Summery: Highschool!Verse. Dean and Castiel meets at school and are slowly falling for each other. But they don't know that everything they knew would soon be changed for good. Angel!Dean and Angel!Castiel.

Chapter 20 - Anna

When Dean was mentally sixteen and just a year before meeting Castiel, the dark haired teen couldn't help himself thinking in glee that Dean will remember him soon and everything will go back to normal… well, as normal as two former angel-vessels could be.

Dean remembered when he started freshman year and when the new student, who apparently was a bully in his previous school, already gathered a small group around him and tried to bully Dean. They laughed about his life with no parents and a small brother who was smarter than him, which was not true at all. Dean told them that he punched the kid so hard he went to the hospital and never came back. Fortunately, the teachers knew about that kid's past records and didn't hold any charges against him except a month long detention.

"What do you want, Castiel?" Dean asked when said teen went to get himself some milk and coincidentally bumped to Dean, who was still aloof and upset all the time, a hormonal teenager with no time to himself.

"Just came by to get some milk…" Castiel sighed and tried to smile at the teen, but he got a bigger scowl in response and decided to leave it at that, the punch to the chest from earlier was enough for him.

"Whatever…" Dean huffed and passed through him to get to the fridge. He bent down, and Castiel had to look away so to not gawk at the 'sight' he saw. Dean stood right up and gulped down the soda can, looking at Castiel with a knowing look. Castiel blushed and stomped away.

Dean squashed the can with his hand and threw it to the garbage, looking at the place where the dark haired teen just vanished from, a deep frown on his face.

What the hell is wrong with him? Dean splashed water on his face in the bathroom, trying to wipe Castiel's face from his eyes. Since the moment he stopped fighting the hands trying to pine him down, he couldn't stop but try to make the dark haired teen acknowledge him in any way. There was something different with that boy and Dean was terrified from what he meant for him in his real age. His hands gripped the sink tightly and clenched his teeth. No, he thought nothing of that brat, all that matters is Sammy, he is not important. But still, his chest tightened when he thought about living without Castiel. What the hell had that bastard done to him?

He looked up to the mirror and something had caught his eyes, he turned to face the mirror from the side and rolled up his sleeve, almost choking in shock and horror.

There was a big burn of a handprint on his calf, and it looked suspiciously to be Castiel's hand. He stared at it with wide eyes for a while, until Sam's voice called from the living room to come and eat lunch. He groaned and decided to leave it at that, and rushed outside.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Sam asked when all Dean did was to poke at his food. His brother didn't answer, continuing to murder his food instead.

Chuck and Castiel looked at each other and sighed, knowing that this is a lost battle – if Dean didn't want to eat, no one will be able to make him.

"Dean? What's wrong?" Sam tried again and Dean sighed, placing his fork down.

"Nothing, would you please stop mother-henning me and go back to your own plate? If you hadn't noticed, you haven't eaten as well, bitch."

"You're not getting away from this, you jerk," Sam snarled at him.

"Yeah, I can and I will," Dean stood up and pushed harshly the table before walking away. "And for the record, don't think you can handle what's wrong with me," Dean murmured before swiftly disappearing up the stairs, slamming the door to his room with so much force the ceiling puffed some dust over them.

"What does he mean?" Sam said, scoffing. Castiel sighed, "I don't know…"

"Think about it, Sammy," Chuck said, surprising them both. "Dean is stuck in a body of a seventeen years old body with memories of only sixteen of them. He was also thrown into a reality he doesn't know anything about, and that's a lot of pressure and fear. I'm surprised he didn't shout at us earlier. He's a strong kid, after all."

Both boys hung their heads down in shame, they never thought of Dean's condition like that and now they felt bad for pushing the teen and basically bullying him.

"He's just coping with this reality the best way he can, denial and tough-act. Please don't make it any harder for him please," Chuck pleaded with them.

"Since when did you become such an expert of teenagers, father?" Castiel asked with sad amusement.

Chuck faintly smiled. "Since Karen knocked some sense into my drunken ass and made me realize what a father should be."

Castiel stood up and went to his place and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, father."

Chuck patted the hands, his eyes wet, "Your welcome, son. Thank you for being our son, even if you're not biologically ours."

Castiel smiled and buried his face in his father's neck, tears escaping his eyes.

Sam smiled and swiftly went to his room, leaving the small family to rejoice together.

