Part two of my story! I hope you enjoy. :)
Note: I've never written with an Irish "accent" before. I hope I did good and did everything appropriately!
My name is Sara, and I'm Max's vessel.
Not Max? Her vessel? How is this possible? These, and many more questions, were echoing in the minds of Sam, Dean and Castiel. For many moments, no one spoke, no one moved, no one did anything. Finally, Castiel glanced at the Winchesters with a look of amazed curiosity on his face. This illustrated to Sam and Dean that he had no idea what was going on.
"Uh… Blue?" Sara asked with uncertainty. "Castiel? Ya still thar?"
Castiel turned his attention back to the beaten woman in front of him and said, "Yes… Sara. I'm still here."
Sara huffed before she said, "Dammit, man! Don't do that ta me! A blind man can see better than me!"
"My apologies."
"You can't see anything?" Dean asked, which earned a yelp from Sara.
"Dammit!" Sara said through a raised voice. "Castiel! Why didn't ya tell me ya weren't alone?"
Castiel tilted his head before he said, "You never asked."
"'You never asked,'" Sara said, mocking him before she started to swear in Gaelic. "Tis kinda implied, pretty boy. After all, I'm blinder than one of the three blind mice."
As the Winchesters started to approach Sara, they chuckled at the fact that Sara just called Castiel 'pretty boy.' As they got closer to her, Sam noticed that Bobby, too, was looking like he was near an A-bomb detention. Completely forgetting about Sara, Sam approached Bobby. Sam couldn't help but frown as he knelt down next to the man that was like a father to him. Hell, he was even more like a father than John in some ways.
"He okay?" Dean asked with concern, noting the expression on his brother's face.
Sam placed two fingers on Bobby's throat to see if there were any sign of a pulse before he said anything. When he was about to, Sara said, "Bobby's fine. I wouldn't've brought him back 'ere if he weren't."
Dean's face went sour at the thought of Bobby being abandoned. Few moments passed before he asked, "So, you would've just left him there? Wherever you were? Alone… uncared for… beaten as though he were only a piece of garbage?"
As Sara sat down on a chair near Bobby (which was very hard for her to find considering she was blind) she said, "A Thiarna! No, Dean… we wouldn't've brought 'im back 'ere. As in, 'is house… ya idjit."
"Where would you have taken him, then?" asked Sam as he took off Bobby's shoes in the effort to make him more comfortable.
Sara shrugged, flitching at her actions, and said, "Dunno. Per'aps back 'ome wit' me. Back to Ireland. Know plenty of people thar that can protect us fer the time bein'."
"Protect us?" Castiel asked as he rose an eyebrow. "From what?"
"From the t'ing that did t'is ta us."
"You do not know what caused it?"
Sara shook her head slightly as she said, "Nope. Haven't the foggiest. Max t'ought t'at it was possible t'at it was an angel. But, t'e signs… t'ey weren't consistent of an angel attack."
Castiel froze the moment Sara said, 'angel attack.' He couldn't imagine it; the thought of one of his breathern attacking another angel was incomprehensible to him. Castiel's thoughts of denial were cut short, however, when he remember when Uriel attacked him.
And, the more he thought about an angel attacking Max… the more he started to question his orders about the apocalypse. If Max (obviously a high ranking angel) would even consider an angel attacking her, then maybe there was something wrong with the will of Heaven.
"Angel attack?" Sam asked, interrupting Castiel's thoughts. "As in, an angel attacking another angel? Full on angel violence? Is that even possible?"
Remembering that he never explained to the Winchesters about Uriel's actions, Castiel was going to confirm his question and explain. However, Sara stopped him when she said, "Oh, yea'. It's possible. Somet'ing wiggy is goin' down in the lower parts o' heaven. And, the t'ing is… I 'ave no idea w'at. It's almost as if-"
"Hey, Sara?" Dean asked. "Could you do us a favor?"
