What Makes Us
Part 1
-We could use your help on this one, Cas.
Dean looked up to the dark sky.
-C'moon buddy, where are you…
Castiel had been gone for a long time now. He hadn't showed up in months and seemed to ignore both Sam's and Dean's prayers. Dean stopped for a second, looked around, then bit his jaws together in dissapoinment. What did he expect? Cas to magically show up all of a sudden? After what happened last time they fought together, Dean didn't even know wether Cas was alive or not.
-Dean?
Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts. Dean shut the door to his beloved Impala and took out his blade. They had gotten a lead on where Abbadon was. They walked in the darkness towards a big ware house close to the woods. Even with Sam there by his side, Dean felt very alone without Castiel. Like a third of him was missing…Like he didn't have his confidence with him. Was Cas his confidence? Dean shook his head and tried to concentrate. Sam was about to pick the lock on a door on the back side of the ware house, when he noticed it was already open.
-You know this is a trap, right? Dean said.
-Right…Sam pushed the door open. Darkness. There was a humming noice in the background, like a machine was on. This building had been abandoned a long time ago.
-Cas what are you doing? Cas? Cas!
-Stay back, it has to be done.
Sam walked slowly up the stairs with his gun in front of his face, ready to shoot. His face was the only thing that showed fear. His eyebrows implied deep concern. Dean followed. Sam didn't fear for his life, but for his brother's. Dean hadn't been the same after the last time they saw Cas. He was quiet, never made fun of Sam anymore, and stayed serious at all times. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. Dean was just desperate to find Abbadon and end her. He seemed cold. It made Sam more than concerned. It scared him. It scared the shit out of him.
They walked through a long corridor when they noticed a room with lights on. Sam looked at Dean who nodded. They started walking towards the door, slowly, trying to be quiet. What help did it do? If there were demons inside, they already knew the boys were there. Dean took a deep breath. They were all alone and Abbadon could be on the other side of that door. There were no guards either, so this was obviously a trap. He didn't care. He didn't care for his life anymore, and he didn't completely know why.
-I won't let you do this.
-I said stay back!
-It'll kill you!
-I know.
Sam leaned protectively in front of Dean. His brother noticed this and pushed him aside.
-I'm going in first, Dean wispered with a sharp tone. He pressed down the heavy handle and pushed the door. With wide eyes and their weapons ready they stood steady while the door slowly slide open. The room was empty. Completely empty. There were no furniture or equipment of any sort, and certainly no demons. Only a dingling light bulb and two windows revealing the dark field outside. Dean stepped inside, with Sam following close to him. They scanned the room, then lowered their weapons.
-Dammit…
Dean seemed annoyed. He was tired of chasing Abbadon. With the blade he now had a chance to take the demon down, but it seemed impossible to find them.
-Fake lead apparently, Sam sighed, there's nothing here.
-Yeah…maybe you're right. Hell, I'm just so tired of chasing that bitch.
-I know, Dean. We both are.
Sam wanted to tell Dean how he actually was relieved over the fact that there were no demons. He wanted to tell him how he wanted to get him back to the motel to get some rest. Dean needed to eat and sleep. How was he even able to stand straight with the lack of energy he had to have? Beer didn't give him much, so he seemed to run on determination to kill Abbadon. Sam felt sorry for his brother, but there was no way he could tell Dean that. He'd get pissed. He'd yell at him over how there was no reason to feel sorry, how Sam himself hadn't had an easy time, and how he was the last person to have a reason to feel pity for anyone at all. So he said nothing.
Dean started walking towards the door when it suddenly slammed shut. The light started flickering and the next second, on the other side of the room, there she was. Abbadon. The boys gasped and Dean grabbed the blade tight, holding it in front of him.
-Well, well. Is that what I think it is?
Abbadon looked at the blade in Dean's hands.
-Damn sure it is.
Dean smiled. Finally. This was it. It would finally end. He had the blade, Abbadon was there, and he was ready.
-Are you sure you want to do that, dear?