Dean sulked in his room. Of course, he denied the fact that he was sulking, but the scoff, the dark thoughts and the fatal position he was in on his bed showed otherwise.

A small frame caught his eyes and he took off the desk a small framed picture and brought it closer, his throat tightening. It was a picture of him and Castiel smiling gummy smiles at the camera. They seemed to be in a place near a lake and his eyes glazed once more.

"Come on! Come here!" Castiel dragged him to the small camp they made. It was the last day they spent by the lake and he felt slightly sad that that special moment, that magical time would finish soon, too soon for his taste, not like he would admit that any time soon.

"Whoa, Cas, relax! We have all day," He stumbled and made them fall to the ground. They looked at the position they had found themselves in – Castiel sprawled on the floor with Dean straddling his hips – and laughed, sharing a kiss before getting up.

Castiel crouched by his bag and rummaged in it until he let out a shout of victory and took out a small one-time camera.

He smiled. "What do you want to take a picture of?"

Castiel made him sit down on a thick branch by the edge of the lake and sat by him, holding the camera over them.

"Smile for the camera, Dean," Castiel smiled toward the camera. He sighed playfully before flashing a charming smile as well.

The flash made him think of the light from the first night, but then was returned to reality by warm lips pressing to his and he hummed in pleasure as he held his precious love.

"I love you, Dean," Castiel was flushed and breathed when they departed.

Dean blushed as well and cupped his nape. "I love you, too, Cas."

Dean looked at the picture and then looked around the room, baffled. When did they return home? Did he fall sleep and Cas drove the way back?

"Dean?" He looked up to see Castiel walk through the door.

"Hey, Cas," Dean smiled and stood up to kiss him, only to have Castiel freeze. "Cas? What's wrong?"

"Dean?" Castiel looked up to him with teary eyes. "You… you remember?"

"Remember what? That I fell asleep while we were at the lake? How did you bring us back anyway?"

Castiel laughed and tackled him to the bed, crying and showering him with kisses, "Dean! You're back! I missed you so much!"

Dean was confused. "Missed you…? What do you mean? What's wrong?" He pried him off from him and kissed his hands. "What happened? Did I have a heart-attack during the night or something? You're scaring me a bit, Cas…"

Castiel froze. Oh, right… it's not Dean, it's the Dean from before Azazel and the angels' crap. He felt his tears come down faster and he clung to his perplexed friend, who had no idea why was Castiel crying if the last day he remembered they had was so good.

"Shh… it's okay, Cas. I don't know what's wrong, but everything will be alright…" He kissed the teen's dark hair and hummed softly.

"I love you, Dean…" Castiel cried, his face in his friend's chest.

"Me too," Dean sighed and shifted so Castiel was in his arms as they lied by each other on the bed. "It'll be all alright, Cas. I swear."

Castiel nodded and slowly nodded off, secured in his friend's arms.

"Hey, guys!" Dean said when Castiel finally fell asleep and he carefully pried himself and crept to the kitchen to ask some questions.

"Hey, Dean," Sam smiled a forced smile and Dean tilted his head.

"Okay, what the hell is wrong with everyone today? Did I do something wrong back at the lake? I mean, Cas was acting as if I was dead, for god's sake!"

"You remember Cas?" Sam's jaw fell slack and Dean groaned.

"Great, now I know for sure something had happened." He smacked Sam's head, "What did I do, bitch? Did I knock my head or something? Did I die? You all act as if I just returned from the dead. If someone won't tell me what happened, I'm gonna kill myself with worry."

"No!" Sam cried and grabbed his brother's hands. "Don't you dare even suggest that!" He sniffled and hugged Dean tightly. "You fell into a coma and then lost all of your memories and… and you looked at us like we were strangers," Sam shook and big tears fell from his eyes. "It was horrible, it was so awful. Please, never do it again."

Dean's eyes grew wide and he swept his brother to a big hug. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

"It wasn't your fault, brother. You saved us and pushed your body too hard."

"So that's why Cas…"

"Yeah, he was the one who you didn't remember at all until now and he could never do what he did with you…" Sam sniffled again and drew away, wiping his eyes. "Do you know that you still don't have all your memories?"

"What?! Then… then how much do I still have to remember?" Dean fell to a chair and placed his head in his palms, suddenly too tired to even lift his head.

