AN: And the next chapter has arrived! Here is Chapter 11! I hope you all enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: Well…this is awkward…I don't own anything and I'm not using the characters to please myself and others…
Chapter 11
Dean glared at the men…dick angels before him. Balial was barely standing where he could see him, but he see the vessel quite clear. He had seen the smirk on his face so many times before he didn't have to see it to know the son of a bitch was sporting one that moment. He looked to the others to see them holding his family and friend hostage. Blood could be seen where the blades dug into their throats.
"You're going to get the gavel and give it to me." Balial said.
"And why would I do that you son of a bitch," Dean said sneering at him. No one threaten his brother.
"Because I wouldn't kill you slowly," he answered.
"You kept us alive to do your dirty work?"
"He's smarter than he looks," the Seraph answered. "Yes, I knew the archangel would tell someone where the gavel was hidden. I could tell she was close to figuring it out herself. As you can see an angel can't really grab the gavel, but you can. I can't kill you when I need you," he explained as he slowly walked forward.
"What makes you think I'd help you?" Dean asked again.
"Because I'll you little brother," he said turning to Sam, "and…Raguel?"
Balial was surprised to see the archangel. It couldn't be. He killed her. Overkilled her. Their father couldn't have brought her back. He didn't care about her or them that much. That was another reason he wanted the gavel. So their father could receive justice for abandoning them.
"Not likely…" Astraea seethed.
"Just a vessel…but killing you now will give me pleasure of like killing Raguel again," Balial said motioning for the angel to release the lawyer.
Astraea fell to the ground and coughed trying to gain back her breath. She looked up to see Balial in front of her looking down. It was pure condescending. He was above her and he was going to show it.
"Don't touch her!" Dean shouted as he took a couple steps toward them.
"Ah, ah, ah, take one more step and the vessel won't be the only person you lose," he said referring to Sam. He then turned his attention to Astraea. "Now."
Balial gripped his hand as it felt like a hand collapsed around her throat. He was choking her. He could find the pleasure in watching and hearing her choke and struggle. The pain and fear in her eyes looked like a blessing. Raguel shared the same look. He closed his hand tighter and Astraea looked like she was losing consciousness.
"No!"
Balial smirked, but then he was thrown through the air along with the angels who had been holding Sam and previously Astraea. The angels slammed into a pillar and slid down. Their vessels damaged, but they would recover. They rose to their feet seeing no one. Astraea was getting air back into her lungs as the brothers had gone to her side. They attempted to go after them, but they were tossed again. Castiel stood beside them.
"Took you long enough," Dean said.
"I was held up." That was all the angel said.
"Can you distract them?" Sam asked.
Castiel nodded and walked toward his so called brothers. He was prepared to engage in a fight with them.
The trio ran toward the statue of the angel and the faded outline of the gavel glowed lightly.
"Um, question, what do you plan to do with the gavel once you have?" Astraea asked.
"I would hope use it," Sam answered.
"We're kind of making it up as we go," Dean said afterward.
"Ah."
Astraea nodded and watched as Dean approached the statue. He stuck his hand out and touched the outline. The outlined picture grew brighter and it appeared to swallow Dean's hand. The eldest Winchester brother pulled out his hand in surprise.
"That was freaky," Dean said preparing himself to attempt again.
Dean took a deep, calming breath and reached. Like before the picture glowed and engulfed his hand. Dean didn't remove his hand, but continued to reach inside the space. Nothing really could surprise them with all what they've seen. Astraea was getting use to the supernatural, but found it interesting. Thought stopped once they saw Dean starting to pull his arm back out. As his hand exited they saw what they had been searching for. Grasped in his hand was a wooden brown gavel with a gold rim.
"That's it?" Astraea asked.
"Let's hope it is as powerful as it is said to be," Sam answered.
Balial had finally gotten Castiel off of him. His other angels that were with him seemed useless and kept getting in the way. He looked to see the object that laid in Dean's hand. The gavel. He pushed the other angel away and walked to a stone covered in blood. The others took the chance to distract Castiel so their boss could 'get the gavel'.
"I expected your arrival," Balial said as he slit his hand. "And I'm afraid that you're not going to be around for long."
Castiel threw off the others and looked to the other Seraph. His hand was covered in blood and it was too late. By the time Castiel looked he slammed it against the banishing symbol. A bright light erupted and Castiel felt himself being pushed away from the area. He couldn't think about how he failed. The other covered their faces against the bright light before looking in horror that the one angel on their side was gone.
"Now, the waste of spaces are away…Give me that!" he screamed going toward Dean.
Dean attempted to swing it, but nothing happened. Seeing they had no other choice they all three made a break for it and ran. If they could escape him perhaps they could buy time and figure out how to solve this problem and kill the angel.
