We left a few days after the brothers came back due to Cas hearing about an angel funeral. The angel in question had apparently been close to Metatron, and he had been hoping she'd be a link in the chain to get to Metatron. Since she was dead, now he just hoped someone else could help in getting to the last angel in heaven. When he'd told me about it, I asked if he wanted me to come to it or stay. I could understand him asking me to stay, he obviously knew the angel and felt awful about her death, whereas I hadn't known her.

But instead, he pulled me close. "Please come with me." He requested quietly. I nodded, and packed a set of clothes for the funeral alongside normal hunting clothes and my FBI suit. I brought a black jacket, with decently wide sleeves for me to hide my blades up just in case. It was in Wichita, and wasn't far away, so we left quietly that morning.

We got there in the afternoon, and blended within the back of the crowd quietly. Castiel was watching someone in the crowd, though, someone on the other side in the back that hadn't noticed us.

When he moved to leave, Castiel pulled my arm slightly to indicate it was time to move.

Cas cut him off and pulled him roughly behind a headstone while I stood watch and listened to the conversation.

I heard the other angel ask a weird question, though; after saying that Bartholomew had killed Rebecca. "Where's your human?"

"My human?" Castiel asked, confused.

"Right here." I muttered, peeking my head around the stone. "Why do you care?"

The other angel looked over at me for a second before staring at Castiel, almost with a look of worry. "Be careful, Castiel." He warned him. "Bartholomew will do anything to get to angels not under his command. Very few in general will… approve," he glanced over at me for a second. "Of your consorting."

"Are we going to have a problem with it?" Castiel asked, his voice steely.

"Rebecca taught us to live among humans and accept them." He answered. "I would not dishonor her memory by casting those teachings aside."

Cas nodded once towards the angel, and he left without another word. I moved around to face Castiel on the same side of the headstone. "What was that about?" I asked, keeping my voice level.

"Don't…" he thought about his answer as we both began to walk back to the car. "Don't worry about it." He said after a few moments, not looking me in the eyes.

"Cas," I was about to argue when he put a hand out, stopping me and moving me slightly behind him. I looked up, focusing in front of me, and saw two people in suits.

Then I saw the angel blades.

Shit.

"Where did your friend go in such a hurry?" One of them asked. I tensed, prepared to flick my wrists in an instant.

"You're too late. He's gone." He responded, pushing me behind him more. I didn't say a word, I could sense it was a bad idea.

"Castiel?" The first angel said his name like a sinister question. He looked over at me, then, smiling. I really didn't like his smile. "And Kylie, I presume. So the rumors are true." He turned back to Castiel.

"Our boss has been looking for you." The second angel said. "For both of you." I flicked my wrist, prepared for a fight, and felt two fingers on the back of my head.

Damn angel knockout Spock thing.

When I woke up, though, I was sitting next to Cas in a waiting room, on a… A couch? A black couch?

Seriously?

Cas had an arm around me, and adjusted it once I sat up. "Sorry." I whispered.

"Don't apologize." He whispered back. I felt something odd in my sleeves, and realized that my blades were gone.

I'll say this again, SERIOUSLY?

"How much longer?" Castiel asked. I looked up and saw the same angels from earlier standing in the room with us.

"You have someplace to be," the angel asked in response. "Cordziz Hoath?"

I watched Cas visibly cringe at the words for a second. "Cas, what does that mean?" I whispered. He didn't get a chance to respond, though. The doors opened, and out strode what I assumed to be another angel that seemed way too confident.

He walked to the blonde angel in front of us, the one that had been speaking, and held out a hand. "Their blades." He requested. I watched as the angel pulled out three separate angel blades, and placed them in the other angel's palm. The boss angel that I guess was Bartholomew, he examined the blades for a moment before pocketing them and turning to face us. "Standard security protocol. Can't be too careful these days." He said, his face like stone.

"Hello Bartholomew." Castiel said, his expression just as stony as the other angel's. Bartholomew smiled, a smile that held no emotion, and moved closer.

"Castiel." He said the name happily, but it was empty happiness. I watched as he hugged my boyfriend, clapping him on the back. Cas hugged him back after a moment, and the second his arms were away from me blonde angel grabbed my arms and pulled me away.

"Hey!" I tried to pull away, but he had an iron grip. More struggling led to the feel of cold metal against my neck. Castiel tried to pull away, Bart kept a tight grip on him, waiting for Cas to embrace him once more.

When Bartholomew pulled away, Castiel's arms fell limp to his sides. He glanced over at me, and for the first time… I think I saw fear in his eyes. "It has been too long." Bartholomew commented.

He took a seat on the couch, motioning for Cas to sit down as well. They talked, Bart acting as though they were old friends, old war battle buddies. Castiel's voice held caution, and he glanced at me from time to time as he continued to converse with Bartholomew.

"Interrupt their conversation," the blonde angel whispered to me. "And I'll gladly help return Castiel from consorting with such… dirty apes like you." I fought the urge to pull away from him, for doing that would cause me to cut my own throat.

When Castiel and Bartholomew moved to walk about the area, Blondie and I followed, the grip on my arms or knife at my neck never leaving. When Castiel asked if he and Bartholomew were friends, I snorted quietly as Bartholomew's answer of yes. When Cas asked if we were free to leave, I stilled for a moment at his response.