"A month or something like that," Sam smiled. "So you don't have a lot to remember."

"But from what I saw, our whole world changed in that month," Dean narrowed his eyes.

His little brother smiled knowingly, "Actually, the whole world has changed literally."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me show you…" Sam clicked on the television where the news lady was just reviewing the happening since the 'Globe Shifting'.

"Wow… I never gonna fall into a coma ever again…" Dean breathed when Sam turned off the machine and looked at him with tired eyes. "I miss all the fun," He said sarcastically.

"You didn't, bro. You fell into coma because of what happened."

"I see… where Chuck, Karen, Bobby, and your girlfriend?"

"Chuck is in bed. Karen and Bobby went home yesterday. And Jess… her parents don't let her out of the house because they're scared of something happening again."

"Well, can't say I blame them for thinking like that. I would do the same thing with you," Dean joked.

Sam huffed. "I endured much worse than some bricks and fires. I don't need protection."

"I don't know why you would say that, but, as long as you're under my care, yes, you need protection."

"Why?"

"Because I said so, and big brothers are always right," Dean said smugly.

"Jerk."

"Bitch, and you know I'm right."

Sam gave him a bitch-face and went to his room, leaving the teen alone at the living-room.

Dean watched him go and rushed out of the house, stopping on his rails.

Everywhere he looked there were people carrying bricks or logs, people who helped rebuilding houses. Most houses were already complete, but you could still see that the city was ruined. The ground was ashen and big piles of garbage were scattered around the place. Small groups of people were sitting around small fires, some with women and children and some with only men cheering together with bottles of water and talking to kids who sat by them, some even hugging them.

"What the hell happened?" Dean breathed, his chest tightening and his sight getting blurry with tears.

He sat on the steps with shaky legs, the sight before him shaking him to the core. For him, just several days ago, he took Cas and his brother to a fantastical trip, leaving behind them the beautiful city of Lawrence. Then he wakes up and finds himself in a post-apocalyptic world with the world in ruins.

Who's the bastard who did that? He'll kill him with his own hands! He swore, his hands shaking. He'll kill that son of a bitch who ruined his life and his family. Who dared ruin those people's homes and families?

He looked up again and scanned the familiar yet unfamiliar place, feeling his chest tighten with every child and adult coming around the corner with tired faces and dirty bodies.

If he only could do something about that, he thought. If only he could remember what happened during the month before he woke up.

"You can if you want, I can help with that." Dean's head snapped back to see a beautiful woman with red hair and fair skin. She had her eyes closed as she sat down with a motherly smile.

"Who are you?" He snapped at her, feeling dread wash him.

"My name is Anna, and I know what you've done, Dean Winchester."

"How do you know my name? And what do you mean? What have I done?"

Anna smiled warmly and pressed two fingers to his forehead, and suddenly flashes and pictures flashed through his eyes and everything came back to him.

His body went to shock as his eyes bulged from his sockets. Anna patted his hair, "See? This is what you've done, Daniel."

"I… I'm the one who… I did that to them…" Dean choked, his body shaking furiously.

Anna nodded. "It's the fusion of two archangels with a human soul. While grace and souls live from goodness, the fusion lives from the darkness of the human's soul to keep itself together. But unfortunately, that caused what you see around you."

"I... I'm a monster…"

"You're a supernatural being. So yes, you're in a sense, a monster."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Dean snapped from his daze and slapped the fingers still attached to his forehead.

"Because that is the final punishment for the traitors – to see the world around them perish because of their foolishness. I once tried to disobey, but I'd learned my mistake," she opened her eyes and Dean saw two black holes instead of eyes balls and felt the need to vomit. She smiled reassuringly and closed her eyes. "Don't worry, Dean. I do not feel like them no matter what they had done to me."

Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her, but then nodded. "How do you suppose to 'save' the world? Whatever is left of it anyway?"

"We can reverse the affects of the fusion by a simple ritual," Anna answered.

"Why do I sense a 'but' here?" He eyed her.

"No 'but', it's really simple indeed. You just need the blood of the traitors and Lucifer's vessel. Then you use that blood to wash the source of the fusion and say some words and everything goes back to normal."

Dean blanched. "By blood, do you mean…?"

"I mean that we need to kill the three of you," Anna nodded nonchalantly.

Dean growled and grabbed her shirt's collar. "No way am I doing this shit, then. You can take as much of blood you want from me. But no way you get to my brother or Cas. This world can go to hell for all I care."

