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Winchester wings

Castiel's p.o.v

Hell hounds were running, they were gaining on us biting our heals. I know I could use my wings to get out, but how would I keep the Winchesters ?

A surge of adrenaline formed inside the Winchester brothers, resulting in both of them overtaking me leaving me to face the hounds from hell...

"Dean! Sam! Guys ?! Don't leave me to face them." I shouted, trying to catch Sam and Deans attention.

"Dude you're an angel you could kick their asses any day ! " Dean laughed sprinting even faster leaving me lagging behind.

The nighttime air was thick as fog and clouds pressed down on me as I ran. The ebony sky and twinkling stars intensified the bright shadow left by the pool of light coming from the moon. Gravel flew upwards towards our faces as we carried on forward, sprinting to the impala. Shadows chased after us trying to stop our exit out of the dark, grey alleyway. The air weighed down on my body. My lungs were straining to take in the oxygen that surrounded me. Why were humans built like this ? Why were they so easy to destroy? Why would my father build this race of humans that were so breakable ?

The impala was coming closer. Closer. Closer but I could feel the hound's breath on my leg, still I resisted the temptation to use the gifts that I had been granted. My angel powers. I would be completely drained if I did which would be no use to Sam and Dean who would surely try and rescue me from the hounds if I couldn't run anymore. Oblivious to my internal thoughts and debates Sam glanced back at my running form and threw his head back in laughter and Dean copied.

"It's not funny! " I shouted at the top of my lungs which burned my throat at the sheer force of the projection of my voice. Dean high fived Sam.

"No you're right, it's hilarious !" Dean exclaimed whilst he sprinted ever closer to the impala.

"Watch out princess, the dogs are coming! " Sam yelled sarcastically as we carried on running. My vision blurred as my breaths started to escape me in sharp bursts.

"Hey! Dean! Sam! Why are we running again ? " I raised my voice to get their attention as I held my side whilst still sprinting.

"Ummm... Maybe because of the fact that we are getting chased by dogs that take you to hell! You know bitey, bitey, growly, growly, snappy, snappy evil dogs that bring you doom on a silver platter? " Dean answered incredulously.

"Fine." I huffed.

Suddenly an ear piercing yelp emanated through the air, disturbing the eerie quietness of the night.

"What was that?" Sam and Dean yelled in astonishment.

The air didn't feel as thick anymore and the sound of claws scratching the dirty, dull path silenced. Hesitantly I turned around to see if the demonic hounds were descending upon us. Beyond my vision a deep layer of fog blocked my vision from clearly seeing what could of stopped the hounds from attacking us. Bang ! A crash resonating from the general area of the bins filled the alleyway turning everyone's attention to the fog. What was that? Dean voiced my thoughts.

"I don't know." I said truthfully.

"Well we better find out then. "Sam spoke with an interested tone to his voice.

Another crash vibrated through our ears as clearly a female voice exclaimed with a note of worry to her voice "Belle! Are you alright?"

We started at a sprint again following the direction of the elegant voice we had just heard.

"Yes, I'm fine Emmeline!" Another female voice answered.

"Are you sure you're ok? You just fell two hundred feet from the air right onto your bum!"

"I guess I know why guys ask how did it feel when you fall from heaven 'cause I literally just did! Do you get it Emmeline ?"

"Yeah that was so lame... Anyway Belle you know I hate being called Emmeline! " The first female responded in a grouchy tone.

"Fine... Em." The second voice said sarcastically.

They had british accents and were speaking or should I say arguing quite loudly.

Their voices are oddly familiar. Surely it can't be ...

"Em? Belle?" I said shock reaching every part of my body.

"You know these two ? " Dean said, intrigue and shock lacing his tone putting the gun that he had some how managed to point at them back in his holder.

"Yes. They're my sisters..."