Chapter 2
Castiel felt his legs give out as he tumbled to the ground, feeling the cold sensation of the tile on his cheek. He decided to lay down until morning when Castiel dozed off.
A week and half past, and Castiel kept everything hidden from the Winchesters. He didn't want to worry them, but lately he been doing horrible. He kept spitting up blood when no one was looking. Castiel wished he knew what this all meant, but when he put's his hand on his gut, he can feel the movement of the creature. Even if it scared Castiel, he still kept it a secret.
"Hey Cas," Sam said as he sat down on the bed next to him.
"Oh hey Sam," Cas responded.
"Dean and I were thinking, and we want you to go out to the bar."
"Tonight? " Castiel asked.
"Well yeah," Sam smiled.
"Uh I don't think so."
"Come on, enjoy life like a human," Dean hissed, crossing his arm as he strolled through the door , in front of Castiel.
"Well alright, " Castiel grinned, and then sighed behind the boys back.
...
They were at the bar when Dean order Castiel another shot. Castiel chugged it down, making a new record of shots that can be held down in a hour. As everyone cheered for him, Castiel looked at blurry Sam and Dean, chanting, and whistling like this was a huge accomplishment.
Castiel got off the stool, and went outside. His head was pounding, and it wasn't from the alcohol.
"Hey Cas, " Sam said, following Castiel with Dean.
"Oh..." Castiel mumbled, feeling his head, "...Hey."
"Did Dean make you drink too much?" Sam asked.
"No... I'm fine."
"Don't you lie to me!" Dean growled, "Sammy always says he's fine, but 9/10 times he's not, and it's not fooling me. So tell me, What's wrong?"
"DEAN!" Castiel raised his voice, "I'm fine, I didn't drink too much alcohol, I'm the angel of the lord, and I'm-" He saw the Winchester's faces, "Sorry."
When Dean was about to place his hand on Castiel shoulder, Castiel pushed Dean back, turning his head, and not spitting blood, throwing it up like a waterfall. Castiel wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fine...My ass," Dean mumbled, grabbing a hold of Castiel arm.
"Dean," Castiel pulled away, "I'm alright. "
Dean gave Sam a look. Sam nodded, grabbing Castiel arm while Dean grabbed the other. They started to drag him to the Impala.
"What...are...you..doing?" Castiel tried to get free.
"You're clearly in denial, " Dean mumbled, "So we're taking matters in our own hands.
They threw Castiel in the back seat, driving back to the motel.
...
"Dean you're overreacting, " Castiel hissed.
"Castiel for once in your life, care about yourself, " Dean screamed.
They were in the motel room with Castiel sitting on the bed. Sam and Dean were in front of him, "How long were you feeling this way?" Sam asked.
Castiel shrugged his shoulder, thinking of a lie, "Guys' I'm-"
"If you say you're fine one more time, I'm going to smack you," Dean growled, worried about his angel friend.
Castiel held his mouth, and blood ran up his throat into his hands, dripping through his fingertips, "About a week," Castiel mumbled, holding more blood back
Dean felt Castiel's forehead, "You don't have a fever."
"Anything weird that happened before that?" Sam asked.
Castiel shook his head in a throne of lies.
"You're lying, " Dean's voice was strict, bold, and agitated.
"Well," Castiel groaned, "When we hunted that ghost, it went through my mouth like a possession , but it didn't take control of my body, it just went out my mouth, not to long after.
"Ghost tried to possess an angel, but failed? " Sam asked Dean.
"But that wouldn't explain why Cas is so sick," Dean replied.
Sam pulled out his laptop. His fingers nearly fell off he was was typing so fast. After ten minutes of researching, Sam came to a conclusion, "It's says here in Greek Mythology, that a spirit called Elizabeth is carrying a seed called Venilia. Elizabeth one day hopes to place Venilia in a vessel, so she can grow to be this powerful being, no one can kill. The seed would grow inside the vessel, and cause the vessel discomfort, like vomiting blood. After 2 weeks, the vessel would later die from Venilia ripping out of the vessel's gut, to be free. The seed then would be the size of a fist where it would wait for a week to become a vessel like a human. This is a myth, created by the Greeks that said the 'Gods' said this was real, and Venilia would be the deadliest creature to walk the Earth."
"Sounds like Venilia is inside of you," Dean sighed, "It's not to late, We're going to cut that bitch out."
"Dean we don't know if this is true, it's a myth," Sam warned Dean.
"Seems real to me, and I'm not going to lose my best friend."
Castiel had a pale complexion, as he leaned over, vomiting blood everywhere on the ground. He fell forward when Dean caught him, placing him on the bed. Castiel was unconscious, when Dean glared at Sam, "We're cutting Venilia out...Now. I know she's in there, I have a feeling Sammy."
Sam didn't say a word when he mumbled, "Alright. "
...
"Keep Cas unconscious, " Sam told Dean, pulling out a knife. Castiel was on the bed, with his arms to his side. His shirt was ripped in two, getting ready to get Venilia out, and dead.
"What do I do if he wakes up?" Dean asked.
"Knock him out. "
"You want me to hit him?", Dean's sarcasm was showing.
"Yes Dean."
Dean rolled his eyes when Sam started to saw through the bottom of Castiel abdomen with the knife. Sam eyes squinted, nervously.
"Uh Dean?" Castiel looked at Dean by the pillow.
"Sorry buddy, " Dean cried, before back handing him, knocking him out again. After an hour of cutting up Castiel, Sam found a mass, a size of his wrist, in Castiel rib. Sam careful took it out, sewing Castiel back up with floss.
"You were right, " Sam said, picking up Venilia dead fetus.
"What do we do to it?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged, " I feel bad for killing it, so do you want to throw it in the lake down the road. Just to be respectful. "
"Whatever, but can you take care of it, I'm staying with Cas."
"No problem, " Sam sighed.
...
Sam stood on the dock, glaring down at the shallow waters. He tossed Venilia as it sunk to the bottom. "I'm sorry," Sam mumbled.
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Sam walked back into the motel to see Castiel waking up.
"Cas," Sam smiled, "How you feeling. "
"Better... I guess," Castiel sighed.
"How fast can you heal?"
"Give me a day, or so. I'll manage to heal."
"Take your time Cas," Dean told him in a calm voice.
...
Within a day Castiel was better, but Dean and Sam didn't leave for a couple of days. A couple weeks went by, and Castiel heard a knock on the motel door. He opened the door to a girl. She looked like she was 17. She's on the short side with a thin build. Her dark brown hair fell to hip bones, and her lips were dark red. She had a pale complexion, with gold eyes that matched a million of sun rises. She had black boots to match her black jeans. Her top was flowing, and red. It was a blouse.
Castiel confusion made the girl smile. Castiel suddenly screamed falling to the ground as the girl gave off a pressure, one of her many powers, above Castiel's head. When she saw Castiel stop struggling, she released the pressure, and crouched down his level.
"Hello...Father," She grinned.