"I see… then I'm afraid then I'll have to use force. I'm sorry for that, Dean," Anna said with grim face.

Before Dean could protest, she pressed two fingers to his forehead and everything went dark. His last thought was, 'Shit, not again…'

"Anyone seen Dean?" Sam asked the duo sitting by the table, looking worried as him.

"No, I just woke up," Castiel admitted.

"Same here," Chuck added.

"Where is he then?" Sam cried.

"With Anna, I'm afraid," Gabriel appeared behind Sam, making him jump in his chair.

Sam held his chest and glared at the angel, "Would you ever learn not to give a heart attack to me?"

Gabriel ignored him and Sam noticed his face looking tense and quieted down. "What's going on, Gabe?"

"It's that stupid bitch. She took Dean-o and she's coming for the both of you."

"Why?" the three of them stood up abruptly.

"To practice the reverse ritual. Using the blood of the traitors and the fallen Lucifer to wash the source of the fusion, she can reverse everything that had happened that day."

"Let me guess, it'd kill us."

"Yep."

"Shit," Castiel swore. "We have to get to him right now."

"Not so fast, Cassie."

Castiel growled at him, "She probably is hurting Dean right now. We can't let her hold him for another moment."

"She won't touch him until the time of the ritual is near. We have to hurry, though. She'll come for you and Sammy to be able to start the ritual."

"What do we have to do?"

"Just come with me and I'll distract her until you two get Dean-o away."

Sam and Castiel nodded and Gabriel sighed, "May father will be with us."

"Amen…"

Gabriel rolled his eyes, smiling sadly and snapped his fingers.

Dean groaned when his awareness came back to him. All his body was numb and stiff from sleeping on stone. He sat up and looked around him.

"What the hell happened…?" He murmured and jumped when Anna appeared before him.

"Oh, you're awake," She sounded astonished. "I didn't expect the angel blood to work this well in a broken body."

"You know I can hear every word you say, you bitch," He snarled at her, remembering everything from before fainting. "I won't let you hurt my family. No one will hurt them, ever again!"

"Your body is already going against you because of your angel blood," She mused. "There is nothing you can actually do, Dean."

"Yeah?" He smirked. "We'll see about that, you dick," He said coldly and his body lit faintly, small waves of wind rippling around him.

"Even if you can work a small trick, how long can you keep that up?" She laughed and Dean narrowed his eyes, an angel blade appearing in his hand.

"Long enough," He nonchalantly replied and stuck the blade into her stomach with blazing eyes.

She looked at him with such pity in her face that he had to take two steps back. She stood up and yanked the blade out. "Such a weak blade won't harm me, abomination. I'd waited long enough," She muttered and walked toward Dean, who felt the danger and tried to walk away from her.

She raised her hand, about to strike when a flash of light appeared and Gabriel's voice shouted 'Now!' before two sets of arms grabbed Dean and pulled him into the light.

Anna now stood before Gabriel, her red hair flowing behind her in a predatory fashion, "Hello, brother."

The archangel stood before her. His childish body rippled and turned into an adult body with the same features. "I would have said the same thing, dear sister, only… I had never lied to you before, have I?"

She looked at him with sadness. "You never did, Gabriel. But you know as well as I do that what I do is for the benefit of humanity. You have to help me capture those responsible to this massacre and reverse everything."

"You seem to forget something important, sis," Gabriel rolled his eyes, already bored. "You are the one responsible for this massacre. You, Raphael, Zachariah, and all of the other angels who were against their love. What was so wrong with them being together in the first place?"

"It wasn't natural. They had a child, that abomination Michael," Anna growled, her calm stature melting away, leaving away a fierce fighter, thirsty for blood.

"Who was an angel for anything. They didn't even know that their graces had joined and created him. They always thought of him as family, but not as blood-relative. You'd ruined a family, Anna, and that has come back to bite you in the ass," Gabriel growled and charged.

"Dean? Are you okay?" Castiel asked when they had appeared a mile away from the place.

"I-I'm fine…" Dean's body ached everywhere. He felt like wanting to sleep forever, "I'm just so tired and sick of all those psychos coming after us… what about you two?"

"We're fine," Castiel smiled at him, a bit confused.

"Dean," Sam breathed. "How much do you remember?"

