination like this has cost an Angel its grace.
"You should think twice about what you are saying. I cannot force you to stay but if you do not stay I will make sure the protection of your brother will not happen." The vessel looked at me with an unreadable expression.
"You're bluffing. You won't do it." It thought that this threat, like the one I had made to Castiel, was a ploy to scare it.
"Why not? Simply because you think I will not. Unlike Castiel's threat I am willing to make this happen. I do not think we should waste our resources on you and your brother, the two who brought on the Apocalypse." I watched as it moved towards me, I wondered how this looked to other humans. Two men surrounding my vessel, a teenage girl. I wiped the idea from my mind and I focused on the vessel. I could sense its anger, how much it wanted to hurt me and it made me wonder how it could have ever been chosen to be the Sword of Michael. The vessel should be a believer, someone willing to give up their life for the greater good; this thing was none of those. I smiled at it and I could sense its anger intensifying and it satisfied me. "What is it? You seem," I paused for a moment, "angry." My smile widen as I watched it come closer.
It started speaking, its voice barely louder than a whisper. "I seem angry because I am angry. You're a bitch and I'm going to find my brother, with or without the protection of angels." I thought of what I could possibly say in reply. I knew that this would be the outcome, regardless of the path taken to get to it. I looked at the vessel. I understood that words would not suffice after the altercation. Use of physical manipulation was what was needed. I placed my hand on top of its shoulder. A common gesture I had seen millions of humans used, my hand moved to the hand mark on its shoulder. I understood that it believed that Castiel had brought it back to life. It did not move as I touched its mark. It looked at me and took a deep breath. I moved my hand and took a step back.
"If you must look for your brother, so be it. Do not expect help from the higher sources." I turned to Castiel. I walked away from the vessel with Castiel following. "Get the brother."
"I am grateful you allow me this chance but it is impossible to get Sam." I looked at Castiel and he stopped speaking; he understood my anger at his apparent deliberate defiance of what I had ordered.
"Castiel. You will find the brother and bring it back."
"If I am to find Sam, he will not come with me. He no longer trusts me and he will not come if Dean asks him to." He looked lost for words. A first for the Castiel I had known.
"If you are to find it, Castiel? What does that mean?" He shuffled uncomfortably. It annoyed me but I moved on. "What was your point Castiel? Are you suggesting that I find the brother and bring it back?" Castiel looked surprised. Perhaps he had not expected that I would grasp so easily to what he was implying.
"I am." I looked at him incredulously. He continued to speak. "As I have said, Sam will not come back if we ask but if someone who offers him emotional assistance and advices him to go back to his brother then perhaps he will decide to go back to his brother."
"I cannot leave the vessel alone with you." I looked at the vessel standing a distance away from Castiel. It was starting to become weary of not being apart of the conversation between Castiel and myself.
"I am aware. Let us come along with you." The idea was an excellent suggestion. It allowed for me to watch the vessel as well as Castiel. It was also a questionable one; the idea of being hospitable to a blood-sucking, demon loving abomination enraged me. I could see Castiel become anxious at my silence, and I could see the vessel walking towards us. It could no longer cope with not being apart of a conversation concerning its brother.
"Fine. Let us leave now." Castiel indicated for the vessel to stop as he walked over to the vessel. A slight smile crept across the vessel's face as the news of what had been decided was told to it. I walked over to Castiel and the vessel and watched as the vessel turned to me. The look on its face was hard to read, after thousands of years of being I had never been able to understand the emotions of humans.
"Thank you." I nodded in reply. I was unable to fully understand why it had thanked me. Perhaps it thought I was doing this as a favour. It did not understand why I was doing this. Why I had to protect it.