"Depends. I ca't see diddly, Dean."
"Yeah… could you NOT talk in an accent?"
Sara's face turned to stone, but she didn't say anything.
"It's just…" he said, then paused. "It's just really hard to understand you. Especially when you go on and on like that."
Sara huffed at him, but still said nothing.
Dean chuckled uncomfortably before he said, "I mean… I've never heard anyone talk that fast before. No, wait. That's not true. I only knew one other girl that talked that way. There was this one time I was with this awesome chick, and I pissed her off. And, whew, man… she had a vicious temper and swore like a sailor. She was just-"
Scoffing again, Sara cut Dean off as she said, "Dúr American hatahard hoin nas-"
"Sara!" Castiel said, cutting her off, with a shocked tone.
"What did she say?" Sam and Dean asked.
"Hm? Oh, me?" Sara asked innocently. "Nothing."
"What exactly happened, Sara?" Castiel asked in the hopes to change the subject.
Sliding off her coat, Sara leaned back in the chair she was sitting in and sighed. She didn't want to tell them exactly what happened because, when it came right down to it, she didn't know herself. In the end, she decided that she would tell them what she could.
"I'm not entirely sure what happened," she said with an American accent.
Sam looked towards Dean (who had a very relieved look on his face) and said, with a sympathetic tone, "Just tell us what you can."
"I'll do my best. But, you need to remember something: Time isn't the same in heaven. And, when you're riding shot gun with an angel, it's incredibly distorted. Some of it probably won't make sense.
"It took a great amount of time, patience and effort to weasel the information out of Ishrick without harming Bobby. To be perfectly honest, I'm surprised that Max was as patient as she was. Usually, she's rash and like a bull in a china closet. You would laugh and be amazed at the things she's done."
As Sara told her tale, she couldn't help but smile at her fond memories of Max. There were many times that Sara and Max spent hours just sitting and laughing at past experiences. They, quite literally, cracked each other up in more ways than one. However, her smile faded away as she continued.
"After we managed to get the information, Max proceeded with the removal of Ishrick. Right before she removed him, some… words were exchanged. No. Not words. More like emotions. Feelings. See, communication in heaven isn't the same as it is here on Earth; especially between the angels."
"Angels?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time.
"We thought that Ishrick was a demon," Castiel said as he sat down.
"He is," Sara said before she scratched her head. "But, the first demons…"
"First demons?" The Winchesters asked in unison again.
Sara gave a forced, heavy sigh before she said, "You two never attended Sunday school, did you?"
"Well…" Sam said, trailing off in his own thoughts.
"We… never really had the time," Dean said as he uncomfortably scratched his head.
Sara sighed once more before she gathered her thoughts and continued. "When Lucifer was kicked out of heaven, he took one-third of the garrison with him. That means that one-third of heaven's warriors, angels, were thrown into Hell. These angels became the first demons."
"So," Dean said as he sat down next to Bobby. "Not all the demons are humans?"
Sara shook her head before she said, "No. They aren't. Usually, only truly evil souls turn into demons. And, true evil in humans is very rare. Usually, when someone commits a heinous crime on Earth, they are mentally unstable. This is one of the reason why Purgatory exists; to give them another chance."
"And, Ishrick…?" Sam asked as he handed Sara a wet washcloth.
"Was an angel. Actually, he was directly under Max's command. Max taught him nearly everything he knows. She would never admit this… but Ishrick was her favorite."
"Did you know this?" Dean asked Castiel with an accusing tone.
"I heard rumors that was the case," Castiel said as he folded his hands. "I never thought it was fact, however."
"It isn't exactly made public knowledge," Sara said as she pressed the washcloth to her eyes. "Ah, slán le Dia. That hurts."
"Why not? So that the angels wouldn't know they were slaughtering their own brothers?" Dean asked as he narrowed his eyes.
"I won't lie to you," Sara said as she leaned back in her chair once again. "That is one of the reasons. There are many more and it is more complicated than you will ever know."
