Chapter 2: Black Angel Wings
I wasn't sure if I should have felt relieved, screwed, or turned on. Relieved because it was nothing but Castiel who had just arrived, screwed because it was Castiel who arrived (who was the son of someone in the A.N.G.E.L.S group, which were an even higher police rank and actually existed, instead of the makeshift Hunters), and turned on because that angel boy was cute as hell.
"Ah, Castiel, nice of you to join us," Crowley said, looking up Castiel while simultaneously trying to restrain the flailing boy he held captive.
"Cas?!" Dean exclaimed from the wall. His voice contained a definite tone of astonishment…and horror.
Castiel turned to them and pulled the gun to chest level, pointing it directly at Crowley. "Let them go," he said in his slow, slightly monotonous voice.
"Oh, come now, Castiel," Crowley said, keeping his eyes fixed on that gun which could easily tear away his pathetic life in an instant. "There's no need for that. We were only playing around. Would you like to join us?"
A look of utmost confusion slammed down on Castiel's face. "What? No. Why would I want to join you?" He shook his head and plowed on. "Any…anyway, if you don't let them go I will shoot you."
"Well, that escalated quickly, didn't it?" Crowley commented dryly.
"Oh, Castiel," I said, quickly letting go of my victim and zigzagging to him as he followed me with his gun.
I smirked at him and batted my eyelashes in a mockingly seductive manner. I was certain that he harbored a sweet spot for me for some strange reason and I was going to use it to my advantage. Of course I felt nothing towards him, but he did and that was all that mattered.
"Stay back, Meg, I have a gun," Castiel said, his voice slightly raised as a result of his annoyance.
I chuckled quietly and crossed my arms, looking defiantly up at him. "I know you do, Cas. I just wanted to say hi."
"Hi," he said stonily.
"Hi Castiel," I replied.
"Let them go. If you will not, I will call the police."
"You haven't already?"
Castiel paused.
He hadn't thought this through, had he?
"I haven't had the time…"
The rest of the demons burst into laughter and I could almost smell the exasperation and quick depletion of hope from Dean's end. My grin intensified and I added on to the laughter with great enthusiasm. Was he seriously that stupid? He was just like the Winchester idiots he was glued to; shoot first and then think of what the hell actually was going on after they were stuck in the mousetrap. How adorable.
The sound of gunfire exploded around the square of land once again.
Silence followed obediently.
It was funny how someone who had a heater in their hands suddenly became God.
"I am giving you all five seconds," Castiel said, slowly moving the metal weapon in a wide semicircle around him, all pretense of discomfort gone from his face. "If you don't leave—all of you— I will start shooting."
We didn't have much of a choice, did we? I never saw Castiel actually shoot us before even though we met up a couple of times before, but then again, Castiel hadn't had to shoot, since we all left before he could anyway. For all I knew he could have been a trigger-happy maniac that would shoot our heads off the moment we stepped out of line.
Castiel jerked the gun in the direction of the guys that had the older Winchester locked against the wall and to our great displeasure, he was quickly released. The gun cocked towards Crowley once again, this time with his finger planted on the trigger, and he dropped Sam like he was a hot potato.
Once the brothers were reunited, they glared menacingly at us and flung some choice words in our general directions.
When Castiel still wouldn't lower the gun, we really had no choice but to call it a day. Crowley hastily (but, of course, still with that smugness written across his face in permanent marker) said, "Alright, let the dream team over there have their moment of pretend victory, shall we?" With that comment of permission, the rest of the demons absconded the hell out of there.
I wasn't very eager to linger myself, but made enough time to give the hunky angel boy a wink before I scampered to the back of the alley and began scrambling up the metallic fence (since the three stooges were blocking the actual exit to the alley) that lead to the other side of the street.
With a final glance back as I rushed after Crowley and the others, I watched as Dean ran over to Jo. There was panic and fear in his voice intermingled with pain as he frantically checked if she was okay. Sam nervously hovered over the two, practically dancing on his toes.
After that, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift back to Castiel. The gun already nestled itself in the inside pocket of Castiel's jacket and he was executing his normal staring-at-the-sunlight squint in concern.
And then Castiel's eyes met mine.
He stared at me for a moment and I found that I was having trouble looking back.
There was something in his eyes that made me stop dead in my tracks as I began clambering down the other side of the fence.
I couldn't understand what it was, really.
Whenever we met each other he would give me that look. What was that look? What the hell did he want from me?
The fence was dividing us. He stood in the weakly glowing moonlight beside his other two comrades. I clung to the gate, basking in the darkness that the top of the building provoked, on the side of the Demons.
The look Castiel was giving me really pissed me off.
I averted my eyes quickly as I let go of the metal, landing so hard on the opposing sidewalk that my knees bent and I stumbled.
Why would I care about any look that I was given? Oh, that's right: I wouldn't.
I began my trek back to the my crap hole of a house, shooting furtive looks around for any police officers that may have decided to venture out for a nightly stroll. I actually had a whole list of idiot law enforcers at my tail who (though they had no actual proof I committed the crimes) would love to snap those silver ringlets around my wrists.
I never care about what anyone thought of me, let alone some boring, stupid law-worshiping knucklehead like Castiel.
So, of course I didn't care.
The street was deserted.
The Demons had fled quickly without checking if I escaped quickly. I couldn't even see their silhouettes in the blackness.
I didn't care, I was used to it. We were always on our own.
An image of Castiel's face flitted across my mind momentarily. I watched, once again, that look appear on his face.
It was…of disappointment? Hatred? Disapproving?
I don't care! I thought gleefully to myself. Let that little brat die!
I grinned broadly.
But, it wasn't real, of course.
End of Chapter 2