Balial was gaining on Dean fast. The angel was much faster and kept teleporting, flying where Dean would be next. It made the elder have to change directions every time. He couldn't keep playing this game of cat and mouse. He would be caught sooner or later.
"Sam!" Dean called to his brother who he noticed was close by. "Catch!"
Dean tossed the gavel and Sam caught it. Dean decided to mix it up some. Change the location and it would buy some time. He needed to get a blade and attempt to take him out before anyone got hurt…or dead.
Sam's long legs carried him longer and faster than Dean. Now wasn't a time for a short joke. Balial had caught on to their scheme and went after the younger brother. Sam weaved between stones and trees to try and confuse the angel. A couple times Balial had enough and tried to blow up the area around or even Sam himself. He dodged the attacks and saw someone coming his way.
Astraea knew she had to help the brothers. After all, she did get them into this mess. People would say she didn't, but she knew they were trying to spare her. She said yes to Raguel. She went along with her plans. She told them where the gavel was after the archangel told her. How could this not be her fault? She just wasn't a solely vessel.
The lawyer looked over and saw Sam being attacked. They needed to keep the gavel hidden from that other angel. Perhaps if the brothers had time to breathe and time to think they could come up with something. They had before, right? Their other angel was of no help as he was trying fend off the others. She ran toward Sam when he had an opening. She didn't quite collide with him, but it looked like it.
"Give me the gavel," she said to the youngest Winchester.
"What? No, no, no, it is too dangerous," Sam replied.
"I'm expendable, you aren't," she countered. Sam couldn't deny she somewhat had a point from looking at it from her point of view. She's technically dead and Dean and he were more knowledgeable.
"Alright," he said giving it to her. "Be careful."
She nodded before she took off for an area that was covered in gravestones and pillars. It would be difficult to find her or at least by looking. Sam took off toward his brother.
"Where's the gavel?" Dean asked.
"Astraea has it," Sam answered with his breath finally catching up.
"You better know what you're doing." Dean said kind of annoyed Sam would trust her with it. It wasn't that Dean thought she would walk off with it, it was that she was inexperienced. None of them could say another word as a crash caught their attention.
Astraea ran for the building where some people were buried at. She was out of the breath and was beginning to question where taking the gavel from Sam was a good idea. Right now, she hated to admit she was regretting it. She heard footsteps come in. The light sound told her the individual wasn't friend.
"Oh vessel, just give up the gavel," Balial said which echoed through the stone walls. Astraea tried to steady her breathing, but she was tired. She could feel her heart beating almost out of her chest. She was getting light headed. His voice was like inside her head. She didn't know how he could do it. She looked around and didn't see anyone. Perhaps he left to go after the brothers. She then turned. "Hello vessel."
"Ah!"
She gasped in fear as he made a grab for her. She moved and ran toward the door outside where she knew the brothers were. Balial waved his hand and Astraea was lifted off her feet and tossed. She went through the wooden doors and hit the concrete outside. Astraea grimaced at the pain, but it began to quickly fade. She looked to see Balial casually walking down the steps toward her with a smirk.
"Oh vessel. If you only knew what you got yourself into by consenting to the fool. You can end this now just by handing over the gavel and I promise to make your true death painless."
"No!" Astraea yelled. She then became silent and looked up at him.
"Oh how you said wrong."
The Winchesters ran as fast they could toward the sound of the door shattering. They saw from across the cemetery Astraea hit the ground. They both sprinted to try and save her. It seemed like they wouldn't make it…again.
"No!"
Balial smirked again at the lateness of the Winchesters. The gavel would survive any strike that would fall upon it. It was said to be made to do so as he read in the scripts that lied in heaven. He knew of the gavel's power and how to use it. He raised his hand as a ball of fire grew from him. She stared into the eyes of the vessel of Raguel. It was satisfying. He had to compliment her as she had no look of her fear in her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open as if she wanted to say something. She needed no words in his eyes. She whispered something. He slammed down the fireball and Astraea moved her arms in front of her with the gavel there. A bright light flashed and the fireball reflected off hitting Balial sending him back. He landed in the entry way of the building. He rose to his feet with anger.
"How?!"
Astraea stood and looked at him with almost hate. Her face looked to be as if he had done her wrong. The gavel in her right hand glowed. The marks on her body appeared to have never happened. It was almost like the injustice done to her never happened. She smirked, a familiar smirk.
"I am the champion of underdogs. I am the friend of God. Sinners and traitors will be punished. I am the resolver and mediator. Then shall He send the angel, saying: Go and sound the trumpet for the Angels of cold and snow and ice, and bring together every kind of wrath upon them that stand on the left. I am the Archangel Raguel."
AN: And that's the end of Chapter 11! I hope you liked it and the direction I took. Please review, favorite, and follow! I'll the next chapter up soon. Until then see you next time!