Dean hung his head down. "Everything, Sammy… I remember everything… everything I had done, all the people I'd killed, the families I'd ruined-"

"Dean, you didn't know that the fusion would cause this kind of backlash," Castiel grabbed his shoulders. "Gabriel was the only one to know about the costs of the fusion. Even Daniel and Michael never knew about it."

"But I'd agreed to do it… I killed Daniel and Michael. Michael was just a baby in my body… I'd killed a baby," Dean shook. His fists clenched tight until his knuckles became white and clenched his teeth. "If it was only my blood, I would have gladly given it to reverse everything. But I can't… I can't let them take my family… even now, I'm so selfish… I'm so sorry, Cas."

"Dean?" Said teen looked at him. "Would you please shut up? You're annoying," Castiel cupped Dean's face and pulled him unto a deep kiss.

Dean made a surprised squeak, but then melted into the kiss and hugged him tightly.

"I missed you so much, Dean," Castiel drew back with teary eyes. "Don't you dare to even think of leaving me again like that, you assbutt."

Dean half-cried half-laughed as he pulled Castiel into another kiss, not wanting to part from his love anymore.

Sam tried to look away, but when the sounds became too much, he cleared his voice and watched in amusement at the red faces he received and the glare from certain blue eyes.

"We need to move. So if you two lovebirds finished smooching, can we move? I think I'm going to have nightmares for a while…"

Dean chuckled and Castiel smiled fondly, taking his friend's hand and leading him out of the place.

"Do you think Gabriel is okay?" Castiel asked.

"He's fine," Sam smiled. "He's my guardian-angel after all."

"And is doing a crappy job at that," Dean grumbled. "You should have stayed home."

Sam frowned. "Dean, she would have gone after me if I had stayed. Its better we all stick together, okay?"

Dean huffed, hating the fact that his brother was right. "Whatever, bitch."

Castiel rolled his eyes, grasping the brothers' shirts and dragging them to a vehicle. "We need to move now, before that witch will come again."

"She's an angel, Cas," Dean said amusingly and pushed by him to get to the driver's seat, ignoring the other's glare.

"Well, she acts a lot like a witch," Sam piped as he sat on the back seat.

Castiel sat shotgun and laced his fingers with Dean, not wanting to part with his friend if he can help it. Dean beamed at him and with their joined hands started the car, the key thankfully was already in the hole and shifted the gear to drive.

But no matter how much he stepped on the gas, the car didn't drive. The trio exchanged worried glances. Dean turned off the car and stepped out to check the problem with his heart pounding in his chest furiously with nerves.

Castiel and Sam exited the car as well and stood behind Dean in a protective gesture and took out a silver blade Gabriel gave them, knowing that Anna would try to grab them again as well.

"Never thought Gabriel would take the bait." They turned to see Anna standing in front of their car with big bronze wings on her back. She wore casual clothes, a bluish-gray shirt with a jumper on top and jeans on her legs. But her eyes were open with balls of light filling the empty sockets and her bright-red hair flipped around behind her. Her body shone and swirls of small flames formed around her.

"What did you do to Gabe?" Sam cried out and if Dean hadn't stopped him, he would have tried to attack her foolishly.

"Nothing, I won't harm my brothers. He's simply fighting a fake Anna," She took out a long jagged knife. "I'm sorry it had come down to it and that you children had been dragged to this war."

"Don't act as if you were the saint in this war," Dean bristled. "All of you dickheads are responsible for what had happened. It's your fault that Daniel, Castiel and Michael ended up in our bodies. It was your fault that Lucifer got out. If you dicks would have thought about humanity instead of your worthless asses, we would have not been here, talking to a bitch."

Anna seemed offended by that, but instead of saying anything, she waved her hand and flames circled the trio, trapping them in an instant.

"Shit," Dean cursed and grimaced when his body moved again, making him feel like many needles pinched his skin.

"You don't have much time, Dean Winchester," Anna said calmly. "I can just sit down and wait until your body breaks apart because of the grace and then get the blood I need."

Castiel and Sam looked at Dean, who looked alarmed and tried to avoid their eyes. "So?" He turned to look at her, "I can still roast you with Gabe's sword."

He took from Castiel Gabriel's sword and pointed it at her. "Come here, you bitch. You come here with all your stupid mojo and look all mighty and strong in front of three children who can't even break a friggin' table. How does that make you feel? Strong? Righteous?" He said sarcastically and Anna scowled, the flames growing hotter.

