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Of The Light

Elm Treigh

Chapter Ten

Little Abagail

"Surely there is a time to submit to guidance

and a time to take one's own way at all hazards."

-Thomas Huxley

Unsure of what to do next, Magdalena placed her bag on her lap, smiling politely but awkwardly at the woman. "So, um," Magdalena said feeling rapidly uncomfortable under the woman's scrutiny.

"Thank you for helping me," The woman said.

Magdalena sighed and grinned at her. "It was no problem, really."

"All the same," The woman said casually, waving a dainty hand as she sat back in her leather chair. "Not many people would have offered an old woman a hand with her bags. I've been carrying those bags for what seemed like hours and no assistance from anyone." The woman shook her head, disappointed in the lack of manners and chivalry in today's society.

"That's a shame," Magdalena agreed. "I'm Magdalena, by the way." She extended a hand to the woman, which the woman took gladly. "But feel free to call me Magsie."

"Agatha," She replied, surprising Magsie with a strong and firm handshake. "But you can call me Aggie." She grinned and winked.

Magdalena also grinned. Aggie was teasing her. "I know what you're thinking," Magdalena began. Aggie's grin grew. "It should be Maggie and not Magsie."

"It's most common for many Magdalena's," Aggie concurred.

Magdalena laughed. "I know. I'm a huge fan of Bugs Bunny," She said, hoping that would explain everything. Aggie tilted her head, an amused look on her face. Magdalena continued. "When I was a baby, Mom said I'd see Bugs Bunny and squeal 'Bussie!' or 'Bugsie!'. So they decided to call me Magsie because I couldn't say Bugs Bunny."

"I see," Aggie said smiling affectionately at her memory. "That's cute."

Magdalena blushed. "So, what—" She began but was interrupted by a little girl bursting through the doors, wearing pink overalls and a purple t-shirt; red pigtails bouncing behind her.

"Nana Aggie!" She wailed, flouncing straight toward Aggie and plowing herself on her, burying her face in Aggie's chest.

Aggie gave Magdalena an apologetic look as she scooped the little girl in her arms and placed her on her lap. "What's the matter, Abby?" She asked peering at her face.

"Tommy and his friends," The little girl, Abby, whispered through her tears. "They were calling me mean names and pulling on my hair." She reached for one of her pigtails and tugged on it gently. "They said I was evil and Mommy was an evil witch slut." She buried her head back into Aggie's chest again, sobbing.

Magdalena couldn't believe the horrible things kids would say these days. She watched Aggie rock the little girl on her lap, saying over and over, "There, there, Abby. I'll go talk to them. It's alright."

The little girl sniffled as she looked up at her Nana. Love, admiration, appreciation, love. The emotions played clearly in her big dark brown eyes as she stared at Aggie. Aggie smiled down at her, placing a comforting kiss atop of her head, stood up, still holding her granddaughter, turned, and carefully sat her on the chair she had occupied.

"I'll be right back. You be a good girl to our guest, alright?"

"Yes, Nana Aggie," Abby sniffled, snuggling herself on the warm chair.

"I'll only be just a moment," Aggie said to Magdalena.

"Sure," Magdalena said smiling at her.

She watched Aggie leave the room before turning to see little Abby was still crying silently. Magdalena sat a little uneasily, fiddling with her bag; waiting for Abby to calm herself. Normally, Magsie was pretty good with children. Not exactly a natural, but managed well enough to have them like her and not wail or misbehave. She loved playing with them. Tag being her favorite game to play. Admittedly, she was better with little boys because of her little brother. She supposed she can do fine with the little red head sitting across from her.

She looked up at Abby and realized that she had long stopped crying but was staring at her curiously. Magdalena shared a small smile that Abby returned with a wide smile of her own.

"You shouldn't listen to what those boys say," Magdalena said. "All boys are mean, no matter how old they are. Unfortunately." She chuckled.

"I had a dream about you, Magdalena," Abby said softly.

Magdalena raised a brow. She replayed her time with Aggie, Abby, and herself; trying to recall when she and Abby were introduced. They weren't. How did she know my name? "I'm sorry, what?" Magdalena asked.

"I had a dream about you. I saw you," Little Abby began. "You were sitting right where you are now. You asked me for guidance."

