A/N: Hey guys! Hope you all are enjoying the story so far! I'm trying to make it as interesting as I can. ^^
All mistakes are mine 'cuz I'm human!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor any of its characters.
Allons-y!
"Angels will fall and submit to my will," Sam repeated. "Who would send such a message?"
"And more importantly, how did this thing get into the room without us knowing who put it here?" Dean asked.
"By the temporary blackout," Sam said. "That's the only explanation."
"Well boys, better start looking up something called S.C," Gabriel said, and handed the note back to Sam. "That's the initials on the bottom of the note. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something to do. I expect those ten buckets of candy when I get back."
Sam sighed and stuffed the note in his pocket. "We'll get that done ASAP."
Gabriel grinned and then disappeared.
"Dean, go get the candy," Sam instructed, heading over to his laptop.
"Why me?" Dean argued.
"Would you rather try to figure out the meaning of S.C?" Sam questioned.
Dean stared at Sam for a few passing moments before caving in. "Fine, I'll go." Dean grabbed his jacket and keys. "Does it matter what kind of candy I get?"
"Lollipops," Sam said. "And other…chewy stuff."
Dean rolled his eyes and then headed out the door. He got into the Impala and drove off to the nearest market.
"Hey, Cas," Dean said aloud, "Look, I'm sorry for hurting your feelings and whatnot, and I could really use your nerdy angel company right now." Dean waited to hear the flutter of wings, but the sound never came. Dean sighed and leaned back in his seat and turned on the music to AC/DC. It took Dean ten minutes to get to the supermarket. In the end, Dean wound up buying ten bags of candy, a bag of apple pie, and a bag of newspapers. Dean didn't even look at the clerk's face as he exited and got back to the Impala. Once the bags we set, Dean drove off.
"I believe you asked for me earlier," Castiel stated, appearing in the passenger seat.
"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago," Dean replied. "You doing alright?"
"I'm fine, Dean," Castiel said. "I have news."
Dean glanced over at the angel. "I'm listening," Dean said. "Spill it."
"There is nothing to spill, Dean," Castiel said in confusion.
Dean smirked. "It's an expression, Cas. Just tell me what you found."
Castiel nodded. "Briathos isn't the only angel that was infected with this spell it seems."
"Dandy," Dean sighed. "You locked those angels up?"
"No, but they are under supervision," Castiel said. "I also noted a small, important detail that back then I didn't consider."
"And that would be?" Dean questioned.
"The angel's eye color changes the worse the effects take hold," Castiel answered. "I had noticed it with Briathos, but I did not see it as of import back then."
"I wasn't exactly looking at Brian's eyes," Dean said. "What color were they?"
"Briathos' normal eye color was hazel, but last night it was nearly black," Castiel replied.
"And what color are the other angels' eyes?" Dean asked.
"The difference would not be visible to humans yet, but their eyes shift a shade darker than usual, but they seem to go back to their original color from time to time, as if they're fighting it," Castiel said.
"Well, that's good, right?" Dean asked, glancing over at Castiel.
Castiel nodded in return.
Dean remained silent for a moment, keeping his eyes on the road before turning to the angel. "You worried this is goin to happen to you?"
Castiel shifted slightly. "It will happen to all the angels."
Dean decided that was as much of a 'yes' that he was going to get from Castiel. "We'll figure this out before anything happens to you, Cas."
"Dean," Castiel began a bit too seriously for Dean's liking. "If you and Sam do not find a solution to help the angels-"
"Cas, don't you dare get on this subject-"
"And I go the path that Briathos had-"
"You won't, Cas-"
"I want your word that you'll be the one to kill me."
"Cas!" Dean slammed on the brakes, halting the Impala. "It won't happen to you!"
"Dean, this spell, or curse, doesn't make angels just kill the supernatural. Over time, the angels will kill anything: animals, humans, their own kind. They won't show mercy," Castiel said pointedly.
"We'll find the damn son of a bitch who did this, alright? Nothing is going to happen to you," Dean growled.
Castiel sighed. "I am just saying if it comes to that point, you will kill me."
"Cas, why me?" Dean bit out angrily. "I'm not going to kill my best friend."
"I don't want to die by anyone else's hands," Castiel murmured. "Dean, promise me."
Dean started to drive down the road again, keeping his eyes on the road. After a long moment, Dean finally spoke. "If it comes to that point, then I give you my word, Cas," Dean said solemnly, and then lowly to himself, "But it won't come to that-I'll make sure of it."
"Thank you, Dean," Castiel replied. "I'll meet you at the motel." Without another word, Castiel left the Impala, leaving Dean alone.
A/N: Hopefully this chapter was good! Yes, it's a bit shorter than the previous chapter, but I think it's an intense chapter. I'm trying not to make the plot move too fast. ^^;;
Until next time~!
