Prologue
"Castiel!"
The Angel in question turned to see a miniature version of himself running up to him. Castiel smiled.
"Hello, Raziel. What can I do for you?"
Raziel stopped before him. An Angel sword was held tightly in her hands. Lifting her head up, she gave him a grin.
"I am coming with you to save the righteous man." Castiel gave the Angel a look.
"Raziel, we talked about this. You are too young-"
"But Castiel!" The young Angel said, "I am the best in my class!"
"Raziel," He sighed, "You are the only one in your class."
"But I beat Balthazar!"
"You ambushed Balthazar!"
"Oh, so you think a demon is just going to say 'Hello, I am a demon. I am going to attack you now!'"
"Raziel, you are not going to go to-"
"Hello my son and daughter. What is troubling you?"
Raziel and Castiel both turned and dropped to their knees. Castiel spoke first.
"Father, Raziel seems to think she is going on the mission to save the righteous man."
"Hmm," God said, rubbing his bread in thought, "Raziel, is this true?"
"Y-Yes Father."
"And why do you want to go on such dangerous mission?"
"Father, I feel as if I am need there, for the garrison and the righteous man."
God smiled. "Raziel, your intentions are humble and kind. You may follow Castiel to release the righteous man."
Raziel's eyes lit up, while Castiel almost jumped to his feet in protest.
"Father, if I may speak, Raziel is too young for a mission like this. She has only graduated from a youngling."
"Castiel, you will understand one day. Didn't Raziel beat Balthazar?"
With that God disappeared leaving a laughing angel and a fuming angel. Castiel got to his feet. Looking down at the young Angel laughing, a smile quirked a side of his mouth up. He could never stay mad at his youngest sister.
"Get up Raziel; it is about time for us to leave." He said gruffly. Raziel scrambled to her feet, grabbing her sword as she did. An excited gleam was in her eye. Walking with Castiel, she asked questions about the man they were going to save.
"What's his name, Castiel? The righteous man's"
"Dean Winchester."
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"Raziel!" Castiel shouted over the screams of his brethren and demons. He had been fighting his way towards the Pit where Dean Winchester was when he saw Raziel being grabbed from behind. He tried to fly towards the Angel when he saw the demon fall. Standing behind Raziel, was Balthazar. Grabbing Raziel, he shoved her at Castiel, shouting,
"Take her with you and go!"
Castiel grabbed her and together they flew to the hole that was the Pit. When they reached the Pit, Castiel threw his arms in front of Raziel. They watched in horror as they saw the demon, Alastair, and a man dressed in rags craved at another soul. The poor soul screamed, writhing on the table as they did things to it only demons would dream of. Raziel clutched at Castiel's arm, turning her face into his sleeve.
"Castiel, that isn't him is it? The righteous man?"
"Not the one on the table." Castiel said, holding her face against him until the soul stopped screaming. They heard Alastair laugh at the soul, throwing him into a cage that was off to the side.
"My student," they heard Alastair say, "You have come far."
The man only nodded, eyes downcast. Alastair frowned, angry.
"Well, why don't you just stay and clean up then." He whirled around and stalked off in the other direction.
"Now." Castiel whispered to the young Angel. Swiftly, they moved to the man. When they reached him, Castiel placed two fingers on him and the man collapsed. He grabbed the man by the upper arm while Raziel gripped his hand. Together they spread their wings and started to raise him from the Pit. They had barely made it to the door when a black fire shot across the walls. They turned quickly and saw Alastair smirking.
"You think I wouldn't notice two angels in my Pit?" he asked, "Not all demons are stupid. I always wanted to test on an Angel before, you know? See how long they could last. Because these soul are only good for once a day. I bet Angels could go for a while…"
"The wrath of God will be upon you for doing this to the Righteous Man!" called Raziel, Angel word gleaming in her hand that wasn't holding on to Dean. Alastair laughed.
"Oh really? This," Gesturing to Dean, "Has been my student for ten years! Where has your God been? Maybe he doesn't care as much as you think he does. Angels, sorry to disappoint, but your leader, and army are weak!" He laughed. Raziel had had enough. Letting go of the hand she was holding, she flew towards the demon, Angel sword gleaming. Castiel noticed before she did, the gleam in the demons eye. But he was too late. Because before he could so much as open his mouth, black fire shot from both sides of Raziel, catching the tips of her wings. Raziel felt nothing at first, until the pain almost made her fall out of the air. Gasping for breath as tears went down her face, she flapped her wings trying to put the fire out. Finally she let out a long scream that could have been heard from the main part of Hell. When she screamed, Castiel dove for her, grabbing her hand as she plummeted. Lifting her, he ignored the sound of Alastair's laughing as he flew as fast as he could with two people in his arms. Bursting out the Pit, he called to the other Angels.
"We have the Righteous Man!"
At once, the angles swarmed Castiel, guarding him, the man, and Raziel from the demons. Raziel was in a haze, but one thing was going through her mind.
"Grab the Righteous Man's hand."
When she grabbed it, light from where Castiel hand and her hand shown. Turning her head away from the light, she noticed Balthazar's concerned look. She tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace. Balthazar flew over to her and grabbed her other hand. He grabbed her Angel sword and tucked it up his sleeve.
"You did good, Raziel." He whispered, lifting her up. When the finally reached the end of Hell, a giant shout went through the cloud of Angels as they burst into the topside. Balthazar was laughing. But when he turned towards Raziel, his smile dropped. She was pale, with sweat running down her face.
"Raziel?"
That was when Raziel collapsed and he saw her wings. The beautiful Opal wings that all the Angles adored was scorched and blackened from the tip of her wing to six inches from the tip.
"Raziel! Raziel!" He shouted before whirling around, "Castiel! Help me!"
Castiel, who went to talk to Uriel about Dean, turned to him with a glare disappeared when he saw their youngest angel in Balthazar arms. Rushing over to the two youngest Angels. Placing two fingers to Raziel's head, he shook his head.
"Balthazar, get her to Raphael. Now!" Castiel gently withdrew her hand from Dean' hand. As Balthazar took flight with his golden wings, with Raziel in his arms, Castiel inspected the human's hand. A light pink scar was there, in the shape of a child's hand.