"I—" Magdalena stammered, trying to find words after that statement was difficult. She hadn't expected this small, adorable little red headed seven to eight year old girl to come out and say that she, Magdalena, would be seeking guidance from her. Especially since she was almost certain it would be Aggie's help she'd ask for. "Huh?"

Abby smiled at Magdalena patiently. "You thought Agatha was your guide," She stated.

"Well," Magdalena blushed, feeling unnerved with Abby's change in demeanor and voice. Agatha? Wasn't it 'Nana Aggie' just a while ago? Could Little Abby be possessed? It wasn't an illogical question, considering the new life she was forced to take.

"It is true," Abby said.

"What is?" Magdalena replied cautiously.

"About my mother."

"Your mother?"

"She is a witch," Abby clarified. "And no. I am not possessed."

"How can I be sure?" Magdalena retorted. "For all I know, Masten could have possessed you or had one of his cronies do it and—"

"Masten is quite omnipotently for a Demon. He would need to possess someone who could withstand such puissance. And no other Demon can enter. We are protected here."

"So, you expect me to believe that an eight year old with vocabulary like yours, who's mom is a witch is supposed to help me with..." She trailed.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure what she needed help with. Castiel has ordered her to stay away from the Winchester's. Check. She couldn't stay with Chuck. Check. But Chuck saw her talking to someone. Was Abby that someone?

"You were sent in search of a church to speak to a servant of the Lord, were you not?" Abby questioned.

Magdalena frowned at the little girl. "Yeah, but—"

"We are in a church and I am a servant of the Lord."

"Your mom's a witch," Magdalena countered irritably.

"I serve God, regardless," Abby replied offhandedly.

Magdalena crossed her arms under her chest, lifting her chin up stubbornly at Abby. Abby, in turn, sighed and leaned forward, resting her small hands on the desk. She stared at Magdalena, waiting for her to speak. Magdalena slumped in her chair childishly and huffed.

"Fine," She said. "Fine. I believe you." Abby smirked. "But only because I'm not feeling like I did yesterday when I came face-to-face with the bastard."

"You two have been acquainted?" Abby frowned when Magdalena nodded angrily. "That is troubling."

"I'm sorry," Magdalena cut in. "Can you—"

"Can I what?" Abby asked curiously.

"You're an eight year old girl!" Magdalena pointed out exasperatedly. "Is there any way you can... I don't know. Not be eight or something? This is just weird." She confessed.

"I apologize," Abby said. She closed her eyes and within a few seconds was engulfed in what looked like sparkling gold dust. Magdalena watched amazed as the little girl before her aged right in front of her. Her red pigtails became longer. Her eyes remained just as big but weren't as pronounced as they were before. She grew exponentially, looking closer to Magdalena's age and just as the dust appeared it also disappeared. "Is this better?" Abby asked, opening her eyes.

"Um," Magdalena shook her head. "A little, I guess."

"Good. Shall we continue?"

"Uh... Sure?"

Walking through Heaven was not what it once was. Before the discovery of Lilith's plans, there was a sense of consensual purpose. Each knew their duty and obliged accordingly. These days, the air was humid with tension, uncertainty, and concealed panic. Questions were growing everywhere, but fear stopped any from plucking it from its branch and taking a bite. Soon Heaven will suffocate with them.

The Seals were breaking at a rapid pace. Far more quicker than the Angels had anticipated no matter how much they did to stop the Demons from breaking them. They were doing their very best, yet their best wasn't enough. They were losing and Castiel couldn't understand why.

He knew he shouldn't question his role or his superiors, but questions were all he had. Angels were stronger than Demons. At least most Demons. Alastair was an odd exception. So, why were they losing? As far as he was aware, there were legions of his brothers and sisters risking their lives to prevent Lucifer's liberation. Yet, more was needed.

Uriel, the brother he thought he could trust, had revealed that there are others that feel that Lucifer's rise from Hell is beneficial. That it was wrong of their Father to have created such murderous creatures and ask them to love them and protect them. Was this defiant mentality the reason the Angel's have been unsuccessful? Could Uriel and Lucifer have been right? Were humans really as inferior as they appear? Have his brothers and sisters and himself risked their lives and died for a race that do not deserve to live? After all, the humans kill one another for the very sins they were told not to succumb to. Were they unworthy beings?

