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Castiel's Beloved
Chapter One
The dark cloudy sky lit up with fury at the white lights below. The angels stood on one ground together opposite three opponents, an invisible line dividing them down the middle. The sky rumbled threateningly. The white lights then stopped and gradually, so did the shouting had. It was almost as though, all of them were waiting for someone to arrive.
From a long distance, two angels found each other's eyes, both of them instantly knowing what the other wanted. But it wasn't to be. They were on opposite sides. The pair of large and innocent blue eyes searched the vivid green ones they found. The rapid, subtle message could not have been any clearer.
"Castiel!" a voice bellowed into the clearing. "End this now!"
"I will when you stop putting everyone of this world at risk!" the rebellious angel shouted back.
The threat was then carried through. The rain poured from the sky, drenching the angels who had not yet moved. Zachariah closed in further and held his hands out to the sides, showing his opponents the odds.
"Do you really think you can win?" he asked rhetorically. "With guns that will do nothing, two arrogant idiots and an angel that cannot protect them, let alone himself. Look behind me. You are outnumbered."
"It doesn't matter," replied Castiel's companion, Dean Winchester. "You kill me, I will come back. You kill Sam, he'll be brought back. We're needed in this war and you know it."
Zachariah paused for a moment. "And what if we kill your precious angel?"
Dean shrugged, appearing not to care. "How are you going to do that?"
"With this," the angel replied, holding his arm high into the air and in his hands, they saw it. The silver knife gleamed in the extreme dull light that was present but they instantly recognised it for what it was. Lucifer's sword. Dean swallowed thickly.
"Well, I don't think that matters either," he replied, trying to keep his voice calm and normal. "Somebody brought Cas back from death and apparently that person will likely do it again."
A crude laughter filled their ears. "Would you like to test that theory?" Zachariah asked, amusement clear on his round face.
"Maybe not," Dean replied as he quickly glanced around them.
There was a pause. "Uh... Dean..." Sam warned quietly. "I think it's time we left."
The angels in front of them were slowly spreading out, their angelic white robes billowing in nonexistent wind, causing them to appear larger in number although the amount was already daunting enough. Dean quickly nodded and he looked to Castiel.
"So, what's the plan?"
"Plan?" Castiel asked with a slight shake of his head, clearly not understanding.
"You're telling me..." Dean said slowly, his anger increasing bit by bit. "That we went through all of that to try and get the colt, ending up meeting your kind here and now we have no plan?"
"You knew it would come to this," the angel said calmly.
"I thought the angels needed us to say yes though?" Sam asked, moving towards the angel and his brother.
"They do," Castiel replied. "But you know there are ways around it."
"And there are ways around this," Dean said quickly. "Perhaps a diversion."
Just as the words left his mouth, a large explosion behind the mass group of angels went off, causing chaos amongst them. Dean smiled and kissed two fingertips, sending it up to heaven before he grabbed Sam's jacket sleeve for a brief moment, pulling him along.
"And that's our cue to leave."
The angels gathered as one quicker than usual before moving to chase their prey. But Zachariah didn't join them, preferring to watch, knowing that it may take longer than necessary. The three companions ran down several dark streets before coming to an abrupt stop. The angels were coming from there too. They were trapped.
They huddled together, panting heavily, fearing that they were taking their last breaths. But then the angels stopped in their tracks as the ground began to rumble and shake. The three companions looked around, hoping to see the source of the commotion. Instantly, a brilliant white light filled the space of the small dark street they occupied and a streak of lightening gashed across the sky.
And then everything turned silent and unusually dark.
"What was that?" Dean asked as he brought his head up to look at Castiel.
The angel shrugged and shook his head breathlessly. "I do not know," he replied. "But we must leave now."
Sam panted still, nodding in agreement. Together the three men ran from the scene and back to the hideout they had been using.