Bodies. Nothing but blood soaking his jacket and shirt, the bottoms of his knees and his hands. His fingers were tightly wrapped around a bone blade. His heart was thudding against his chest rapidly, echoing through his ear drums. He choked out uneven breaths, shaking violently. He could feel the blood pour around his face, running like a waterfall down his cheeks. The mark on his right arm glowed an evil shade of red, as he felt the heat of anger radiate through his body.

'Monster.' The word was repeatedly chanted to him.

" Dean!" Someone screamed off in the distance. "HE'S NOT WAKING UP!" Sammy? MONSTER. The voice was back again, louder and closer. KILLER.

"DEAN!" He heard another voice, trying to call over the taunts. It was soft and soothing,filled with concern. Suddenly there was flash of pure white and a figure appeared in front of him. Ellie. She bent down and placed her hands on his cheeks forcing him to look into her eyes.

" Fight it, Dean." She whispered. He relaxed under her touch. " Fight the urges. You're stronger than this."

"I-I can't." He managed to whisper, shaking his head slowly. Ellie frantically held him tighter, making him look at her.

" Dean. Yes you can." He stayed silent as the first blade shook in his hand. "I believe in you." she said firmly. In that moment, Dean felt something rise within him. He felt the force overpower the mark as his grip on the knife faltered, and he dropped it to the ground. The heaviness in his chest instantly lifted.

Dean sat up gasping desperately for air. His shirt was cloaked in a layer sweat and he was shivering violently. Fearing he might still be in his dream, he cautiously looked down, praying there weren't any bodies. He felt Cas, Sam, and Ellie's eyes glued to him as he frantically tried to compose himself. A pair of familiar hands rested on his cheeks once more and he felt his anxiety simmer down. Still shaking, he gently pulled away from Ellie's grasp and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Dean-" Cas started but he just shook his head, avoiding any eye contact. He shuffled towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He could feel his legs give out under him and he fell to his knees grabbing the toilet and emptying his stomach. Sam and Cas cringed at the sound, as Ellie turned to them.

"When did these start?" she asked sternly. Sam looked down, slightly guilty.

"Bout a week before he met you." Sam said sadly. She closed her eyes in frustration and rubbed her forehead.

"Did no one care to mention it to me?" She said, irritation evident in her voice.

" They're nightmares. It's not that big of a deal-" Sam began, but her glare shut him up quickly.

" The demon is gone but the mark is still on his skin, Sam, what the hell do you mean it's not that big of a friggen deal?" Cas help up a hand.

" He said he was fine," Cas said, clearly as frustrated as she was. All three of them heard the shower start and looked towards the bathroom door.

" Fine?! CAS DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HIS NIGHTMARES ARE ABOUT?" She yelled, aggravated. He lowered his head and then she realized what she had just said. "Of course not. You're not strong enough." She said, her voice softening. "Cas... I'm sorry."

" It's fine. You forgot, I understand." Her heart sank at the tone of his voice. Dean's door suddenly burst open.

"Hey I think I might've found something...What the hell happened?" Ami entered the room, confused. She was holding an old ratty leather book.

"Nothing. Sam go finish with Ami, I'm going to take care of this." She looked to Cas who gave her a perplexed expression.

"Ha, fat chance, you want me to work with the angel that wants to end me?" Sam said sarcastically.

"If I wanted to end you human, I would've done so already. Get your ass inside and help me." she said, narrowing her eyes at him. Ellie looked at him sympathetically as he grumbled and reluctantly followed Ami to the library.

"Take care of what?" Cas asked quickly.

"Your grace. I'm getting that back, right now." She said as she walked out of the room, determined. He hastily ran after her.

"Not happening, Elliana." He growled.

" Want to bet? You and I both know I can get it back easily. That little prick is going to wish he never unlocked my cage." She said evilly.

" Absolutely not. I forbid you to go back there-" He said, walking up to her.