Dean Winchester was not like most of his Father's creations. He knew of evils that most were oblivious to and fights them. A student and son of the famed John Winchester; who began his trek out of a loss of his most beloved, Mary. Dean was raised to kill all evil. He was groomed as a soldier of good to save innocents from the horrors that were Demons and such monsters. He gave up the American Dream so that others could live it.

In many ways, Dean Winchester is alike to an Angel of the Lord. He is not that different to Castiel. They share similar missions. They both fought evil to secure the lives of men and women. They were both born to do away with Demons. Sacrifice themselves for others. Dean, however, is not willing to sacrifice others for the better good. He is disinclined to quit on others, determined to fight till the end. He will fight to the death for strangers.

A trait Castiel admires as well as unable to fully comprehend. If necessities were needed, like the lives of thousands to stop one rebellion Angel, then they should be done. Shouldn't they? There is much about Dean Winchester Castiel does not understand. His unorthodox ways. His Devil-may-care attitude. His unwavering bravado against the Angels. The same Angels that do not want Lucifer to walk the Earth. How much he cares, though he hides it well.

Indeed, Dean Winchester is unlike many of his Father's creations and Castiel finds himself drawn to him. He likes Dean Winchester. Dare he speak of it aloud, he cares about Dean Winchester. Just as he cares about Magdalena De La Luz.

Magdalena De La Luz was also unlike other humans. She has a strength that Castiel did not expect her to possess. He has lived among humans, undetected, watching over his Father's children for centuries and he has seen most men and women crumble under the pressure. Losing themselves into the darkness when those they have cherished were brutally taken from them. Seldom exhibit such inner and outer strength or beauty; for Magdalena was definitely beautiful. That was evident. It cannot be ignored, no matter how much he tried. Humans like Magdalena are rare.

Magdalena was beautiful, resilient, stubborn, and warmhearted. Peter, the love of her life, died. Her mother and father, and little brother were murdered, yet all she could think about was saving the Winchester's and keeping her word to fight when called. She did not fall as other humans are prone to. She stood defiant against her loss and was determined to finish the job she accepted.

Castiel knew about Magdalena's feelings for the Winchester's. He was aware that although she was hurting and will never again feel whole, she would sacrifice herself for them in an instant. He knew this because he knows how pure her heart is. Magdalena is a virtuous young lady. She is pure in more ways than one. Seeing her upset was something he did not care for. She deserves better. If he understood the concept of hope and what hope was intended for, he hoped to never see Magdalena's vivid green eyes sad ever again.

"Hello brother."

Castiel returned from his traitorous thoughts to respond. "Hello, Adriel."

"You seem troubled," Adriel queried, searching Castiel's face. "Do you doubt?"

Castiel tried not to lose his composure at Adriel's blatant question. The Angel's were aware of his wariness to take orders concerning the Winchester's. Of his involvement with his charge, Dean Winchester. Should he rectify this mess or suffer the consequences?

"I do not doubt my purpose," He replied.

Adriel nodded, accepting Castiel's diplomatic response. "It is natural."

Castiel scrutinized his brother, confused. "What is natural?"

"To doubt," He answered simply as he began to walk, allowing Castiel to step into stride with him; which he did. "Many Angel's question their faith and their duty at some point."

"Hmm..." Was all Castiel answered.

To doubt. To question. It was something that should not be spoken. It was a taboo in Heaven. To even think of it is shamed upon and dealt with immediately. No Angel would want to be reprimanded for doubt.

Adriel halted and faced Castiel. "I know of your doubt, Castiel. I have heard whispers."

Castiel looked away, frowning. It is a shame he did no wish to wear but wear it he must. A cruel form of punishment for his interference, no matter how compelled he felt to do so.

Adriel placed a firm hand on Castiel's shoulder. "I understand better than others, Castiel. Believe me, you are not the first." He sighed, removed his hand and looked away.

Castiel scrunched his brow. "I do not—"

"Dean Winchester is quite the arduous human," Adriel continued quickly. "He lives for his brother." Castiel nodded. "The love, the bond he shares with Sam Winchester..."

"it is very potent," Castiel agreed.

"It will be put to the test in the coming days." Adriel began to walk again, his hands behind his back. Castiel fell into step with him, his hands also behind his back. "The Final Seal approaches, my brother, and Dean Winchester is the only one who can stop it. Despite what his brother may believe."

