Heres the second chapter! Sorry it took so long!

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Rising of the Hell Hounds

Chapter Two

Castiel stood atop one the skyscrapers of New York City. He stood a careful distance away from the edge so that no one in the bustling crowd below would see him and give rise to some unnecessary panic. Castiel closed his eyes and extended his grace to search for the evil that would signify the specific rising place of the Hounds. Even with the power of Heaven on his side, this was no easy task. The city was filled with evil.

One sweep of his grace turned up things that are extremely troubling to the Angel. They have nothing to do with the rising, but are almost equally disturbing. There was drug use, violence, sex, alcoholism, thievery, murder, hatred and general human to human cruelty. Pain and sadness filled his soul and he called his grace back, not wanting see anymore. As a faithful servant of the Lord, Castiel tried his best to love all of his father's creations and it hurt him to see the evil that could come from those that were considered the most beloved. He took a deep breath and re-extended his grace, searching for the Rising place. He encountered the same bitterness, but he did not falter and Castiel found that underneath that unattractive exterior, there was something beautiful. There was goodness and innocence. There were children playing in the park, there were volunteers gladly serving lunch to the homeless and good friends chatting with each other as they made their way down the crowded sidewalk.

A faint smile was formed by Castiel's lips. There is something in this city worth saving. It could not possibly be his father's will for all of this to be destroyed. With renewed confidence, the Angel continued to search, but it was fruitless, the evil he found was not that of the extraordinary measures needed to raise a pack of beasts. With a frustrated sigh, Castiel tilted his head to the side and listened to the chatter of angelic tongues produced by his siblings. None of them had found a specific Rising place either, but a few, like him, had seen signs that a rising would indeed take place. There were thunderless lightening storms and low magnitude earthquakes in the cities of Detroit, Los Angeles, and Houston. He listened for a few more moments to see if he would be joined by a brother or sister, but he would not. Castiel had not been expecting it. Not with the fact that resources were stretched thin and the rumors that he had more loyalty to the Winchester brothers than any of them.

The rumors hurt and he longed to deny them, but he could not bring himself to do so with conviction. It was true that Castiel had begun to think that, just maybe, Sam and Dean Winchester were his friends. Friendship was something new to him. He had always felt the familial camaraderie with his fellow angels, but none of them had ever been his friend.

Giving up his search, Castiel decided to return to the motel where Sam and Dean were waiting. He extended his wings and within a fraction of a second his was standing in the cramped living space. He was greeted by the normal surprised reaction and Dean's usual request that he not land behind him and scare him.

"Did you find the Rising place," Sam asked, looking up from his beloved laptop.

"No," Castiel answered in a defeated tone, "but my brothers and sisters have confirmed that there will be Risings in the cities of Detroit, Los Angeles, and Houston."

"Did they have any luck finding the specific place?" Dean inquired as popped to top of a bottle of beer.

"No, Lilith must have clocked it," Castiel explained and his gaze shifted towards the six pack of beer beside Dean. He had heard that consuming alcohol could lower one's stress level and Castiel found that he was in need of just that. "May I?" he asked as he reached for one of the dark tinted glass bottles.

"You want a beer?" Dean sputtered, lowering his alcoholic beverage to his knee and Sam looked away from the computer screen

"Yes, I was not aware that I was unclear."

"Sure…have one," Dean obliged and handed a bottle to the outstretched hand of the Angel. Castiel eyed to bottle and applied pressure with his thumb to the cap to pop it off as he had seen Dean do. He applied too much pressure and that cap flew off at a surprising speed and embedded itself into the wall. Castiel ignored to shocked glances exchanged by the Winchesters and drank the dark liquid contents of the bottle in one swig. The end result was disappointment, pure disappointment. The desired effect did not take and as a result his stress level remained dangerously high. He was left with only a bitter taste in his mouth along with a question of how Dean and Sam could ever enjoy this beverage.

Dean drove carefully down the darkened city streets, searching for anything out of the ordinary. All he had found were drug addicts seeking out the chemical substance of their choice, homeless people searching for a place that wasn't quite as cold to spend the night, and prostitutes leaning up against flickering street lamps. It was scenes like these that made Dean question whether or not God really cared all that much about mankind. How could he just sit by and watch as these people lived liked this if he truly cared? Some of them were just kids.