" Oh you forbid me now? That's cute. Castiel, I told you I'm getting that grace back whether you like it or not." She turned to him dangerously.

" Please don't do this." He begged .

" Don't do what?" Both of them turned to the doorway where a freshly showered Dean was standing in his plaid pants and t-shirt. He looked a little better, some of the color returning to his face.

"N-nothing." Ellie said abruptly. She turned to Cas with a fixed glare.

" She's going to get my grace back." Cas said, locking eyes with her.

" How do you plan on doing that?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest. Ellie sighed. She knew why Cas had said something. The other night he mentioned how Dean started to become oddly protective of Elliana, and although she brushed it off in front of her brother, she knew exactly what he was talking about. Dean had an odd way of bonding with people, but she could tell he was at the level protective over her. She shot a death glare in Castiel's direction before backing up and turning to Dean.

"Metatron." She whispered. Dean let out a hollow laugh before shaking his head.

"Like fuck that's going to happen." He said, turning to the fridge and grabbing a beer.

"Excuse me?" She said stalking up to him. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her.

" You heard me. You're not going anywhere near that psychotic fuck with a wanna-be god complex."

She gaped at him, trying to figure out if he was being actually serious.

" I'd like to see you try and stop me." With that, she was gone and Dean cursed loudly, slamming the beer bottle against the counter.

"DAMN IT!"

"Dean, calm down." Cas said.

" Calm down? CALM DOWN? SHE JUST SIGNED HER OWN DEATH WARRANT CAS, IT'S A LITTLE FUCKING LATE FOR CALMING DOWN!" he yelled.

" What the hell is going on?" Ami asked as she strode in with Sam in her wake.

" She went after Metatron," said Cas as Dean fumed beside him. He heard Ami snort and he looked up.

" The hell are you laughing at?" Dean replied hotly.

" Don't get your thong in a twist Winchester-"

"We're worried." Cas replied shortly.

" So am I, but more for Metatron than her." She looked to Castiel. "You know she's going to destroy him right?" Cas pursed his lips attempting to ignore that image.

" Wait what?" Sam asked.

" She's got the perfect opportunity to dismember the man who put her lock down. And now she has the perfect reason to do it."

" She's going to break." Castiel said inevitably.

" Yeah him. Besides, that bastard deserves what she gives him."

"What the fuck is going on-" Dean intercepted. Ami rolled her eyes at him.

"She's the warrior of heaven. Her reset button turns her back into a robot who kills with a simple one word command. Something mellowed her out throughout her years though... I think it's because she came to Earth and stayed here for a couple of centuries. Something about humans and being around their environment sort of made her perspective change. But Ellie's got a temper on her, and I've always felt like it would be her downfall. And as soon as she sees that troll she might snap back into warrior mode and ya'know.." Ami made a face as she trailed off.

Dean looked to Cas, a bit of fear in his eyes.

" She'll kill him." Cas said.

Elliana burst through the titanium double doors, causing all the angels to pause and look up. She spotted Hannah and smiled to her. Hannah nodded and motioned to follow her to the back.

" What are you going to do?" Hannah asked curiously. Ellie smiled and took the key from Hannah.

" I'm gonna have a little fun." She unlocked the white door and slowly pushed it open. Metatron looked up and locked eyes with her. " Hello brother." She said with a devilish grin. Whatever color he had, drained from his pale skin. "Did you miss me?" She paced toward him and walked towards the walls filled with an array of different torture devices. Metatron shifted under her gaze, rattling his cuffs a bit.

" Elliana, you are looking well." He managed to say with smug smile. Her lips twisted into a smile.

" Let's get right down to it. I don't have time for your petty mind game crap." She didn't have to see him to know he was dramatically rolling his eyes. "Metatron, I believe you have something that I'd like back." She said taking off her coat and rolling up her sleeves. She found her weapon of choice and strode towards him.

" And what that might be, my dear? Besides your dignity." His laugh was sickening. She had to hold back for a moment, feeling the need to just end him right then and there. She leaned over him threateningly. Her hand wrapped around his chin as the tip of her blade grazed his cheek. She smiled as he screamed in pain, writhing around under her grip.