Castiel stared at his older brother. Adriel, who seemed to be talking in circles, not a word said made much sense, was revered in Heaven. His input on anything is esteemed to the highest degree. He was right about Sam Winchester. He does not believe his elder brother possesses the strength to put a stop to the Apocalypse. However, Sam Winchester's opinion is based by hate and revenge. His goal is to destroy Lilith, not just derail the Apocalypse.

"Troubling times will come to pass. Lilith is the last Seal and Sam Winchester will break it," Adriel stated, staring intently and knowingly at Castiel.

Castiel's eyes widened. It couldn't be! Lilith is the last Seal? Sam Winchester will bring upon the Apocalypse. He will raise Lucifer from Hell. His obsession with Lilith and her demise will be the downfall of Heaven and Earth alike. I cannot let this happen!

As if reading his mind, Adriel adds, "It is inevitable."

"Why are you telling me this, brother?" Castiel asked.

"Many of our brothers and sisters followed Lucifer when he rebelled. They left our Father to join him. They believed in Lucifer. And when Michael banished him from Heaven, many were also banished with him for their insubordination. Not many survived afterwards. Now that there is a possibility he will return, there are others who wish to join him. Others who have waited for this day to reveal their true colors and ideals. Just as there are others who wish to put an end of this rivalry between him and ourselves." Adriel sighed. "It is a horrible sight when family quarrel, brother."

Castiel stared at his elder brother, confused as to why he was receiving a history lesson of their darkest past. Every Angel in Heaven and on Earth were aware of Lucifer's fall. Many feared their fate will mirror his if they lose faith in their mission. Their purpose. Falling from Heaven was a worse punishment than death.

"Why are you telling me this, Adriel?" Castiel asked again.

"Do you have faith in our Father, Castiel?" Adriel questioned.

Castiel scrunched his brows, thoroughly confused by his question. "Of course," He answered.

"Dean Winchester is the only man who can prevent Lucifer's rising," Adriel finished and vanished.

"Aren't you worried that Aggie will interrupt us?" Magdalena asked Abby.

After she got over the initial shock of the once small eight year old girl, now a full grown woman, who was apparently a powerful young witch, was the 'Servant of the Lord' Chuck had told her about; the one she would have searched for after she had found the church, she became more secure in the conversation and in her company.

"She will not interrupt us," Abby answered.

"Are you sure?" Magdalena said skeptically. Abby nodded. "Was she in on it or something?" Abby smiled. Magdalena shook her head, chuckling. She should have guessed.

"So..."

"You have questions," Abby stated matter-of-fact. Magdalena nodded. "I want to be sure you understand that not all of your questions will be answered. Much like the Angels that watch over you, I am limited in what I can and cannot reveal. Do you understand?"

Magdalena scowled. What was the point of her speaking to this 'Servant of the Lord' if she was still going to be kept in the dark? Didn't she leave the Winchester's to get answers? Wasn't she forced to leave Chuck to get answers? Why can't she know what's going on? She stood angrily, turning her body toward the exit. She looked back at Abby, who had a serene and patient visage. Magdalena clenched her fists. She closed her eyes, breathed in and breathed out slowly and sat back down harshly.

"I understand," She said through gritted teeth.

Abby gave a curt nod. "Good." She waved a hand in front of her.

Magdalena sighed heavily. "Okay," She began. "Why is Masten after me? Why did my family and Peter have to die? Why am I so important?"

Abby stared at Magdalena sympathetically. Her hands were folded in front of her on the desk. "Masten is probably one of the most powerful Demon's Hell has. Some say he is more than a Demon, but that is a rumor. No one knows for sure."

"More than a Demon?" Magdalena asked, brows scrunched. "Could he be a Fallen Angel?"

Abby shrugged. "Possibly. However, you must know that most believe the Fallen Angels, aside from Lucifer, died in battle. The first big war in Heaven. If any survived, they were likely forced to live among the very beings they rebelled against, stripped of their Angelic powers, and became humans. Speculations and theories, of course." She said offhandedly. "Masten's origins are still up for debate. The only one who knows the answer is Masten himself. But no one has ever survived his creative interrogations. Alastair was his apprentice. That we do know."

Magdalena gasped. Alastair? The son of a bitch that tortured her Dean? My Dean? The Demon whose expertise was torture? He was once a student? That would mean Masten is definitely a Demon then, wouldn't it?

