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Previously on '"Supernatural: The Angel With Horns"…
"I'm not a demon!" protested Bobby.
"Uh-huh," said the redhead while dragging Bobby behind her. "Sure you aren't! Okay! I believe you."
"No, really!" Bobby said in earnest.
"Cass!" Dean said as he grabbed the angel's rumbled collar. "Do something! Anything!"
After the fiery angel emptied her canteen of holy water on Bobby's head, he lowered his head in defeat and sighed. After he was silent for a few moments, he said, "Now look at what you did." Raising his head, Bobby looked at the red head and blinked. 'Bobby's' eyes were a cool pool of black liquid. He grinned at the Winchesters and made a baby face. "Is baby gonna cry?" he asked in a mocking tone.
"You son of a bitch," Dean said as he stepped forward. Castiel raised a hand to stop him, then looked at his human comrade with calm and reassuring eyes.
"Sam," said Dean without breaking eye contact with 'Bobby.' "Think you could do your mojo thing on him?"
Sam grinned and walked towards Bobby. "Without any hesitation," he said.
"You are going nowhere near him until I'm done with him," said the redhead angel as she lowered her hand.
"When you're done with him?" asked Dean. "Oh, no. No. I'm not going to let you."
"Castiel," she said threw a sigh, "Can you, please, take care of them?"
The Winchesters faced each other, and laughed. They couldn't believe that she just ordered Castiel, their Cass, to do something like that. Dean could bend Castiel to do any of his wishes; well, most of them, anyway. But, as they stepped forward towards 'Bobby,' they felt an invisible force pushing them backwards. Dean turned around and his jaw dropped. There was Castiel, with his hand extended out, doing exactly what the new angel ordered. Even though he was mute, Castiel said everything he needed to say with just a facial expression.
"You won't do anything," said 'Bobby' as he sat down on the ground.
"You willing to bet on that?" she asked before she squatted down to eye level. "Remember the last time that I interrogated a demon? You should, Ishrick. After all, it was your commanding officer that I was questioning. Remember his screams for mercy? Hm? Remember the torture? Picture that, if you will…and multiply it by a hundred." As she leaned forward, he fell back towards a post and started to shake out of the deepest and darkest origin of fear. "I will get that information, Ishrick. No matter what I have to do, I will get it.
"Now," Max said when she stood. "Just stay there. Don't move. I have to step out for a few minutes, but when I come back we'll have a civilized discussion…angel to demon."
Before Max left the barn, the new angel stopped next to the Winchesters. Noticing that they were tense and ready to fight no matter what, she said, "The threat of torture is worse then torture itself."
The brothers looked at each other, then back at the angel. As she walked off, Dean asked, "You have a name?"
She stopped and grinned. "My friends call me Max."
And, now, on "Supernatural: The Angel With Horns"…
Walking down a long, white corridor, Max's footsteps echoed off of the empty walls. Around her was nothing and she was the only source of color. If a human walked into that room, they would be blinded by the light, and the echo would make them deaf. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a door appeared. Sighing, Max took off her sunglasses and opened the door. The next room was as bare as the corridor, but with one difference: In this room was another person wearing all black. As he turned, Max grinned at him.
"Hello, Max," said the man with a smile. His hair was as dark as the night sky on Earth, and his clothing was that of a wealthy man.
"Mike, nice to see you," she said before walking over to 'Mike.' "Where are the others?"
"Oh, there was an attack on one of our listening posts," he said. "They're helping with the wounded."
"Ah," Max said with a grim face. "I take it you got my message?"
"Yes, I did. Are you sure that he is Ishrick?"
"I am," she replied.
Sighing, Mike walked over to Max. His black cloth coat waved in the wind, and it appeared as if Mike's wings were flapping. "Max," he said finally. "You are aware of what happened the last time we took pity on the host?"
"Yes, I remember."
Stopping, Mike looked at his fellow angel. Several minutes passed before he looked into Max's eyes and studied her soul for a moment.
"There has to be another way," she said.
Sighing again, Mike looked down towards the ground. "Yes," he said. "There is. There's always another way, but there are risks. He could escape, warn the others of our involvement, and…"
"Kill more innocents," she said, finishing his sentence.
"Yes. You could exorcise him and try to capture Ishrick, but, once again, there are risks."
Huffing out of frustration, Max closed her eyes and sighed. As she was deep in thought, Max thought of all the possible outcomes that would come if Ishrick escaped. She figured that there were hundreds of possible scenarios, but the ones that worried her were the ones that Max couldn't think of.
"I could take over for you," said Mike. "If you like."
"No," Max said as she shook her head. "They would be able to recognize you, even with a new host. I have more of a chance not being noticed."
"Then, what do you want to do? This is your command, and I will support any action you decide to take."
"One life or the lives of millions, possibly billions," said Max. "There is no question what I have to do, Mike. I will go ahead with the interrogation, and do whatever I have to do no matter the cost. May our Father forgive me…"
Meanwhile…
"Dude, seriously, why are you asking me this?" asked Sam, who was more then a little bit flustered.
"'Cause I'm curious!" said Dean, who was standing next to (the still mute) Castiel.
"Dean! This is a little bit on the inappropriate side," said Sam before he huffed.
"Oh, c'mon! Not everything we talk about has to be about the end of the world! Just answer the question."
Sam looked at his darling, demented brother and sighed. Dean started to pick up on Sam's habits, and the one he was using was the puppy dog eyes. "Left sock, then right. You?"
"Left then right," said Dean through a grin. Sam huffed again, then laughed at Dean who looked bored. "Wanna talk about zippers?"
