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Keila had no idea what she was doing here. Skulking around in the dark, watching from the distance, amber eyes seemingly glowing in the tree line. It reminded her of when she helped her father choose his army, watching families, ruining lives. It sent a familiar shiver up her spine, one that she did not enjoy.
Not in the slightest.
She knew that she should've stayed back at the motel, but she couldn't bring herself to stay behind while all the hunters went off. She knew that something was up when the youngest Winchester slipped out of the motel room, his light footsteps rousing her from her sleep in the backseat of her Charger. She peered at him through her tinted windows, watching him move stealthily through the parking lot, before he disappeared into the black muscle car and peeled out of the area. She had a strong urge to follow the younger Winchester, but she didn't.
She was glad that she fought the urge, because what was happening in front of her was so much more interesting. After a deafening screech echoed throughout the motel, windows shaking and walls quaking, the other two hunters piled in Bobby's car and took off. She couldn't help but follow them. She had a hunch on what the hunters were going to do. Besides, she couldn't help herself. She was curious.
"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back." She muttered to herself, as she made her way towards the old, rundown building. She silently cursed to herself, noting that the building had no windows, and only one-way in. Well, that was a bummer. She moved along the tree line, circling around behind the building, before she darted across the dirt field. She slowed as she approached the building, and gently pressed her body up against the cool dented metal that made up the back wall. She pressed her ear to it, the voiced from inside ringing clear.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" Keila could hear the gruff voice of the elder Winchester question. It was quiet for a few moments, before a sheepish 'sorry' was heard, followed by a sarcastic 'touchy touchy, huh?' She grinned to herself slightly, wishing she could see what was actually happening inside the building. She figured her best bet was to stay undetected from the hunters. She had heard the lie that they told the other young hunter, and she figured that they wouldn't be too keen on her being there either.
A sudden loud rattling from the roof caused her to spring back from the building and look up. Her eyes were wide, gold flashing in the dark at what she saw. A large black vortex began to pool over the building, the sky streaking with lightening. The wind began to pick up, whipping around her body, forming a mini-cyclone around the building that held the hunters. Keila dropped to her stomach, her hands covering her head as it picked up, loud thunder crackling above her, lightening illuminating the midnight sky.
She couldn't hear much with the wind howling around her, but she heard the crackle of electricity and the shattering of glass, before gunshots filled the torrent air. She gasped as she looked up, eyes wide. She scurried from her spot on the ground and dove around to the side of the building, where the wooden doors had been forced in. She glanced around the edge, barely peering into the building. She bit her bottom lip to stop the gasp that was about to escape.
She could barely see the shocked expressions of the hunters, another body blocking her view of them. The white walls with the various markings and symbols on them were faded in the background as she focused on the tall figure that stood in the middle of the building. Her golden eyes were wide as she stared at the being before them. On the outside, it just appeared to be a normal being, but what she saw, it was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
What looked like a cerulean mist circled around the man, pulling and pushing against his skin, flaring out at his joints slightly. Though she couldn't see his face, she knew that his eyes were probably burning with his energy trying to pull out of his body. She had never seen this type of power. Even her father didn't have this much power within him.
"Who are you?" She pulled her gaze away from the celestial being, and tried to look at Dean. Unfortunately, the hinges of the door were in her way, so she couldn't get a clear shot of the hunter. She could only imagine that his expression matched the same one that Bobby wore. One of pure confusion and worry.
"I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." The angel turned as he spoke to the hunter, his voice deep and raw. Keila's mouth dropped slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the angel's profile. Good Jesus, his eyes! They were a bright blue, basically glowing in the darkness of the building. She glanced at his tense body and jaw, shoulders slightly hunched over, tan trench coat brushing against his dark, suit clad calves.
"Yeah, thanks for that." A flash of silver flashed from her peripheral, before a sickening 'squelch' entered her ears. She brought her tanned hand up to her mouth, covering her shocked expression as the angel glanced down at the silver knife that was sticking out of left pectoral, where his heart should have been. He placed his large hand over the handle, pulling it out effortlessly, dropping it to the dirty floor.