"Why is he after me?"

"You are the Light."

"The Light? What do you mean?"

"You are rebirth."

"What does that mean?" Magdalena huffed irritably.

"it means," Abby said slowly, looking away from Magdalena and searching the room. Pausing to find the best way to word her response.

"You can't tell it to me straight, can you?" Magdalena said softly, defeated.

Abby frowned. "I'm sorry, Magsie. I'm sorry I can't reveal more or tell you everything. All I really know, all I can say, is that you are much more powerful than you believe. You can do things others cannot. The Angel's and Demon's alike were not expecting you to have been born, let alone exist. When the ball began to roll, it was important for the Demons to find you and kill you. You can foil their plans. It was important for the Angels to find you and keep you safe. You can foil the Demons plans."

"Great," Magdalena muttered.

"It is also important Lucifer does not get his hands on you," Abby forewarned.

"Why?"

"Lucifer was the first Fallen Angel. He defied God and refused to bow down to us humans—"

"I know the story," Magdalena cut in. "Cut to the point."

"The point," Abby said forcefully. "Is that Lucifer will kill you and everyone and everything on Earth. If he kills you, hope is lost. That is why your life is important, Magdalena. You are the Light."

"But the Angels say Dean is supposed to stop the Apocalypse. If he stops it, Lucifer can't get me. Masten won't be able to because I'll get him before he gets me," She said vehemently. "Am I supposed to stand by and let Dean do it alone or fight with him?" She sighed, slumping her shoulders, thinking about what Abby said then continued. "I understand my life is important. I get what you're saying. I just wanna know what exactly I'm supposed to be doing." She confessed lamely.

"You were told that your involvement with the Winchester's would endanger their lives, correct?" Magdalena nodded. "What you were told is true. Their lives will be in more danger than is usual for them if you are with them." Magdalena pouted. She slumped in her chair. Great. "However, you can also save them."

"Save them? From what?" Magdalena asked, sitting up, interested. If she couldn't save her family and Peter she will damn sure do all she can to save Sam and Dean.

"You are Magdalena of the Light."

"Um..."

"You can save everyone. The love you have for the Winchester's, for Chuck, for Castiel; even for Ted. It will save us all."

"How do you know about Chuck and Castiel and Ted?" Magdalena asked feeling instantly protective.

"The Winchester's are famous. Every move they make is known almost immediately. Perhaps a bit of information is askew, but you get the idea."

"And me?"

"The Demons know Masten has put it upon himself personally to track you down and kill you. It's this reason that you're a target for the Demons. Whomever captures you or kills you first is the winner. And the fact that the Angels are keen to find you and keep you from harms way... Well..."

"Makes me more than just a bulls-eye," She sighed. "So, should I travel with Sam and Dean then? For my own safety. They're the best, right?"

Abby's face was expressionless. She stared at Magdalena with a blank look before slowly giving her a supportive smile. Magdalena returned the smile. She wasn't given much information, but what she was told was enough for her to realize that she shouldn't take her life lightly. That she needed to be more careful. If she wants to save Sam and Dean and Chuck and Ted she needs to live. Now all that was left was to decide whether she should return to the Winchester's despite what Castiel ordered, or stay away from them like the Angel's want her to.

"One more thing," Magdalena said. Abby cocked her head to the side. "The night Peter died," She swallowed a lump in her throat. Closing her eyes to be sure she had her emotions in check. Peter and her family and that night will forever be a sore subject for her. She opened her eyes after a minute. "Masten said I have an Archangel attached to me, which was why he used Peter to get to me." She spat angrily. "But when I met him, no Archangel came to my rescue. Does that mean I..."

Abby pondered that bit of information. "You are protected Magdalena."

"By an Archangel? I mean, when Chuck was in the same room with Lilith it was obvious an Archangel was gonna come and open a can of whoop ass. But when Masten had his hands on me, nothing."

Abby frowned at that. "I'm sorry, Magdalena. I don't know why you did not have... You are indefinitely protected. Perhaps you are growing stronger and tracking you may be more of a challenge? I honestly do not know."

Magdalena nodded. She had a flicker of hope that maybe Abby might have had a validated idea but wasn't surprised that she didn't. It looked more and more like she was in this alone.

