Chapter Two!
Castiel didn't reply to my greeting. I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Well that's rude."
Silence reigned while I smirked, the angel simply glaring.
"Just say what you need to say, it's really not that hard!" Dean burst out.
I turned to him with a chuckle. "Says the one who can't seem to admit his feelings for a certain angel-in-shining-armour."
Dean flushed with a growl, and Castiel turned to him, cocking his head.
"Which angel is this?" He asked. I could hear the tinge of jealousy, but apparently Dean couldn't, as his cheeks just got even redder and he stuttered, "No one, Cas, she's just making stuff up. Let's just get what we need from her and go." The angel didn't seem to believe him – fair enough, Winchesters were horrible liars – but he turned back to me nonetheless.
"Why did you wish to see me?" He asked stonily. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't give a girl a smile then." I muttered, before speaking normally. "It's a short message, don't worry, just three words. Three words, a future-seeing friend of mine thought you might like to hear."
"You have friends?" Dean snorted disbelievingly. No, I am not five. Yes, I did stick my tongue out at him for his comment. Shut up.
"What three words?" Sam got us back on track and I lifted my head, staring directly into Castiel's borrowed eyes.
"Ingentibus ardent cadentum."
Castiel's face hardened even more than it already was – seriously, is this guy made of concrete or something? – And he shook his head.
"That's impossible."
"Is it?" I raised an eyebrow. "It's coming, angel, whether you like it or not."
"That will not happen." He insisted.
"Uh, what's going on? What did that mean?" Dean shifted towards his angel slightly, the movement so small I wondered if he even knew he was doing it.
'Oh, these boys will be fun.' I thought, amused.
Castiel didn't turn to look at him, but answered with only slight hesitation.
"It is Enochian. It means 'they burn as they fall'."
"Who burns?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed.
They seemed to have forgotten I was there – well, that just wouldn't do.
"Ahem." I caught their attention again. Glares – how original. "If we could get on with this, that'd be great." I smiled.
"Well we're waiting on you, now." Dean snapped. "Finish your part of the deal."
I smirked at him. Bluntness would serve me best right now – much as I usually avoided it.
"Because, my young trio of misfits," – Dean snorted – "I can do this."
A flick of my wrist, a whispered thought, and seconds later I was smirking at three shocked looks – even the angel was shocked, good on me – while a flicker of a flame danced in my palm.
Damn straight.
No one spoke. The crackling of the fire in my hand, accompanied by the whirling symphony of wind outside created the only sound. Everyone was, as far as I could see, shell-shocked.
That was great and all, and yeah it gave me an ego boost, but I had places to be.
"Silence is a painting I'd prefer not to admire, boys." I raised my eyebrows. "So have I got any questions?"
"How are you doing that?" Sam breathed. Another swirl of my wrist, and the flame shot out in a flash of light in his direction, making him jump back – and me to pout as it evaporated harmlessly against the edge of the Devil's Trap.
Oh well.
"That's really none of your business, my young padawan."
Dean's jaw dropped even further. "You've seen Star Wars?"
I put on my best 'duh' face. "You haven't?"
"Where did you learn to do this?" Castiel interrupted, still staring at the flickering flame in my palm. I shrugged in reply.
"Nowhere. I was born with it; it's not like bloody Maybelline. Now come on, we had a deal. Let me out."
Sam's brow was furrowed, and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
"You can't attack us outside of the Devil's Trap?"
'That's not sounding good.'
"Obviously." I drawled. "Now let me out."
"Why should we?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
I resisted the urge to snarl. "What's the world coming to when you can't trust the word of a Winchester? Where has all the honour gone? I swear we had piles of it in the 19th century. Now let. Me. Out."
Castiel raised his head slightly, his eyes unreadable.
"You are a demon. You have no sense of honour."
"Just cause it's not the same as yours doesn't make it any less, angel. Do I have to say it again?"
"Actually," Dean turned away from me. "I'm all for just leaving you here."
I couldn't hold back the snarl this time. "You don't want me as an enemy, Winchester."
"Well we're not having you as a friend." Sam pointed out.
"Why not?" What the hell. Desperate measures, right? "You don't want the Apocalypse; I don't want the Apocalypse... See where I'm going with this?"
"You'd go back on your word as soon as we let you out!" Sam rolled his eyes. "We're not stupid."
'Could've fooled me.'
"I'm not suggesting we work together or anything." I glared. Crap, I'm turning into one of them. "Just that I stay out of your way, you stay out of mine. Everyone wins."
"And we let you keep murdering innocents?" Dean snorted. "Not gonna happen."
"Well pretty-boy, it's the only offer of friendship you're gonna get." I growled.
"Why shouldn't we just send your ass back to Hell?"
"Cause when I get out, I will spill the blood of everyone you care about. Starting, I think..." I swiveled to the younger Winchester. "With him."
Dean snarled and took a threatening step forward.
"Don't you dare."
I quirked an eyebrow and put on my most patronising tone. "Oh, did I strike a nerve? Does pretty-boy Winchester want to protect his baby brother, just like he never could before?"
Dean looked about to jump into the Devil's Trap and throttle me – well, try to anyway – but Castiel spoke.
"I could smite you."
That... Was a tiny, very annoying flaw in my brilliant plan.
I turned to him this time. "Come on. Castiel. I was going to help your charge. Back in Hell. You saw me there, I know you did."
The angel was silent, but the Winchesters turned to him, startled.
"Cas?" Dean asked. "'This true?"
"Yes." Castiel said reluctantly. "But that does not mean I will hesitate to kill you."
"Oh, because a 'thank you' would have been too much to ask for, of course." I said sarcastically, before I leaned forward, a twisted grin on my lips and a menacing anger in my eyes. "As soon as I saw your little Winchester, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. His soul was so pure, you know. So untainted." My grin widened. "I wanted to rip him limb from limb, and make him scream for mercy. I wanted to break him in every way possible. I wanted to make him mine. And when I was done, he would've been begging for more. I would've made him worship me. And then I'd do it all over again."
Furious blue eyes and a fierce growl were the last things I remembered before I passed out.
When I woke, I expected to be in Hell. Well, if I was lucky anyway. I was leaning more towards not waking up at all. But no, I hadn't moved. I was still in the same dirty abandoned warehouse, on the same hard concrete floor, inside the same irritating Devil's Trap. Only one thing had changed: I was alone.
The bloody bastards had left me there.
'Bloody bollocks.'