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The Clock is Ticking.

"Hessidiah?! Hessidiah?!" Castiel screamed. It was unusual for the angel to show any emotion, let alone be screaming at the disappearance of someone. Although having your sister possessing your daughter and pretty much going to their death would change things up for anyone. Shortly after Hessidiah disappeared, the men were let down.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled. "I knew we couldn't trust him to make a deal." Meanwhile Cas was going crazy searching for her. If she was hidden, he would find her. When he couldn't find where her current location was, he traced her last known location.

"She could be anywhere by now. She could be halfway around the world." Dean was saying. Castiel got a hit on his search for tracking her, so to waste as little time as possible, he just teleported to the location. It was an abandoned warehouse far from any civilization. Even though it was abandoned, it was currently running. Castiel felt a surcharge of energy, the same kind released when an angel was tortured.

"Cas where the hell did you go? Get back here!" he heard Dean's voice in his head. He followed the prayer back to the Winchesters.

"I found where he is keeping Hessidiah." Cas stated.

"Where?" Dean asked.

"An abandoned warehouse far from any civilization. I can get us there quick."

"Do it." Dean said. Even though he didn't like traveling by angel air, he was willing to do it to pay a visit to the man who had taken Avi away from him again. Cas touched their foreheads and brought them to the warehouse. The surcharges of energy were less powerful this time.

"She doesn't have long." Cas said, as he lead the way into the warehouse. Sam and Dean followed soon after. The first room they came upon looked normal, until they saw the tables in the back corner with sheets draped over two suspicious lumps. Dean nodded his head towards them and the trio moved to the tables. Sam gripped the top of one sheet, counted to three mentally, then pulled the cover back. The small body of what used to be David lay on the metal table, face in a permanent state of fear. Sam held his fingers to the boy's neck, praying for a miracle. He felt a slower than slow thumping against his fingers, meaning the boy was still holding on somehow. Dean had pulled back the sheet that was laid over Chloe. She was the same as David, holding on somehow. Sam didn't question it. Castiel felt another surcharge of energy and he moved towards it, the brothers following him. They found themselves in front of large doors, leading to a large open area. This is where the machines were the loudest. Castiel looked in through one of the windows. He slowly opened the doors and entered the room. This was where the energy felt the strongest. Dean and Sam split up to cover the sides.

"Ow." Sam cried out. Both Dean and Cas rushed to see what happened. Sam had wandered into the largest part of the warehouse and had hit his head on a dangling foot. They followed the foot up to its owner, using the catwalks to get higher up. Sam gasped when he saw who the foot belonged to. The dangling foot was property of Hessidiah. She floated in the air, not hooked up to anything, her body limp.

"Is she flying?" Dean asked. Castiel shook his head.

"She is being suspended by her wings." Without warning, he touched both brother's eyelids. The brothers blinked a few times before turning back to Hessidiah. Dean gasped when he saw her wings. Cas had given them the ability to see them. They were a snowy white with some black feathers mixed in. Her wings were stretched out as far as they could go. Dean could see the hooks going through the wings, turning those feathers close to it a deep crimson.

"Is she still alive?" Sam asked in a hushed whisper. Castiel nodded.

"How do we get her down?" Castiel scanned the room. He spotted a rope attached to the pipe holding the hooks.

"Sam go and stand under her. I'm going to try and lower her down to the ground." Sam nodded and quickly rushed under her. Cas grabbed ahold of the rope and used his angel blade to cut it near his feet. He slowly let the rope go up, while watching Sam help ease her to the ground. When Cas had no more rope left to guide he told Sam.

"Hold her, I have to let go of the rope." Sam grasped Hessidiah around the waist and Cas let go of the rope. The bar holding the hooks crashed to the ground. Hessidiah's eyes opened in pain, her face contorted. Sam laid her on the floor gently. Dean and Cas soon joined them. Hessidiah's wings were trying to fold themselves back into her back, but the hooks prevented it. The only thing she was doing was ripping her wings even more.

"How do we get the wings off the hooks?" Dean asked. Castiel studied the hooks and found them to go all the way around, like a loop. He grasped one of them and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge. Castiel began to study around the hook and the bar it was attached too. He found a screw on the back of the bar. He twisted it to the right and the loop closed tighter around her wing. She grimaced in pain. He twisted it to the left and the loop came undone enough for him to slip her wing out. He would have to wait until all the hooks were unscrewed before he could take the hooks out.