Suddenly, Magdalena felt a fiery pain in her abdomen. She held her stomach with one arm, bowled over, clutching tightly at the desk with the other, hissing in agony. Abby quickly left her spot and knelt by her side worried.

"Magdalena?"

Magdalena peeked at Abby. "I think..." But before she could finish her sentence, she and Abby heard screaming from the other room. Magdalena stared wide-eyed at Abby.

Abby looked at the door. She stood slowly, keeping a hand on Magdalena's shoulder. "It's him, isn't it?"

Magdalena stared at the door. Her heart froze. How did he find me? The flames in her stomach disappeared but the screaming continued. She stood, shakily. Abby's hand tightened and Magdalena looked at her.

"We have to get you outta here," She said, reaching her hand.

"What?" Magdalena said, pulling her hand away before she could take it. "No. We have to help them!" She ran to the door and flung it open.

"Magdalena, no!" Abby said following after her and stood frozen beside her at the bloody mess of limbs and slashed throats of her friends and family in front of her. She hadn't realized the screaming had stopped almost as soon as they heard it. Her mind focused on taking Magdalena to safety. She glared angrily at the the man that stood in the middle of the now crimson room. Not a scratch or drop of blood on him. He held someone high above the ground by the neck.

"Ah, there you are," He said smiling at Magdalena.

Abby placed herself in front of Magdalena. Blocking her from his sight, breaking what ever connection he was trying to make with her. "Let her go," She demanded of him.

Masten's eyes glittered wickedly at Abby. "You didn't say the magic words."

Magdalena couldn't move from her shock at the sight. The quaint little room of bustling worker bees were all dead. Dead because Masten wanted her. They knew Abby was talking to her. They knew she was of some importance. The whole thing was set up so that she would meet Abby and they probably had tried to save her; give her a chance to escape. All those innocent people died fighting Hell's most dangerous Demon so she could live. And what was worse was Masten had a barely alive Aggie by the neck. No more deaths.

"No more," She growled. "Let her go, Masten. Now."

Masten looked at Aggie, then at Abby, and landing his gaze on Magdalena. His wicked smile became a sneer as he squeezed Aggie's neck. A loud snap resounded in the quiet room, followed by a screeching, "NO!" and an enraged Abby charging after Masten.

"Abby! No!" Magdalena yelled, trying to grab her before it was too late, although it was.

She watched horrified and greatly afraid. Abby was almost on Masten, but Masten just waved a hand in front of him, and Abby flew across the room, hitting the wall harshly; leaving a cracked print. She slid down the wall slowly, landing with a thud. Magdalena rushed to her side.

"Ah, ah, ah," Masten tutted, stopping Magdalena before she reached her destination with another wave of his hand, throwing her against the opposite wall and pinning her against it. Magdalena struggled to free herself of the invisible restraints. Masten walked slowly toward her. "How many more innocent people will have to die because of you, Magdalena?"

"Go to Hell," She literally spat in his face.

Masten wiped his face, sighing. "Very original. I would have thought someone as intelligent as you would come up with something better." Magdalena gazed daggers at Masten who smiled at her. He stroked her cheek gently. "It's a shame I have to kill you." He whispered. "You are very beautiful. Angelic even." He trailed his nose along her neck, taking in her scent with relish. Wildflowers, hate, and fear. His favorite. Magdalena cringed away. Masten smirked, stepping back to get a better view at his victory. "But you do need to die. Especially since we're so close to the end. Or rather, so close to the beginning of the end."

Magdalena stared at the Demon. Determined not to show fear though her bones were quivering with nothing but. "You can't win."

Masten laughed loudly. "Only a few Seals are left, darling. I think it's safe to say we've already won."

"Not if I can help it," A third voice said.

Masten turned and found himself drenched in Holy Water. He yelled, a little annoyed at the stinging the water brought. Abby caught Magdalena as she fell from the wall and pulled her away from Masten urgently. She flicked a finger at him, throwing him to a wall. Abby extended her palm in front of her, focusing her energy on him to cage him on the wall.

"Stupid, little witch," Masten hissed. "You think you're strong enough to stop me?"

Abby shook her head, her face streaked with tears. Her body battered from the hit. "I know I'm not," She said. "But I only need to stop you long enough for Magdalena to get away."

"What?" Magdalena said, from behind her. "I'm not leaving you alone with him!"

"Magdalena, you have to. You're more important."