"Try me," Dean said as he felt the anger bubbling up inside of him like champagne does in a bottle.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Tinkerbell! One of the major reasons is because of the fact that the other demons, who are humans, don't know that the first ones use to be angels. Nor do the souls that are being tortured. If they found out, there would be a full-scale uprising on our hands: An out of control Hell is worst than any other kind.
"Another major reason is because of the souls in Heaven. If they found out that there were a butt load of demons who were formerly angels in Hell, it would cause unrest. There are more reasons, but those are the main ones."
"Well," Sam said as he poured himself (and everyone else) a glass of whiskey. "I suppose that makes sense. Sara, here's a glass of whiskey. It should help with the pain."
"Thanks," she said as she took the glass. "Anyway, where was I?"
Dean was about to ask, 'You were going to explain why the hell you just called me Tinkerbell! And, who the hell is Tinkerbell?' However, he was cut off as Sam said, "You were explaining about how words were exchanged between Ishrick and Max."
"Ah! Right," she said as she took a sip of whiskey. "I… oh, that's good. Hits the spot. As I was saying, Max and Ishrick exchanged their words. I don't know exactly what happened next; I think it's possible that Max lost her temper. All I know is that one moment, we were in front of Bobby, and the next we were in the middle of a fight."
"You blacked out?" asked Sam.
Sara nodded before resting her head on her hand. "It can happened. If an angel looses their temper… think of a flash fire that scorched the entire Earth in one singular moment. Not exactly a pleasant experience."
She paused and sighed. The Winchesters and the rumpled angel exchanged looks and shared a silent conversation. They were all unsettled at the new revelation that Sara provided them: Demons were, most likely, angels at one point or another. Unsure as to whether or not they should be relieved, Dean rubbed his eyes fiercely and sighed. He couldn't help but feel like this complicated matters immensely.
"The fight that ensued afterwards was intense. These… demonic angels I guess you could call them, came out of nowhere: One after another after another. No matter how hard we fought, they just kept coming. Max was trying her hardest to not only protect myself, but to also protect Bobby. However, it came to a point where she spread herself too thin and the only thing she could do was…"
Sara choked on her own words and set her gaze upon the floor. As she ran her hand through her hair, Sara remembered the excruciating pain that she endured. That and the blinding white light, followed by what she could have sworn to be words. Dean and Sam exchanged looks again, unsure on how to proceed. Dean instantly recognized her expression; he saw that expression looking back at him through the mirror many times. Thankfully, Castiel was the one who decided to break the silence.
"Was what, Sara?" Castiel asked, dreading the answer for he feared he already knew it.
She gulped before she said, "Was to unleash her grace. It was the most… painful experience... But, I can guarantee you it wasn't nearly as painful for me as it was for her. I remember trying to talk her out of it, but she refused. Max was too worried about my safety. And Bobby's."
Once again, the Winchesters and Castiel exchanged looks. After the way that Max acted in the barn house, and the way she showed no emotion towards Bobby and his situation… this was the last thing they expected to hear about the angel with horns.
As she started to clean her face again, Sara noticed that figures were starting to appear in her field of vision: Just blots at first, but then they started to take shape. More moments and pain passed until she was finally able to see who was obviously Castiel. Smiling, she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Nice to finally meet you, Castiel," Sara said before looking at the Winchesters. "I take it the short one's Tinkerbell?"
"Yeah, the short one's-" Dean said but cut himself off. "Wait a minute! Who you calling short? And, who the hell's Tinkerbell?"
Sam looked at Dean and suppressed a chuckle. He wasn't expecting Dean to know who Tinkerbell was, and the fact that he didn't made it all the more hilarious. Feeling himself coming to a point where he couldn't hold back his laughter no longer, Sam pinched his nose and snorted.
Sara smiled at Dean before she said, "Tinkerbell… is you, Dean. You and she must have been separated at birth."