She could feel it. The impulse that she had pushed down under for so many years. She needed it like a drug. She was addicted to the feeling that came with being so powerful. And one thing she promise herself was that if Metatron was going down, he was going down by her own hand.

" Demon blood is such a waste sometimes, especially when the arch blade can be dipped in it." He gasped as she drew the blade along his neck. "The result is so satisfying."

" W-what do you want?" he growled, breathing heavily through the pain.

" His grace. Give me Castiel's grace." She bargained. Metatron simply barked out a laugh.

" Go back to hell." He replied. She snarled and grabbed the back of his curly hair. "Father is going to be so proud of his little warrior isn't he, Elliana?"

" You disgusting waste of wings-"

"That hurts my feelings sissy-" She gripped his hair tighter and he yelped. The blade was pressing into his chest now. "F-feels good to be evil doesn't it?"

" You tell me you bastard." She slid the knife downward and once again he screamed out. "I'll stop as long as you tell me where it is."

" Y-you think I'm going to just tell you."

" If you want to ever make it out of here. Then yes." She said wrenching his head back further for a clear shot to his neck.

" Thats hysterical." He whispered, his smirk returning.

" Keep laughing and you'll be swallowing straight demon blood next." She grabbed the bottle of blackened liquid and held it over his mouth. He choked and gurgled as she forced it down his throat.

" Elliana," Elliana's fingers released metatrons head as he gulped and gasped for air. Hannah stood in the doorway, looking uneasy.

" What is it, Hannah?" She said through gritted teeth.

"C-castiel is.." Her voice trailed off and Ellie's eyes widened. She dropped the bloodied blade from her grasp. Castiel. Her feeling of power and revenge suddenly felt distant as she thought of how he begged her.

" I'll be back for you, you vile excuse of an angel." She spat before walking out the door.

Hannah led her towards the working area, everyone's eyes on Ellie as they walked. She figured it was because she was covered in Metatron's and demon's blood. Hannah led her towards her desk and turned on the computer. On the screen, was a familiar pair of crystal blue eyes. They were filled with desperation.

"Elliana. Please. Come back." His words were short and simple.

"You're using your grace on this phone call Cas, damn it-" She said getting angry.

" I wouldn't have to make it if you'd just listened in the first place." Ellie closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. It was true. But at the same time, she needed to do this. The video chat ended and she frowned at the now blank screen.

" Would you like my advice?" Hannah asked after a moment of silence.

" I get it. Go home. But.. But I just can't." Ellie started. " You know, as well as I, that Cas only has weeks left. Living on borrowed grace is dangerous and-"

" I was actually going to suggest you use the syringe." Ellie looked up quickly and gave Hannah a small smile.

"One thing I've learned on my journey with Castiel is that he is more keen on helping others before he fixes himself. It's one of the reasons I left. I couldn't watch him slowly kill himself. Get Castiel his grace back." Hannah said returning the smile.

"Back for more I presume?" Metatron said as blood dripped from his bruised lips. Ellie smiled at him and walked towards the table.

" Tell me where you put it and I'll end this quickly," she whispered, grabbing the syringe and flicking it a couple of times. Metatron's face fell as he watched her walk over and take hold of his restrained arm. He wriggled a bit before she slowly slid the needle into his vein. Pure evil taking over her features. Once again the power surged within her. It felt good. It felt right.

" DON'T DO IT!" He growled.

" TELL ME WHERE IT IS BEFORE I SLIT YOUR THROAT AND TAKE YOUR OWN." Her voice thundered around them, the walls shaking a bit. He cowered for a moment before sneering and letting out a maddening laugh. Her thumb pressed the top of the syringe and she watched the thick black blood empty into his skin. He screamed, shaking as the demon's blood coursed through his skin. Ellie watched the agonizing pain in his eyes, and she smiled.