March, 2009

Cheyenne, Wyoming

As much as he didn't want his family to die, he would have rather they continue to than ask this of Dean. Uriel was giving him no choice in the matter, and the Host's faith in him was wavering enough already.

Castiel finally understood why his Father wanted them to place humans above Him, they were perfect. They were flawed, they made mistakes, they had emotions, they were perfection. Everytime he looked upon Dean's flaming soul, this fact was making his grace surge.

Dean had been through so much, undergone things Castiel could never understand, and they all made him beautiful. To ask Dean to pick up the knife again would break him in so many ways. But there was no other option. Heaven needed answers from Alistair.

Anna's arrival brings waves of guilt, fear, and regret to Castiel. Emotions? He must be misinterpreting interfering signals from his vessel. Angels have no emotions. But the things she says to him, would God really want them to be using humans like this? Can the will of Heaven be torture? Something that is so prominent in Hell?

But to truly acknowledge his doubts toward the Host? They see Anna as an unrighteous traitor, he doesn't want to be seen like this as well. A commotion from the next room distracts Castiel from his thoughts.

Seeing Dean on the floor ignites a wrath in Castiel that he hasn't felt in a long time. He lashes out at Alistair, but the demon is smart. As the demon recites a spell, Castiel can feel his grace disconnecting with his vessel.

He can feel Alistair in the next room, it makes his blood boil. His brother is hurt, Cass is in trouble. He is the only one capable of doing what needs to be done. With a flick of his wrist, Sam sends the demon flying into the wall and pins him there.

Alistair taunts him, unaware of the power surging through him. With a wicked smile, Sam focuses on the demon's corrupted soul and pulls it out of it's host. He can feel the black thing wanted to crawl back to Hell, but he holds firm to it. Tightening his grip, he shatter's the essence of the demon. Alistair is dead.

Heaven

Being at the head of the Host, Michael can feel when his brethren perish. There were seven of them. He reminded himself that this needed to be done to bring the rest of the Host to paradise, but it still made his grace ache.

"I'm not sure the lower orders got the message, there are still signs of mistrust among them. Some are questioning their superiors," Raphael seemed a bit nervous, what they had to do went against her vary nature as a Healer.

Michael's grace dimmed, and he sent a prayer to his Father asking for strength to carry them all to paradise.

Hell

The last of the seals were breaking, it wouldn't be long now. As the moment of his freedom grew closer, Lucifer could feel Sam getting stronger. It wouldn't be long now.