"Of course you are." He answered, taking a glance over at me. I didn't miss the lack of inclusion on my part. Bart focused back on Castiel and kept talking. He wanted to kill every angel in his way. A drop of blood to save a gallon my ass. More like a gallon of blood to preserve the drop he hand-picked.

And he wanted Castiel to be in on it.

I watched him torture the man we'd talked to earlier, and watched as he offered Castiel an angel blade to kill him.

Castiel glanced over at me once before refusing, and Bartholomew saw it. He sighed, commenting on how he was sorry to hear Castiel's refusal, before killing the other angel.

"NO!" I screamed, and heard Castiel's shout of it with me. The blade against my throat came a little closer, and I could feel it just on the edge of nicking the skin.

"I told you," the blonde angel hissed. "NOT to interrupt."

"Cool it." Bartholomew ordered. "If she's going to be a distraction to the great Castiel," he turned to look at me. "Then maybe we should turn her in to incentive."

Castiel's eyes widened behind him, and I struggled to pull my arms away as Bartholomew came closer. "As your refusal makes perfectly clear, you always thought you were better than me." He said to Castiel, turning to face him as he cupped my chin. "Shall we put your superiority to the test once and for all?"

"Let her go, Bartholomew." He said. "She has no part in this."

"No part?" He laughed. "You've been keeping an eye on her since you two came here, keeping her within arm's reach whenever possible!" He turned to look at me, shaking his head. "What's so special about you, human?" He asked. "What makes you so important, so much more than returning his own kind to heaven? What about you," he twisted my face from side to side. "Made him want to take on the… disgusting status of a Cordziz Hoath?"

"Get bent." I muttered, spitting in his face. He wiped it off with his sleeve, and glared for a moment. He turned to look back at Castiel once.

"Really? Her?" He asked. He didn't even look at me, didn't give any sort of signal or tell of what he was about to do.

He punched Castiel in the face, twice. "STOP!" I shouted, and felt the blade just barely draw blood.

Damn, did it burn.

"No." Castiel argued, refusing to throw a punch. "Angels fighting angels has to stop somewhere." He glanced over at me, and I saw determination in his eyes. "Might as well stop with me."

I smiled at him, understanding. He didn't want to act like Bartholomew, become like Bartholomew.

I trusted him.

"Fine." Bartholomew spat the word out. He just turned quickly, and buried his fist in my stomach. I doubled over in pain, feeling the knife cut in to my neck even more as I fought to bring my arms around and wrap them around my midsection. He drew one of the angel blades, and for a moment I thought I was done for.

But he turned back around to Castiel and lunged. Cas caught his arm, and the angel holding me stopped to go help Bartholomew. I wrapped my arms around my stomach for a moment, crumpling to the ground as Bartholomew ordered his men to stand down.

Then Cas looped his arm around, and in one swift move had Bartholomew in a headlock, holding the angel blade to his neck. Nobody was focused on me.

I looked around, and saw one of the angel blades had fallen out of Bartholomew's suit. I grabbed it quietly, and watched Castiel let the angel go. "What are you now? A penitent?" Bartholomew asked him.

"I'm nothing." He answered, moving past Bartholomew to come and help me up.

He didn't see the angel blade in my hand.

He didn't see Bartholomew coming down on him with a second angel blade.

I moved, faster than I thought, and stabbed Bartholomew in the stomach with the angel blade I'd picked up. "Castiel may show mercy," I muttered to him, watching him die. "But I won't."

The angels let us pass after that. Nobody muttered anything about a Cordziz Hoath, whatever that was. Nobody moved to stop us. Nobody did anything, just watched us go. Castiel kept an arm around me the entire time, and handed me the other angel blade that Bartholomew had held. "These ones were yours." He muttered, taking the one I'd used and wiping it clean.

We walked all the way back to the graveyard in silence, where Rebecca had been buried, and stood in front of her headstone for a while. "I'm sorry." I finally whispered. "I know you didn't want to kill him, and I know you wanted the violence to end. I just didn't want him to kill you."

"If you had not intervened," Castiel answered. "Then I would not be here, and there is a very good chance you would not be either."

"What do they mean, when they call you a Cordziz Hoath?" I asked. "It almost sounds… derogatory."

"It's enochian." Castiel answered. "It means 'Human Lover.' When an angel is referred to as a… Cordziz Hoath," he sighed. "It means that they are to be looked down upon, to be scorned, for they have forsaken that of their mission, have chosen to turn against the company of their own kind, in favor of that of a human." He stared in to my eyes, making sure I understand. "It means that I have chosen to be with a human, to date you," he stated. "Instead of another angel."

"Oh." I thought about that, letting the implications settle. "By being with me, there's a bigger target on your back than normal, isn't there?"

He didn't answer, choosing instead to place an arm around my shoulders and gaze once more at the grave of Rebecca's vessel. He was deep in thought, and I could see him trying to plan out the next several steps.

All I could wonder about was whether or not I was worth Castiel being an outcast to his own kind.

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Hey, WriKai here! BEFORE anybody asks, I ran the words "Human Lover" through a few different English-to-Enochian translators until I found the most common translation that I liked.