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Dean's plan was easy in theory. Lure Lucifer to where we were, get his guard down and then stab him with Cas' angel blade, right in the back. I didn't want to say it but every flaw stood out glaringly bright. There was no way Lucifer would let his guard down, even around me. Even Dean wasn't confident with this plan, I could see it in his eyes. There was something that bugged me about the whole deal, something he wasn't telling me. I hoped he wasn't going to try and do something stupidly heroic at the last moment but I couldn't be too sure. He still felt too guarded around me; he didn't truly trust me yet. Only around Cas was he fully relaxed. I figured that Cas just brought the best out in everyone. He certainly tried the hardest to appease us all and there was many a moment where Dean and I would be arguing over a specific step and Cas would have to step in and diffuse the situation. The weird thing was he wouldn't even have to say anything, he could just sit down near the table and Dean and I would both stop talking as though it was shameful to yell in front of an angel. I wondered what Dean had been like before the apocalypse, before he lost Sam. Was he more laid back or had he spent his whole life in situations such as this? I had tried asking him about his past many a time but he always stopped me with a well-timed glare.
The biggest flaw in the plan was time. We had no timeline for this to happen and as quick as we wanted to get it over with before things got worse, none of us were prepared. I certainly wasn't. And we spent days like that, going over every step of the plan again and again, finding flaws and never fixing them, ignoring the rest of the world and collapsing into bed each night, watched over by Castiel yet unable to sleep because of the nightmares. I had mine and Dean had his own, though he wouldn't tell me about those either. Crowley dropped by at various points, always looking exhausted and beat up stating that hell was an absolute mess and that it was only a matter of time before the demons rose up against the angels. On the fifth day we got a new visitor. Dean opened the door and waiting patiently outside was a baby-faced man with blond hair and a wiener hut uniform with a nametag that proclaimed "Alfie."
"Samandriel? What are you doing here?" Cas asked looking bewildered.
"Hello Castiel. Uriel sent me. I have something to discuss with you." Samandriel said and Dean stepped to the side to let him in. We all sat around the table and I nearly laughed when Dean and Cas looked expectantly at him, waiting to hang on the every word of a man who must've worked a hotdog stand at some point.
"We need your help stopping Lucifer." Samandriel was very to the point and the others didn't look surprised by this.
"Wait, so everyone wants to kill Lucifer?" I blurted out before I could stop myself and then realized how stupid it sounded. Of course the angels would want to get rid of the devil. Samandriel seemed not to care and only nodded slightly.
"You, Carmen, are the closest we have to a link to him and Dean has more than enough motivation to do it." He was basically affirming what we already knew.
"And why should we do all your dirty work for you?" Dean asked angrily.
"Because we're at war and we need to end this as quickly as possible. The other angels agree that this would be the easiest and quickest way to end this without too much of a mess." Samandriel's calm demeanour never broke but I could see a current of fear running under it. It must be a lot worse out there than any of us realized.
"And what if we refuse to."
"It's not an option. Uriel made that very clear to me." The undercurrent of fear was even stronger this time and I realized that angels weren't the gracious and merciful beings of my childhood. They could be just as ruthless as humans if they had to be.
"I'm not saying yes. Go tell Uriel he can find some other scapegoats because we aren't helping." Dean stood up abruptly and went to go brood over by the window. Samandriel was unfazed by this and turned to me instead.
"Would you like to go for a walk? I have something I need to tell you too." I nodded at this and got up to leave with him.
"Don't forget your knife." Dean didn't look over at me but I appreciated his concern all the same as I picked up the large hunting knife he had given me the day prior. It had apparently been Sam's at one point. Samandriel and I walked along the cement path behind the hotel and he stayed silent for a while, only speaking once it was out of view.
"I've been assigned to you." His words confused me.
"Assigned to me for what?"
"To watch over you. To make sure you won't be killed before you complete this task."
"Like a guardian angel?"
"Sort of." He smiled slightly at me and I felt an odd sense of giddiness at his words. I had my own guardian angel. Of course, this meant that I was headed for potentially perilous situations but none of that mattered because there would be someone extra to help out.
"Well, well, well. Isn't this cute." A sly voice came form behind us and I could see the smirk that would follow it. Samandriel whipped around in shock and glared at the man behind us.
"Lucifer, what are you doing here?" He sounded slightly panicked and I didn't blame him. Neither of us was expecting him to show up before we could come up with another plan.
"Just thought I'd stop by and see how everyone was! I'd put that away if I were you, we wouldn't want you to get hurt." Lucifer nodded at Samandriel's hand where a long blade had appeared. An angel blade like the one Cas had talked about.
"I can't let you leave Lucifer. This ends here." Samandriel raised the angel blade slightly and positioned himself in front of me so my view of Lucifer was blocked.
"I forgot how cocky fledglings could be. Give them the slightest bit of authority and their egos outgrow their logic." Lucifer shook his head exasperatedly before disappearing. After a few seconds of being gone, Samandriel loosened his grip on his angel blade and turned around to face me.
"Where did he-?" He never finished his question as Lucifer appeared again behind him, wrenched his angel blade from his hand, plunging it deep into his chest. Blinding bright lights poured out of Samandriel's eyes and mouths for a few seconds before he collapsed onto the ground. I stared at Lucifer in horror and was surprised to see regret in his eyes. Without thinking I unsheathed my hunting knife and lunged at Lucifer who sidestepped my attack easily and grabbed a hold of my wrist. My betrayal was reflected all too clearly in his eyes as with one small twist of his arm , he snapped my wrist and sent the angel blade skittering across the pavement. I shrieked in pain and fell to the ground beside Samandriel's body, sobbing and clutching my wrist. And that's where Dean and Cas found me a few minutes later; curled up in the fetal position, my tears falling onto the blackened outlines of Samandriel's wings where they would be forever imprinted onto the concrete.
"What happened?" Dean asked incredulously as he struggled to process what he was seeing. Still sobbing heavily, I could only get out a few choice words.
"We're at war."