"Sam, you and Dean unscrew the hooks, but don't take them out. I'll keep her still."Cas instructed. He wasn't going to let Hessidiah die on his watch again. He reached for her hand and she clutched it tightly.

"Chloe? David?" She asked, in a shaking whisper.

"They're alive." She let out a breath that she had been holding. Cas brushed some of her curls out of her face, Avi's curls. Here, laying on the ground in front of him, were two people he thought he would never see again. His sister and his daughter. Sam and Dean finished with unscrewing the hooks and came to crouch beside him.

"I'm going to lift her up. Sam take the left side of the bar, Dean take the right. When she is sitting up, rotate the bar until her wings are free. Make sure to lift the bar when I lift her." The brothers nodded and Castiel lifted her up. The brothers brought the bar with her. Once she was in a sitting position, Cas leaned her against him. He gave a nod to the brothers and they began slowly rotating the bar. Hessidiah's face twisted in pain, and she cried out. Castiel grasped her hand and gave a reassuring squeeze.

"Can they continue?" he asked. She nodded. The brothers continued to rotate the bar. Hessidiah bit her lip and squeezed Castiel's hand to keep from crying out. The bar slid out of the wings and the brothers set it down. Hessidiah immediately retracted her wings. Castiel pulled her close and she wrapped shaking arms around him. They sat like that for a few minutes, until they heard a chuckling from behind them. The TV man stepped out from the shadows and closer to the group. Castiel pulled Hessidiah even closer.

"The heroes aways save the day huh?" he laughed. "Not in this fairytale." He threw Sam and Dean against a wall, along with Castiel, leaving Hessidiah on the floor. The man lifted her head to look at him.

"Such a pathetic group. I would have expected better from the Winchesters." Cas had managed to get himself free, so he flung himself at the man. He caught the man off guard and they both tumbled to the ground. Exchanging punches to each other's faces Castiel backed the man into a corner. The game changed when the man pulled out an angel blade and started to slash with it. Castiel pulled his own and began countering the strikes.

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I watched from my painful position on the floor as Castiel, the only brother I really liked, was backed against the wall. He was held in place by the man's powers. I drew from the last reserves of my grace to move me from this spot. Before I moved I closed my eyes, the last image being the man raising his angel blade. The last thought being, I'm going to be too late. I felt the blade enter my chest and I opened my eyes. I was face to face with the man. He looked shocked at me for getting in his way. Castiel used this distraction to stab the man with his blade. The man's eyes glowed white and his body arched. He fell to the ground, ripping the blade from my chest. I started to fall along with him, but strong arms caught me and held me tight. I could feel Castiel trying to heal me, but it wasn't working.

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Castiel had been backed into a corner and he knew it. He had accepted his fate when the man raised the blade, what he didn't expect was Hessidiah moving herself between the man and him. He had used the distraction to take down the man and moved quickly to catch Hessidiah before she fell to the ground. The front of her shirt was pooling crimson. She would bleed out soon if he didn't heal her. He placed his hand on her chest and pushed his grace towards her, but it was bounced back. She lifted an arm weakly and slid the sleeve back to reveal a sigil cut into her skin that prevented healing. He slumped to the ground and pulled Hessidiah into his lap. Her eyes were starting to glaze over. She was dying again and both times Castiel couldn't do anything to stop it. He heard shuffling and saw Dean rummaging through the man's pockets. Hessidiah tried to push away from Castiel.

"I don't want to burn you." She pushed out, using the last of her strength. Castiel nodded and laid her on the floor. Her eyes slid shut and she glowed white with escaping grace. When the light died down, a pair of wings were burnt into the ground.

"Got it!" Dean exclaimed. He held up a small bottle of blue gas. He brought it over to Cas.

"Is this Avi's grace?" he asked quietly. Cas studied it and nodded.

"Can we bring her back?" he asked. Castiel thought. When the grace is absorbed, everything is healed. Would it work?

"I don't know." Was his answer.

"Can we try?" Dean was looking hopeful. Castiel nodded.

"I'll go get Sam." He left the room to go find Sam. He returned a short while later, Sam in tow. They gathered around the body and Castiel grabbed the bottle. He held it above her face and opened it. The grace flowed out of the bottle and into her mouth. They sat there waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.