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Sam shuddered as the power screamed through his body. She used to be human, she didn't deserve that. A quiet voice whispered in his head. He looked at the mirror again shaking his head, "She was a demon," he growled. She was a human, the voice persisted.
He dropped his head unable to face the reflection that stared out at him, accusing him. "I did it because I have to," he whispered not sure who he was trying to convince. He let his sandy hair fall in front of his eyes closing them trying to block the images that raced through his head. He sighed heavily as he left the restroom to order dinner for Dean leaving the girl's body slumped in a filthy bathroom stall.
Dean sat on the bed opposite the angel staring at her trying to figure out what and who she was. It was a hopeless endeavor, "It isn't like the answers are just going to jump out and introduce themselves," he said to himself. A strange clicking noise filled the air as they did just that.
With an ear splitting scream the angel suddenly woke causing Dean to reach up to cover his ears. Her wings flexed slicing cleanly through the blankets that wrapped them. They spread almost impossibly wide razor sharp tips almost touching Dean where he sat stunned. His had slipped over to the angel blade he kept next to him a remnant of a betrayal so recently suffered. The metal was cool against his fingers as he brought it forward folding against his arm in a fighting position. He slipped further back on the bed avoiding the clicking metal feathers of her wings.
Dean edged carefully off the bed avoiding the outstretched wing remembering what it had done to Sammy's shirt and chest. Don't think about that, he shook his head. He stared at the angel waiting his stance ready just in case she turned out to not be so friendly. He already had firsthand experience in what happens when you trust angels.
As suddenly as they spread the metal wings collapsed around the girl as she screamed again, this time Dean couldn't help but cover his ears as all of the glass in the room shook from the power of it. He slammed his eyes closed the shrill sound lancing through his skull threatening to shake that too. As the sound dissipated he felt more than heard the thing on the bed move. He pried open his eyes dropping into a defensive stance the angel blade held ready should it be needed.
The angel was sitting up on the bed. Terrified silver eyes met Dean's hazel ones for a minute widening her arms coming around her body in an attempt to cover herself. Dean reached toward her in what he hoped was a nonthreatening way, too late he realized that his hand still clasped the blade. She spun overbalancing and falling backwards off the bed with a muffled thump.
"Damn it," Dean growled now staring at the empty bed. Sam where the hell are you when I need you, he thought as he edged around the bed carefully. When he reached the other side he gaped at what he saw. The tiny figure was huddled in the corner of the motel room her back to the wall and her wings wrapped around the front of her like a metal cocoon. The only thing visible to Dean was the top of her silver and gold head. The sound of rattling metal and ragged breathing whispered across the room. She was shaking uncontrollably. Dean stretched out a hand to reach for her only to realize that touching those wings would not be a good idea. He had never seen something look so vulnerable and so deadly at the same time.
Leaning over he gingerly and touched the top of her head hoping to give her some comfort. To late he realized that this was a mistake. As his hand came into contact with her, her wings unfurled and she tried to rise. Dean scrambled back only to hit the wall behind him with hard crack. From her crouched position her wing came around pinning him where he stood. Even taking a deep breath would put him in contact with the red-tipped razor edge of her wing. Her silver eyes stared raked up his body with open malice.
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