Abbadon stood steady with her hands crossed over her cheast. The lights went out and six other demons appeared behind her. Dean's smile faded into a more serious expression.
-Oh. You actually thought I'd come alone, didn't you?
Abbadon's turn to smile.
-I'm not willing to risk anything with you having that thing in your hands, Dean.
There was a moment of silence. Abbadon seemed a little nervous. Dean could see it. The blade made her shiver. Then Abbadon snapped her fingers.
The room was dark, and Sam and Dean were violantly swinging around, trying to fight the demons Abbadon had sent on them. Seven against two. How did this happen. They managed to kill two of them before Abbadon swinged them both against the wall and made Dean drop the blade. Sam was out of bullets.
-You just can't win, Dean.
She sighed, slowly stepping forward.
-I. Will. Always. Win.
-You just keep dreaming.
Dean couldn't breathe. Abbadon was pressing them both against the wall like a couple of mosquitos. Sam started panicking.
-What are you going to do, big boy? Where's your little angel friend? Oh yeah, I forgot. Our last meeting didn't end very well for him.
-Shut up…Sam knew what it would do to Dean if she started talking about Cas now. He'd fall apart. He was already in pieces. Sam looked at Dean, who started to look pale.
-Don't worry honey, your turn is right after your big brother here. And you won't have to wait for very long…
Abbadon raised her hand to Deans forehead.
The light started flickering in the dark.
Abbadons attention turned to the bulb.
-What?
The room started shaking violantly and the light bulb cracked, making the room dark again. Abbadon turned away from Dean, scanning the room with her black eyes. The demons beside her looked as confused as her. The floor started cracking and suddenly an ear piercing, high-pitched sound shattered the air. Abbadon's grip of Sam and Dean loosened, and they fell to the floor holding their ears. The demons were about to escape their meat suits when an angelic figure showed itself in front of them. It dropped two angel blades to its hands and shoved one into one of the demons, and throwing the other one across the room piercing a second demon. The floor was still shaking and the painful voice of the angel took all the demon's attention. Abbadon was on her knees holding her hands over her ears. The angel turned around now walking towards her, with both angel blades in its hands, just about to hit one in Abbadon when she snapped her fingers and dissappeared.
The noice stopped. The room stood still again. Sam and Dean layed on the floor, clearly in pain, still holding their ears. The room was now filled with light. Dean looked up. He saw a figure with a long, black coat standing in the middle of the room. He stood up and squinted his eyes to see.
And now he saw.
The angel with the black coat, with black hair in a long french braid, pale skin and light blue eyes, and two blades in her hands. Two blades? Angels just have one.
She turned around, looking at Sam and Dean. She stood quiet.
-Who are you?
Sam had to ask. She turned her head to him.
-Not many know, she answered with a voice so calm it actually relaxed Sam a little.
-Are you an angel? You don't look like an angel.
Dean gave a suspicious glance to her.
-What do I look like then?
-I'd say you're a demon if it wasn't for what just happened.
Dean didn't take his eyes of her and she just stood there, showing no expressions.
-My vessel happened to look like this. Sorry if you don't like it, Dean.
She knew who they were. Though this didn't surprise Dean for more than a second, since pretty much every one knew who the Winchesters were. To be honest, he thought she was beautiful. Looking into her eyes felt very soothing. They were bright blue, like the sky on a cloudless summer day, and her black hair made them come out even better. Her lips were pale, which made her eyes the only splash of color on her face. She was small, not very tall at all.
-Who are you then? Sam asked again, when suddenly he heard the flutter of wings and a wave of energy went through the room knocking both Sam and Dean to the floor.
-What the he…Dean looked up and couldn't believe what he saw. He blinked a few times just to be sure.
There was now two angels, both out of breath. The angel in the black coat stared at the other one.
-Castiel?
And it was indeed Cas. Dean tried to get up on his feet but seemed to stumble a few times before succeeding. Cas didn't take his eyes of the black angel.
-It's you, he said still out of breath, smiling, and in that moment they took each other by their wrists and dissappeared in a strong white light.