He steeled his gaze at the hunter in front of him, before quickly throwing his arm up, catching the crow bar that was being thrown by the other hunter behind him. A look of pure shock crossed Bobby's features as the angel turned towards him, staring him directly in the eyes, before pressing two fingers to the older man's forehead. The hunter's eyes rolled back into his head, before crumpling to the ground with a gentle 'thud'. The angel glanced over his shoulder, barely catching Keila's golden eyes. He furrowed his brow slightly, flexing his fingers at his side, before turning back to Dean Winchester.
Keila attempted rise from her position, but her palms glued to the dirt floor. Panic coursed through her body as she struggled to move, but it was like she was frozen, her body not moving a single inch. She glanced up at the celestial being, her pupils blown wide with fear.
"We need to talk, Dean." The angel glanced down at the hunter on the ground, then cast his gaze back towards Keila frozen behind the door.
Keila watched in fear as she saw Dean rush into her line of vision, crouching down in front of the collapsed hunter. His face was creased with worry as the angel walked towards a desk, covered with books, before he began thumbing through the pages of one.
"Your friend's alive." The angel murmured, uninterested in the welfare of the hunter on the ground. Dean glared up at the angel, a scowl on his handsome face.
"Who are you?" The angel didn't even turn to face the hunter as he spoke, still engrossed in the book that was on the table.
"Castiel."
"I figured that much, I mean what are you?" Dean's voice was hard as he continued to glare at the angel. Castiel looked up from the book, his cerulean eyes glowing. Keila held in the gasp as she finally got a clear shot of the vessel's face. His dark cropped hair was sticking up all over his head, his pale lips large, his upper and lower appearing to be almost the same size. His brows furrowed together, glancing at the hunter, then the half-demon that was frozen on all fours out of the hunter's line of sight.
"I'm an angel of the Lord." Keila could hear the slight pride in the angel's gravelly voice as he spoke. The silence was tense after Castiel spoke, a staring match happening between him and Dean. Dean never took his eyes off of the angel as he slowly stood from his crouched position besides Bobby's body, making his way towards Castiel.
"Get the hell outta here. There's no such thing." Keila couldn't help but roll her eyes as Dean spoke. She understood where he was coming from, really she did. How could someone like God let so much evil in the world? But, she also wasn't stupid. If vampires, werewolves, ghosts, ghouls, demons, if they all existed, then why shouldn't angels? Castiel turned to face Dean, a small smirk tugging at the edge of his full lips.
"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Suddenly, thunder cracked above them, wind whipping around as lightening flashed within the building. Keila's golden eyes widened as she saw the massive wings stretch from behind the angel, gently flapping. Though to Dean, they appeared to be just shadows, Keila was able to catch a glimpse of what they truly were. Inky black feathers layered over top one another, with an iridescent blue sheen to them. They were massive as well, easily expanding to touch the walls of the building. Castiel glanced over Dean's shoulders, aqua eyes piercing gold.
"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes." Dean's voice was laced with venom as he spoke, his chin tilted up as he stared down his nose at Castiel. The angel's shoulders dropped slightly, his head lulling forward before he spoke.
"I warned her not to spy on my true form. I believe others warned her as well." He cast his eyes in Keila's direction before speaking again.
"It can be…overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But, you already knew that." Dean cocked his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes at the angel.
"You mean the gas station and motel? That was you talking?" Castiel nodded his head slightly, wisps of chocolate hair falling against his tanned forehead.
"Buddy, next time lower the volume." Castiel pulled his lips in towards his teeth, glancing down slightly. Keila could've sworn that a look of embarrassment crossed the angel's face.
"It was my mistake. Certain people, special people can perceive my true visage, and I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."
Keila could see the tension rise in Dean's shoulders as the angel spoke. His hands curled slowly at his side, clenching and releasing over and over again before he spoke.
"And, what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?" Castiel glanced down at his body, hands placed gently over the bullet riddled tan trench coat, pulling at the lapels slightly before speaking.
"This is…a vessel." He looked up at Dean, whose shoulders only tensed up more, his knees locking him into his bow-legged stance.
