Chapter Eleven

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Remiel's hair was floating around her, her dress looked as if the wind was blowing it, her arms tense at her sides, hands curled like she was gripping something. Dean tried to get to her but there was some kind of barrier. He tried pushing through it, leaning into it, using all of his strength. He managed to put an arm out and was able to feel the other side of the shield. Ice instantly coated his hand and it was extremely painful, the frozen shards slicing into him. He wanted to scream from the pain, but it hurt so bad his throat seized. Without looking at Dean, Remi put her hand on his, protecting him and he felt her force him back to the other side of the barrier. Her hand stayed in place sealing the barrier he'd tried to break through. "No! Remi no!"

Blood, blood on her hand, dripping from her hand. Was that from the ice? Dean yelled for her, begged her, but no sound traveled inside the room. All he could do was stand there pounding against an invisible wall and he had no idea why she was bleeding or if it was even her blood, his blood. From what he could see Remi was breathing heavy but she appeared in complete control. He looked at Sam, blood all over him from head to toe. What the fuck?

Remi didn't want Dean hurt or anyone else so she had to erect a wall so to speak to protect her family, her future. She was already keeping a barrier around herself and now she needed another one for them. Nothing was coming in or going out. The invisible shield enveloped Dean, Bobby, Ellen and Zera, they could feel the vapor lock, all sound ceased. They were able to move around a little, hear eachother, see everything as if no shield covered them, but they couldn't get to Remi or leave the hallway. Zera grabbed Deans hand, the one he'd injured trying to reach for Remi, she chanted a few words and he watched as the wounds healed. Where in the hell was Zera all these years? His body wouldn't half any scars if she'd been around.

"Dean…" Bobby said, and he turned to look inside the bedroom. Sam appeared to be laughing and demons crawled through the windows. They crawled in like a swarm of evil, the room filling with them, and they glared at Remi, anxious to get to her, needing to feed, to kill. These weren't the average demons they fought regularly, the ones who escaped Hell and wore meat suits. These were bottom feeders, in Hell for so long they didn't function like a human. They were all animal. Sam nodded his head once and they charged at Remi. She simply stood there. As soon as they got to her barrier, they instantly caught fire and within seconds turned to ash.

Dean was in full panic mode and felt out of control. He didn't do well in those situations. He was shut down and all he could do was watch. He was unable to focus, form a coherent thought, all he could do was think of Remi and his inability to help her, save her. Behind Dean, Zera was saying something over and over in the old language. She was chanting. The more she chanted, the more power Remi seemed to have. Ellen and Bobby were soon chanting.

For a split second Dean caught a flash of fear on Sam's face. He took two steps back and laughed. He motioned forward with his hands and the room flooded with what seemed like hundreds of demons. They seemed to be driven by the chanting and Dean began to frantically yell at them to stop! Suddenly he heard her. Remi spoke to Sam, her voice had changed, deeper, and she spoke Latin. Or. Is that Aramaic? More demons appeared as if a portal had opened and they too fell in a pile of ash. It didn't matter how many Sam could summon, but he kept them coming despite the effect Remi was delivering. In all the years he'd been a hunter, Dean had never seen anything like this. Never seen raw power like this. As the bodies piled up and burned to ash, the ash lifted like everything else in the room, flightless, weightless. It became harder and harder to see what was happening.

At some point during the chaos, Sam had vanished. Only Remi saw it but she knew he'd be back. Eventually the waves of demons subsided and the thick heavy air lifted, the ash dissipating out of the windows. The weather changed and daylight shone through the windows as the brilliant glow around Remi faded. The barrier keeping Dean and the family from the room fell. He was so tense and pushing against the barrier so hard he almost hit the floor, but he managed to stay upright and stumbled into Remi. He held her so tight as if he were trying to squeeze her into himself.

Bobby and Ellen studied the room and Zera collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily. The room was freezing and they could all see their breaths. The electricity was still pulsing and the tiny fine hairs on their arms stood on end making Bobby, Ellen and Dean very uncomfortable, their hearts racing. Remi struggled to get to her mother but Dean wouldn't let go. He couldn't. He'd never felt so much emotion, all at once the fear, hate, anger, pain, love, admiration, wonder consumed him. He eventually walked them both over and barely let go, he still kept his hands on her, visibly shaking and on unsteady legs.

Bobby and Ellen called Dean over and he reluctantly went to the other side of the room. "Dean, this is big. Much bigger than we'd ever imagined. I can still feel the power in the room, can you?" Ellen asked. Dean nodded. "She's beyond our comprehension and we need a hell of a lot more answers as to what is really happening or us mere mortals won't survive." Dean agreed and looked back at Remi and her mother. They sat where Dean had left them, speaking softly in an ancient dead language.

"Reading the book from their family explains some, but there's a bunch in there we haven't seen or can translate. Are they really the archangels? Are they descendants of the angels? How old are they in human years? Why hasn't she used her power until today? Is that all of her power or is that just a glimpse?" Bobby shook his head and adjusted his ball cap. "Boy, this is Armageddon. We are seeing a side not described in history books or the bible. Like Ellen said, this is beyond our comprehension."

Remi slowly stood and went to Dean. She smiled softly and ran her fingers along the stubble growing on his face. She took a deep breath and looked directly into Dean's eyes. "Hold onto me."

"Remiel, no. Not yet. He not ready." Zera adamantly stated.

"Yes, mama. After tonight, it's time." Remi responded.

"Not everything. Not all of it. You musn't." Zera pleaded.

"I'll show him enough. I'll answer his questions." Remi looked back to Dean and he wrapped his arms around her and lost himself. The room faded and he was transported… back through time. The very beginning. Before the beginning. Images flashed in her eyes, his eyes? His mind? It was as if he was there. It went so fast, the visions, It was hard to grab onto something and yet he knew exactly what he was seeing. The landscape changed, animals, humans, weather, then the people changed, everything changed. Night, day, night, day. Is that…? That can't be him. Wars, battles, crusades, discoveries, inventions, power, corruption, religious uprising. So many deaths. When they reached today, Remi let go and Dean's knees buckled.

"I'm going to puke." He said and Bobby took him to the bathroom, drug him to the bathroom.

Remi patted Ellen's hands and went into the bathroom with Dean. Bobby walked out once Dean emptied his gullet and Remi drew a nice hot bath. Dean was shaking and looking at her, unsure of what he'd seen and yet he knew exactly what he'd seen. "He's real?'

Remi smiled as she undressed him. She nodded. "Did you not think so?"

"All my life I've only ever believed in what I could see and touch and understand. I never thought… I've only seen the bad, Rem. Never good. Nothing good has ever happened, why would I believe?" He asked her honestly, his head still spinning.

She left him in only his boxers and took his hands, leading him into the tub. She knew it was a bit too hot, but he needed it. Remi climbed in with him and sat across from him. "Each of us has a period where we come to Earth and live among the humans. We are here for hundreds of years guiding the destinies. When our time is over, we return and wait for the next cycle. This is the last cycle. All of us are here for the last moments in human form. Each of us in our roles, fulfilling our duty to Him." She ran the soft sponge over his skin.

"How old are you, Rem?" He asked, a little afraid of what she'd say.

"In this cycle, my human form, I am 25." She said looking away.

"When were you created?" He asked.