"No," said Sam.
Trying the puppy dog eyes again, Dean said, "It's just a question."
"No," repeated Sam.
Dean pouted, then looked at Castiel. "Have any thoughts about this?" he asked.
Castiel looked at Dean with a sideways glance, then rolled his eyes. Since Max's departure three hours before, Dean had been…harassing him with little comments like, 'What do you have to say about this?' or 'Any thoughts?' To be perfectly honest, and frank, it was starting to get on Castiel's nerves.
"You do know what she'll do to me? To my meat?" asked Ishrick, breaking the silence.
"Oh, here we go," said Dean.
"She'll torture me, my meat. Probably even kill him."
Sam looked at Dean and said under his breath, "Do you think that Max would mind if I yanked him?"
"Be my guest man," said Dean, "But, before you do, have you ever heard of an angel using their powers on their own before?"
"No…"
"Exactly my point. I think that this angel is different from the others…" Dean paused, then looked at Castiel. "She is different, right? I mean, she muted you so…"
The only response Castiel gave was a glare that could flatten several small cities.
"See? Cass agrees with me," said Dean.
"What do you think Max stands for?" asked Sam, ignoring Dean.
"Hm…well…I highly doubt that it's short for Maxiel," said Dean.
"Yeah," said Sam.
After a few attempts to figure out her real name, they figured that it couldn't be Maxna, Maxiel, Maxaiel, or anything else they came up with. And, before they could continue, a gust of wind ruffled Castiel's hair. He turned toward the direction the wind came and saw that Max returned. Needless to say, Castiel was happy to see her.
"If you must know," Max said as she approached them. "It was a nickname given to me by one of my charges."
"Well, isn't that sweet," Dean said sarcastically.
Max looked at Dean, then rolled her eyes and continued her approach towards Ishrick. In the hopes that Ishrick would just cower and answer her questions (without going to far into the extremes), she started whistling 'Thunderstruck' by AC/DC to intimidate him. Before she could get into the second verse (which was her favorite part), Castiel appeared in front of her, cutting Max off from Ishrick. He stood in front of his fellow angel and refused to let Max pass.
"What?" she asked.
Not being able to speak, Castiel looked at Max, smiled then cocked his head. Raising an eyebrow at him, she cocked her head slightly in response. After a few moments of starring at Castiel, she looked as though the scales were lifted from her eyes.
"Oh! Right!" she said with a nervous chuckle. Max rose her hand, then snapped her fingers. "Sorry."
"Thank you," said Castiel with a hoarse voice.
Max looked at him and smiled. There was something about Castiel that she thought was intriguing. Perhaps it was the innocence that was splattered all over his face, an innocence that she lost after the first War. Before Max could ask him a question, she saw Ishrick and remembered of why she was there. A look of regret and sadness washed over Max's face, which caught Castiel off guard. She walked by Castiel and continued on her path towards Ishrick.
"What are you going to do?" asked Dean.
"What I have to," she said. "It would be much easier if you cooperated."
"You won't do anything," said Ishrick in a slick, evil voice. "You're weak. You care to much for my meat."
"Hm…" she paused, then looked down at the floor. A moment passed before her eyes darted back up. As if an invisible hand came out from Max's eyes, 'Bobby' acted as though she hit his face. "I don't care as much as you think.
"Now," Max said as she leaned forward. "Where is he?"
Ishrick laughed then said, "You can't find him? Oh, wait. That's right. I forgot! We've got angels on our side now. Not ones that you guys sent to Hell before, oh no. These are fresh, so they're a lot stronger then the originals."
"Maybe you don't remember this, Ishrick, but an of my…rank, my standings, can harm a demon. It doesn't matter how powerful you are, I can still reach you inside your meat. Now, answer my question: Where is he?"
Looking directly into Max's sunglasses, he said, "I'm not telling you squat."
Rolling her eyes, Max turned around then sighed. Dean looked at Sam and grinned, thinking she was done and wasn't going to go any further. Sam, however, wasn't to sure, and his worries were justified. Max took off her sunglasses, put them in her trench coat, and then sighed. "No matter the costs," she said to herself.
The Winchesters exchanged glances, then looked at Castiel. Everyone heard what she said, and everyone was nervous. Knowing that an angel shouldn't stoop to the levels of what a demon would do, Castiel nodded at the Winchesters and walked over to Max.
"Max," he said. "What do you plan to do?"
Without looking at him, Max said, "What I have to."
Sam and Dean couldn't hear the two angels, and they concluded that Ishrick couldn't either. His face was as clueless as theirs. No matter how hard they tried, the Winchesters couldn't hear what either one of them were saying.
"Think they're talking in Angel Morse Code?" asked Dean.
"Possibly," said Sam. "It would explain why we can't hear anything."
"Weird," said Dean. "He didn't do that with Uriel."
"As far as we know."
Several minutes passed before Castiel walked away from Max. The boys noticed that he looked sadder and more regretful then he usually did. Before Castiel did anything that she requested, he looked back at the other angel. He saw that Max had a certain wisdom about her that only could come with age. But, this wisdom actually looked like it was painful... as though it came with a huge sacrifice. Max returned Castiel's gaze, then bowed her head which made Castiel feel complete and total defeat.
"Cass?" asked Sam.
Castiel hesitated but then turned around and put one hand on Dean's shoulder, and another on Sam's. Confused, they both looked at each other and then realized the scenery changed.
"Cass!" said Dean as he looked around frantically for Bobby. "What the hell did you do?!"
He didn't say anything at first. Finally, Castiel broke the silence by saying, "What I have to, no matter the cost."