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" The angel looked so innocent as he spoke, not realizing the anger that was rising from the hunter in front of him.
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Look pal, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Castiel's brows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he stared at the elder Winchester before him. His glowing eyes caught Keila's momentarily, before he looked back at Dean, his raw voice echoing throughout the metal building.
"I told you." Keila could practically feel Dean's eyes in the back of his head, shoulders rolling slightly. She could see a vein twitch on his neck, slightly glistening with perspiration.
"Right…and, why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" Keila glanced down at her palms glued to the ground, her back slowly starting to ache from being stuck in this position for so long. She already knew that she would have bruises on her knees from the rocks that continually dug into them.
"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel stared at Dean hard, taking in his appearance, his crystal eyes boring into Dean's emerald eyes.
"Not in my experience." Dean's voice was hard, edged with pain. Keila closed her eyes, a familiar tug of pain pulling from her chest. She opened her eyes, staring sorrowfully at Dean's leather clad back. It's all my fault… She thought to herself, tears brimming her lower lashes. She blinked slowly, a single drop rolling down her tan cheek, dipping along her neck, down her collar bone, and dying off into the valley between her breasts.
"What's the matter?" Castiel stared hard at Dean, analyzing the pain that was in his forest eyes. His dark brows raised slightly, his eyes widening as the realization hit him.
"You don't think you deserve to be saved?" He glanced past Dean's hard face, looking at Keila. The angel could see the pain in her unnatural golden eyes as well, seeing the glistening trail that ran down her cheek.
"Neither of you do." His voice was a quiet murmur, but Keila still heard him, her eyes snapping up at the angel. Despite her best effort, she couldn't look away from him, couldn't look away from the energy that was pooling behind his eyes. It was beautiful.
"Wha…" Dean's voice trailed off slightly, confused as to what the angel was talking about. Keila held her breath, praying that the hunter wouldn't turn around, basically catching her eavesdropping on their entire conversation. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Dean's shoulders square back ahead, staring the angel down.
"Heh…. why'd you do it?" Castiel stared at Dean, the tip of his pink tongue darting out slowly, brushing across his chapped lips before he spoke.
"Because, God commanded it." The way he spoke, it sent a shiver of Keila's spine. This fierce look in his eyes as they bore into the hunters. "Because, we have work for you." Dean's head cocked to the side slightly, staring at the angel in front of him. Before Dean even knew what happened, the angel was gone. All that could be heard was a flap of wings and a light rustling of wind.
Keila's eyes were wide as she saw the angel disappear, a cold jolt running through her body. On the ground, Bobby slowly groaned and rolled over, his face leaning towards Keila. She sucked in a breath and willed her body to move. Thankfully, her body lurched back, her butt landing on the dirty ground, as she quickly scooted away from the opening, away from the prying eyes of the two hunters. Her knees ached as she quickly turned over, placing her feet beneath her before she took off towards the tree line, dipping a weaving between the branches before she felt that she was a safe distance away from that building and whatever the hell that just happened there.
She placed her hands on her bruised knees, sucking in a lung full of breath, before standing and throwing her head back, blowing it out of her mouth harshly. Her golden eyes stared up through canopy top, watching the stars' twinkle above her. Her heart was pounding; she could feel the blood rushing through her veins. She placed a hand over her heart, breathing in deeply, before turning on her heel, heading back towards her car that was hidden down a dirt road.
She collided with a hard body, a gasp pushing past her lips as she used both hands to brace herself against the hard wall that she ran into. Her eyes glanced up and widened in fear, her feet quickly pulling her backwards, trying to escape. Two large hands gripped her shoulders tightly and held her in place. She struggled against the hold, until she felt a slight twitch on her shoulder, before her body ceased moving, frozen solid.
Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily, eyes slowly dancing up the figure in front of her before they reached the owner's. Deep pools of cerulean blue stared down at her, dark brows furrowed slightly. Chocolate hair brushed against a tan forehead, full pink lips parted slightly, as a deep, raspy voice rambled.
"What are you?"
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