"You do not belittle an angel, human," She growled. "We are god's soldiers and we are to carry his plans."

"Yeah, his Grand plan to kill three harmless kids that two of them just happened to be in the wrong time and wrong family," Dean growled, ignoring Sam's protests.

Anna looked very frightening right now, her face a mask of holy rage and the light around her body intensified ten-fold. "You. Do. Not. Mock. My Father's name in my presence."

"Oh? Did I hurt your feeling?" Dean mocked with a fake concerned tone lacing his words, "'Cuz I'm sure that that douche bag didn't think twice of hurting mine, or any of my family's members', if we are already on that subject.".

Anna zapped in front of him, her face a few millimeters from his. "You know nothing of my father's plans. You won't blaspheme him anymore, you arrogant brat."

"Don't touch him," Castiel yanked Gabriel's sword from Dean's hands and swung the sword at her. Anna caught the blade and yanked it out of Castiel's hold and threw it to the side. Sam pulled Dean away when Castiel glowed brightly, taking out another sword.

"Learned to use your gift? Would be interesting," Anna snorted and stepped outside the fire ring.

Castiel swung his sword over the fire, and a swirl of water came and extinguished the fire. He charged at Anna and Sam struggled to get his protesting brother away from the fight.

"No, Cas! Get back here! CAS!" Dean cried, his body like lead pulling him to the ground. He tried to pry himself from his brother. "Let me go, Sam! I need to help him!"

"You're no help to anyone dead, Dean!" Sam shouted, biting his lower lip from crying. "You're too weak to even stand properly, you can't fight her!"

Dean froze at his brother's words and slumped down. So he's weak… he's probably worthless as well. The dark feeling he had in his chest this whole time grew bigger and two dark orbs pulsed in him. Pieces of his angel blood fused with the dark graces and Dean fell into a deeper depression, feeding the fusion.

"Dean?" Sam saw Dean's face darken and stopped pulling him instinctively. "What's wrong?"

Dean couldn't hear him though, because the dark orbs mixed in his blood whispered into his conscious. You're weak, Dean Winchester. You can't protect your family. Look what you have done to this world. You can't save anyone… worthless, abomination, weak-
"No," Dean mumbled. "Stop it," He covered his ears with his palms and fell on his knees. "STOP IT!"

"DEAN!" Sam cried, holding his brother's shoulders. "What's wrong? What's going on? Answer me! DEAN!"

Anna was going easy on him, Castiel knew that. She was waiting for him to get tired to just flip her hand and knock him unconscious.

She was nonchalantly walking when he charged and when he used water to stop her fire, only then she would have to move faster, but it exhausted him and he was getting sluggish.

Sam's scream made them both stop and turn toward the noise. Anna looked thoughtful. "Seems like the time has come."

Castiel looked at her with rage blazing in his eyes. "What did you do to them?"

"Nothing," She smiled. "Just that Dean has finally broke down. I'm surprised he even lasted this long, maybe the fact that he had lost his memory had helped."

"What happened to him?" Castiel felt dread clench his heart.

"The fusion uses the dark emotions of the human soul. So broken, little, innocent children are like a sugar pump to it. It uses Dean's dark feelings and the graces of Michael and Daniel to use Dean's body as a vessel."

"A vessel for what?" Daniel and Michael are still alive?!

"For what you've witnessed before – a bomb to destroy the world – each time Dean will stop the bomb, the fusion will attack him again to try and break him again and use that as a fuel for another bomb. You can't stop it no matter what. That's why I have to do the ritual, now you understand? We don't have time to fight, we need to kill him right now."

Castiel wasn't listening to her half of her speech, creeping up to her instead and the minute she finished, he plunged the sword into her chest.

She let out a banshee-like shriek. Her body and eyes glowed bright before fading and her body fell to the ground, two prints of ashen wings adorning the ground on both sides of her chest, memoirs for her former glorious wings.

Castiel stood over her body, panting with his bloody sword in his hands. The adrenaline and angel blood in his body made him smirk and look at the dripping sword with pride. He just killed an angel. A dark pleasure filled him but another scream made him snap back to himself and his eyes grew in horror at the bloody sword and he threw it away from him with disgust, wiping his hands on the shirt and turning away to run toward Dean and Sam.