The elder Winchester shook off his mental transgression and continued his search for evidence of the Hell Hounds and the demon that was controlling them. He desperately hoped that he would come across the demon first. A demon he could kill with Ruby's knife. Under force of habit, Dean reached into his coat pocket with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the dagger, just to be sure that it was still there. It would be simply disastrous to walk into a fight without it. He dug his hand further into his pocket, past his lighter and felt for the shape of the metal canteen carrying Holy Water. If this demon bastard decided to show his face, he would be ready.

Dean cursed under his breath as he turned out of the neighborhood without finding a trace of anything even slightly demonic. He reached to the empty passenger seat and dialed Sam's number into his cell phone. His little brother and Castiel had gone to Central Park to search for any supernatural on goings. They hadn't called him, so Dean assumed that their search had been as fruitless as his. He nestled the phone between his ear and shoulder and awaited the answer Sam's voice.

Sam dug through the pocket of his dark leather jacket and pulled out the vibrating cell phone. He checked the caller I.D and saw that it was Dean. Perhaps he had found the demon or at least a clue as to where it was located.

"Dean?" Sam answered in a hopeful tone.

"Hey Sammy, you found anything?" Dean's question squashed the hope that he had possessed only a few seconds ago. If Dean had found anything he would have said so already.

"No. You?" He asked even though he knew to answer very well.

"Damn it Sam! How the hell are we supposed to find this thing if it doesn't leave behind signs?"

"I don't know Dean," Sam answered despairingly, "I just don't know."

"I'm going to head back to the motel, you and Cas should do the same," Dean suggested with a heavy sigh, "We aren't going to find anything else tonight."

"Alright-" Sam was cut off by a heavy hand being placed on his shoulder. He spun around, fists clenched, ready to face the potential opponent. In his haste he dropped his cell phone. The sound of its landing was cushioned by the vegetation that lined the walk way. This was all done in vain, seeing as the owner of the hand was Castiel. Sam was about to explain to Cas that it wasn't okay to sneak up on people in the dark, but he noticed the fear in the Angel's widened blue eyes.

"We must leave Sam," Castiel said as he gripped his shoulder tighter and Sam felt his feat leave the pavement. Sam felt the breath ripped from his lungs. Human beings weren't meant to travel at this speed. Not that Cas transporting him anywhere had ever felt right, but the landing was wrong. It felt as though an icy cold hand grabbed the pair and yanked them back to the asphalt.

While gasping for air, Sam scrabbled to sit up and identify his location. The same icy cold hand that has plucked him from flight forced him back down. His head hit the unforgiving surface with an unpleasant smack. Disoriented from the cranial blow, Sam was only vaguely aware of his older brother's voice screaming from the accidently discarded cell phone. His eyes sluggishly searched for the still unseen assailant. To the left of him, he saw Castiel's unconscious form sprawled on the grass that grew alongside the walking path.

Suddenly a black clad figure appeared by Sam's side. He could have been tall, but then again, from Sam's current position anyone would have appeared tall. The man's hair matched the color of his clothing. His eyes were blackened as well, the trademark sign of a demon. Well you're in for a rude surprise buddy, Sam thought triumphantly as he focused on his powers. Nothing happened. Sam tried again and the bastard didn't even flinch. He did laugh thought. It was a horrible, haunting laugh that mocked Sam's efforts.

"Did you honestly think that would work on me?" the demon cackled, tilting his head in a way that was oddly similar to the way that Cas did it.

"Go to Hell!" Sam retorted gruffly, unable to think of a more appropriate response.

"Been there, done that," the demon taunted in a sing song voice and reached down and gripped Sam's chin in his hand, "You know, I really should kill you for trying your little "wonder girl" powers on me."

"Then do it!" Sam challenged as he stared the demon right in the eyes, hoping that the fear that he felt didn't show.

"Nope!" he refused with false cheeriness as he released Sam's chin and let it fall back to pavement, causing another explosion of pain in the back of his skull. "I think that I'm going to let you and Dean see my handiwork first…then I'll kill you."

"Who are you?" Sam demanded even thought he was in no place to be asking questions.

"Who am I? Why I'm Abbadon!" he exclaimed excitedly, "you can ask my little brother over there more about me when he comes to. See ya later Sammy!"

"Wait! What!" Sam cried out, but his cries fell only on the unhearing ears of Castiel. Sam slumped back on to the pavement and allowed the comforting blackness associated with unconsciousness wash over him.

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