So I forgot to put a disclaimer in the first chapter: I own nothing but Cynrae. So yeah, nothing belongs to me. Oh and thanks for the reviews. I love getting them.

Chapter Two

Castiel remained very still, only his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. The pressure from the blade was not strong enough to cut his skin, but Castiel knew that any slight movement could prove deadly, as he could not heal himself anymore.

"Cynrae," was all Castiel could say. What was he supposed to say? He knew that she probably thought him to have rebelled against God. She probably was ordered to kill him on sight. Castiel could not blame her. How could Cynrae know that Castiel did what he thought was what God wanted? He couldn't tell her everything he really wanted to, all he could do was stare into her eyes and pray. Pray that his death would not cause her any regret, because he knew Cynrae had feelings for him. Feelings Castiel never acknowledged, but feelings he knew Cynrae had.

"Ahhh. She finally arrives. See, Castiel, God has given Cynrae the desires of her heart. She wanted so much to become an angel down here, on earth. Especially when she found out that her favourite angel turned his back on God. Cynrae has learned a lot from you Castiel. She was your charge, no? It is fitting that she be the one to end you," Zachariah stated the last part just loud enough for all to hear.

Cynrae pressed the blade deeper into Castiel's throat and watched as blood began to trickle down his throat. Her eyes were hard, focused and determined.

"Finish him, and let's be done here Cynrae," Zachariah's voice sounded bored continued.

She saw Dean move out of the corner of her eye. Humans always thought they were quiet when they sounded like a heard of elephants running amuck to her. One quick movement and Cynrae's blade was no longer against Castiel's throat. With one quick look at Castiel and an even quicker wink, Cynrae made her decision for all to see which side she truly was on. Looking directly at Zachariah, Cynrae handed her blade out to Dean. "Take this, handsome, you'll need it soon enough. It will cut through angel meat like butter. Far superior to anything you might have." She felt Dean's hand grab the blade and felt a sense of loss leave her body as the blade transferred temporarily to a new owner.

Castiel was looking at Zachariah. "It seems the odds have improved. Leave now."

Zachariah considered the odds. They were still in his favour. He could kill the angel, and grab Dean. It was the female he was most worried about. Her blade had the power to hurt him, and Zachariah, being no fool, was not about to risk his own safety for the chance that either Dean or Castiel would not come after him. "You are just like your father, Cynrae. Such a disappointment. All that time we spent together after Castiel had his orders to follow. Yet you still chose him. You are no longer welcome in heaven. There will be no place for you to hide on earth. Consider your time on earth limited Cynrae. I will find you and smite you myself."

A rather loud flutter on the wind blew the curtains up and Castiel, Dean, and Cynrae found themselves looking at each other, alone.

Dean looked at the blade in his hands, then at Cynrae, then at Castiel. "Friend of yours?"

Castiel never took his eyes off of Cynrae. She was busy looking around the house. Thinking, taking everything in, planning. He was unsure which, but concluded that it had to be all three.

"Yes. She is…my friend?" Castiel's voice was unsure. Almost as if angels did not have friends.

Cynrae laughed at Castiel's declaration of friendship. She turned her focus to Dean and the blade that was still in his hands. She wasn't sure if there was going to be a fight or if Zachariah would have left peacefully, but she didn't want Dean to be fighting without a weapon. "You going to give me my blade back now, Dean?"

Cynrae held out her hand, palm upward and open.

"No." Dean's voice was rough, and he was holding the blade close to his heart.

"Dean, give it back to her."

"Why Cass? It kills angels."

"It is part of her, Dean. Part of her…grace."

Dean's face became suspicious. He had never heard of this transference of grace before and as usual, Dean was curious. For once, Castiel could tell that Dean was really listening to him.

"She willingly gave you part of her grace, Dean. A part, although small, is enough to protect you and weaken her. She will be – ", Castiel paused slightly to find the right human word that would best describe it, "grieving it."

"So you trust her?"

"Yes."

Dean wavered. Castiel could tell that he did not want to give the weapon back, but knew deep down that Dean realized it had to be given back. He just didn't want to.

Slowly Dean extended his hand and relinquished the blade. As soon as Cynrae touched it, it melted into her body, hidden from view but never far from action.

"Thank you", Cynrae said softly. "Dean, are you injured?"

"No."

Cynrae knew Dean was lying. "Why is he so pained, Castiel?"

"Dean is…complicated, Cynrae."

"Complicated," Dean huffed.

"Yes Dean," Castiel began. "You are unlike any charge I have ever had."

"With your luck, I'll probably be the last."

Cynrae moved over to Castiel. "I hurt you. I am sorry." She went to put her hand on Castiel's neck in order to heal him, but her hand was grabbed by strong fingers. Castiel lowered his eyes and tilted his head, angling his view just shy of Cynrae's shoulders.

"Don't." One word. One meaning. One act of anger from an angel who wasn't supposed to feel.

Cynrae moved her body closer to Castiel's. Angling her head, she looked into those piercing blue eyes.

"I'm still yours, Castiel. Nothing has changed."

"You should not have come. You should not have disobeyed. You should not be here."

"And I take it I should be up there?" Cynrae pointed upward. "You know what it was like when you were there. When you were sent back, to Dean, it was worse. There was no one to stop it."

Castiel took two angry steps away from Cynrae. "You do not listen well. If you listen, you would have avoided much."

"I listen to my heart Cas…and to you." Cynrae looked at Dean. A thought occurred to her. "Where is Sam?"

"Long gone, angel-girl," Dean answered.

Cynrae's eyes widened. She turned to Castiel. "You must find him Castiel. And bring him here. They will go after him next."

Castiel looked Cynrae over. He considered her words carefully. "I will go. You will stay with Dean and watch over him."

"I don't need any angel looking after me!"

"Dean, watch your tone." And with that Castiel disappeared, leaving behind a wide eyed Dean and a stony looking Cynrae.