"But he'll kill you!"

"Better me than you." Abby glimpsed at her.

"No," Magdalena shook her head stubbornly, standing beside her. "No more deaths, okay? You're not going to die for me. I won't allow it."

"Magdalena..." Abby groaned, but gasped suddenly as she was slashed across the face.

"Abby!"

"You should have listened to her, Magdalena," Masten said approaching her. Magdalena had kneeled beside the bleeding Abby, fighting back her tears. The gash on her face was deep and disfiguring. "After I get rid of her, I'll kill you, and then I can go back to waiting for the last Seal to break. Which is inevitable. Lilith is the only one who can break it."

"Sam and Dean will stop her!" She yelled looking up at him.

"Oh, we're counting on Sam to stop her," Masten grinned. "Poor revenge-driven Sam. He'll become our hero when he kills Lilith and breaks the last Seal. I hope you weren't too attached to the guy."

"What?" Magdalena whispered. Lilith is the last Seal?

Masten was feet away from Magdalena, readying himself to strike. Cherishing the moment a little longer before making his move. "This might hurt a bit," He said.

"Yes it will."

Masten spun around and was met with a harsh blow to the face, sending him away a couple of feet, and was quickly met with another.

"Castiel!" Magdalena said shocked.

Castiel grabbed Magdalena's arm and disappeared. Magdalena saw a very angry and bloody sneer on Masten's face right before Castiel took her away with him and found herself in her motel room.

Castiel quickly let go of her arm to stand in front of her. "Are you alright?"

Magdalena stared dumbstruck at him. All those people. Aggie and Abby. They died to save her. And Sam. Sam will break the last Seal because Lilith is the last Seal. She knew it was true. Masten was right. Sam was revenge-driven. He wants Lilith's head on a stick. Tears stung her eyes as she tried to focus on Castiel.

"Magdalena?" Castiel said and stumbled backward as Magdalena launched herself on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest.

"Castiel, why—" She choked on her words.

Castiel stood motionless. Unsure of what he was to do. Comfort her sorrow? How does he accomplish that? How does one comfort pain? He lifted a hand to pat her lightly on the back when she pulled away from him. She looked him in the eye. The tears were like green dew drops trailing down her cheeks. He watched her wipe them away hastily.

"Thank you," She rasped out.

"You are welcomed," Castiel said uneasily.

Magdalena smiled shyly at him, then frowned. "Cas! Sam is... Lilith is the last Seal. We have to warn them!"

Castiel stood in his spot, uncomfortable and confused. How did she know that? "Are you alright?" He asked again, looking her over deliberately avoiding her request. He has been warned not to say anything to the Winchester's or Magdalena by Zachariah as soon as he heard about his talk with Adriel. He hadn't expected Magdalena to have been aware of the Seal's and Lilith. He knew what he must do and disapproved of it immediately.

"Yes, I'm fine!" Magdalena huffed. "Cas, c'mon! We have to tell them about Lilith. We have to warn them!"

She picked up the duffel she had dropped, not sure if she had had it with her the entire time or not. She shrugged it off, walking past Castiel and placed it on the bed. She began packing the belongings she had scattered around the room.

"Magdalena," Castiel said walking behind her.

Magdalena turned, sucking in a breath. Castiel stood inches away from her. Their lips were close. She glanced at them. They were soft and full and hers for the taking. She looked up into his intense blue eyes boring into her; her heart beating fast. She gulped, feeling the heat creep up her neck and down into her lower belly. All she had to do was raise herself a few inches or so and their lips would touch and... Her heart raced faster when Castiel's hand raised. It reached to her cheek, stroking it slowly, catching a stray tear she hadn't noticed there, before he cupped her chin. He leaned down. Magdalena parted her lips, bracing herself for the feel of his mouth on hers.

"I'm sorry," He whispered.

Sorry? Magdalena wondered. Darkness took hold of her before she could think anymore about it. She fell on her bed, unconscious.

A/N: Well, there you have it! Another chapter! Yay! I hope y'all like this chapter. I was having quite a bit of trouble with it and honestly? I'm not sure I like it. But, hey, I'm my own worst critic. Always have been. Always will be. Anyway, I wanna quickly say thanks to Forbidden. Love. 21 for helping me brainstorm for my chapters! We make a great team and you're AWESOME! ;D Don't forget to review, please!