"Well isn't this place grand." Dean scoffed, his eyes scanning the massive worn down warehouse. The moon glowed softly, a few stars littering the sky.

"I don't think our definitions of grand.. share the same meaning." Castiel said, his eyes darting between the countless broken windows, and deteriorating walls. It was a filthy closed down warehouse, invested with rats and mold. Not grand in the slightest.

"Cas, wanna do a quick scan to see how many demons we're up against?" Sam asked. Castiel replied with a small nod, letting his eyelids close. His consciousness drifted out from the limitations of his vessel, sweeping over the building. He let out a mental sigh, relaxing a bit from the bubbly sensations that washed over his vessel as he searched the area. He felt the demons presences immediately, their familiar foul, repugnant stench filling his senses. 4...15..18. His eyes snapped opened.

"There are 18. Nothing we can't handle." Castiel announced.

"Is the little girl in there too?" Dean asked, a familiar intensity creeping into his eyes.

"I don't know... I can't feel her presence. They must have blocked her from me. Some spell." He didn't understand how the Demons managed to find a spell that would block an angel from sensing something. 'Probably found it in one of those... libraries'. He made a mental note to scan all the libraries in the area, just in case he needed to burn a few.

"Do you think she's-"

" No. If they kidnapped her they have intentions to keep her alive, at least for a while." Castiel said, answering Sam.

"What would demons want with a little girl anyways? A sacrifice?" Dean asked.

"No, if it was they would have done it already." Castiel stated.

"This whole thing... it does seem.. off." Castiel murmured. Ever since the Winchesters called him for his aid yesterday, he had an uneasy feeling growing in the back of his mind. The whole situation didn't seem...right. And finding the location after a few "FBI" drop ins at some local stores...it seemed too easy.

Sam and Dean exchanged a few glances, before loading their guns with salt rounds.

"Let's not waste anymore time." Dean muttered.

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"Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias livertate servire-" Sam abruptly stopped ,yelping in pain, as he went flying into a steel wall.

"Sam!" Dean shouted.

"Don't try and exorcise me kid. " She scoffed. She turned her attention towards Dean, a smile spreading across her face.

"Oh no, did I hurt your little brother? Apologies." The demon sneered, her eyes swimming in pure darkness. She launched herself at Dean, hissing in pain as a salt round skimmed her arm. Both of them crashed into pile of old wooden crates. She held the knife to his neck, with enough pressure to break the skin, allowing a small trail of blood to ooze out.

"That hurt." She hissed darkly. She gripped the knife tightly. "Any last words?"

Dean winced, as the knife pushed deeper into his flesh.

"Maybe just a few...te rogamus, audi nos!" Dean shouted, finishing where Sam left off. As soon as the last word left his lips, he felt the pressure of the knife disappear.

"AGHHHHHH!" The demon shrilled in pain, as black smoke started to race out of her vessels mouth, her vessel collapsing to the ground.

"Idiot demon." Dean muttered, heaving himself to his feet. His eyes immediately darted towards Sam.

"Sammy you okay?" Dean asked, racing over to help his brother off the floor.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good." Sam mumbled in reply.

"Was that all of them?" Same asked.

"Not quite. There are 5 more." Castiel said, appearing in front of them. He finished off the other 12 quite neatly, record timing too. (9 seconds, he was quite proud.)

"Damn Cas, we just took down our first. Nice work." Dean mused.

"Did you find the girl?" Sam asked, brushing the dirt off his pants.

"No, but once we kill the Demon who casted the spell, I'll be able to find her." Castiel assured.

"Alright, sounds good." Sam said, picking up his gun.

"I'll be back soon." Castiel said, feeling the particles of his vessel vanish, as he teleported himself to the North side of the warerhouse. He looked around, observing the dim room. Paint was peeling off the rusty walls, old cargo boxes stacked messily onto of each other. His footsteps made a gently thud, as he walked across the dirty cement floor. The stench of demons made him cringe, it was so impure... so wrong. He senses sharpened as he felt the demons approaching him. His eyes narrowed.

In one swift movement, he whipped around blocking the knife that was heading straight for his chest. He landed a hard blow on the demon, sending it into the crates. He paused for a second, sending a demon that was "sneaking" up behind him into a steel wall. Turning back swiftly, he placed his hand on the first demons forehead. Immediately a bright warm light flashed out of the its eyes and mouth. The vessel slumped down with a thud. He turned around, quickly finishing off the other demon.

His eyes darted around the room, before landing on a small blonde head. The girl. His features darken, as he realised he failed to sense her presence in the room earlier. One of the other three remaining demons must have casted the spell.

He gently walked over to the girl, kneeling down. Her back was resting against a pillar, her knees curled up tight towards her chest. She seemed so...off. But he wasn't in the place to judge humans. At times Sam could feel...unpleasant, but he was still without doubt, his friend.

"Are you okay?" He asked, attempting to soften the rough edge of his voice. The girl didn't say anything, but slowly moved her hand from around her knees, looking up at Castiel. He gently held one of her arms, getting ready to lift her up. To his surprise she clutched onto him tightly. Really tightly. He started back at her stoic expression. A few seconds went by.

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

He didn't dare move a mussel, his stare locked onto hers.

Castiel narrowed his eyes in realisation. This wasn't a human.

Seven...

But he was too slow.

Without warning, a sharp, excoriating pain ripped through his torso. Castiel let out a cry, as he stumbled backwards onto the ground. The piercing pain ripped cries from his throat. He struggled to get up, but was kicked back down. Panic raced through his mind, as he attempted to mentally call out to Dean. To someone. The searing pain was unbearable, radiating throughout his entire body. Blood started pooling on the ground, flowing out from the gash in his side. The little girl smiled, her eyes now a sea of black. He saw something shiny in her hands, glistening with his blood. His eyes widened.

An angel blade.

"Hello Castiel."

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