"Melinda, Cas! You better get in here."
Melinda and Castiel both looked up in unison, listening Bobby call them from the kitchen. They quickly sat up off their chairs and scurried to the kitchen. There, Bobby sat in his chair, glaring out the window like a scared child. He pointed out to the scene before him. Melinda looked out at the field just beyond Bobby's driveway. The sight horrified her. From 50 yards away, Castiel, Bobby and Melinda watched helplessly as the bloody end began.
Demons grabbed hold of their meat-suits. Angels took over their vessels. Hundreds of them. Armies of them, fighting to the death. Everything holy, everything evil. Everything living, everything dead. Even spirits fought on the Angel's side. This should be a nationalist, sort of triumphant sight, but it was far from it. World War 3 had started.
"Oh, my god." Melinda's face sour as she watched the battle. "Cas, what's happening?" Melinda knew the answer.
"The end. This is happening all over the world." Castiel stated.
Melinda lowered her head, sighing with defeat. It was all over, for everyone. The Earth was surely doomed now. Bobby took his eyes away from the war. "I wish they'd fight somewhere else. Soemwhere that isn't my proporty."
"I think that should be the least of your concerns." Castiel told him.
Bobby looked up at him. "It's the end of the world, Castiel, I think I should crack one more joke before we all die." Bobby said sternly.
Castiel looked back out the window. "You won't die. You'll go downstairs, and wait."
Melinda looked at Cas. "You're coming with us, right?" Her eyes blazing with fear. Castiel continued to stare out the window, not saying a word. Melinda clutched onto his shirt, spinning him around to face her. Her face was plagued and scared. "Tell me, you are coming down with us." She said grimly, praying he would.
Castiel looked down at her, then over to Bobby, then back at Melinda. "I promised your brother I would protect you both. And right now, I need you to stay downstairs." Castiel commanded.
Melinda looked at Bobby. "He's right, Mel." Bobby defended. Melinda never took her arms off Castiel. "You need to answer my question." She said firmly, totally scared. "I"m not going anywhere without you." She finished.
Castiel took her arms away from him. "Please. Just do as I say." Castiel tried again, sympathetically. Melinda's lip quivered. "No, not without you." She begged.
"I understand you are scared, Melinda. But I promised Dean. Do as I say." Castiel repeated, this time, more with more force. Noy anger, force. He made a vow to Dean. He made a vow to himself he'd protect Melinda with all he's got. Her stubborness only frustrated him. If something happend to her, he would never forgive himself.
"Just come with us. You can hide too!" Melinda pleaded once more. She made up any exuse to convince him. But Castiel wouldn't have it. His will was strong, nothing she could say would convince him.
Castiel put his hand on her back, then began to escort her to the stairs. "No, Castiel, please, no! I don't want to leave you! No!!" Melinda screamed over and over again. She frussed, and flailed, she kicked and she thrashed her way out of his grip, but he was far too strong to match. They reached the top of the stairs, when she screamed.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH, LET ME GO!"
And with that, Melinda punched Castiel square in the face. Of course, this had barely affected him. It only injured her hand. Then there fell a silence. Bobby watched from the side in horror. Melinda panted wildly, afraid of what he will do. She regretted hitting him, but she hated being ignored. She stared at him apologetically. "I'm so sorry." She barely whispered. Castiel just stared at her, emotionless.
"I'm so sorry, please." Melinda pleaded again.
But it was too late. Castiel lifted his fingers to her head, then Melinda dropped to the floor, sound asleep. Castiel had made her comatose. Melinda's body flopped to the floor. Castiel looked down at her, then back at Bobby. They shared an awkward moment, then Castiel bent down, scooping Melinda in her arms, then descending down the stairs.
Castiel climbed down the dark and creaking stairs, then over to the panic room. He stepped inside the large room, then went over to the cot from before. He set Melinda down gently, watching her unconcsious self sleep peacefully. She'd wake up in about an hour. Castiel felt bad for putting her to sleep, but she came inbetween him and his mission to save her. There was now one less problem to deal with. Until she wakes up of course, then she'll be as mad as a hornet. Castiel exited the panic room, locking the door with Melinda inside. He retreated upstairs, joining Bobby.
Bobby stared at Castiel nervously. "Is she...?"
"She will be awake in an hour. I rather her be angry with me than in danger." Castiel walked passed Bobby. He went to the window and watched the bloodbath out in the field.
Bobby wheeled his chair around and faced Castiel. He stared at the back of his head. "Why can't you go down with us?" Bobby asked curiously.
Castiel hadn't turned around. He was mesmerized in the battle. He lowered his head and sighed. He hadn't told anyone this yet, not even Melinda. And when he tells her the truth, it will only push her into anger even more.
"The only reason why I'm back on Earth, is because I am needed for battle." Castiel turned to face Bobby. "I need to defend Heaven, and all of mankind." He took a step to Bobby, never dropping the eye contact. "I am a warrior, and it's time I face my responsibilities as a warrior."
Bobby lowered her head, nodding, understanding. "I understand."
Castiel turned away from Bobby. "I just wish Melinda would." He walked across the floor, his hands behind his back.
"Would you like some assistance getting downstairs?" Castiel offered.
Bobby looked aimlessly out the window. He sighed, coming to a decision. He didn't want ot be anyone's burden anymore. He was old, he was crippled, and he was as good as dead. "No. I'm just going to stay up here. If anything tries to get in, I'll fight it off." Bobby said with disappointment.
Castiel looked at him, nodded, then went to the door. He turned back to Bobby before walking outside.
"I"ll be back, I hope." And with that. Castiel had left, leaving Bobby alone upstairs. Bobby watched out the window, and Castiel joined the epic battle taking place outside. He sighed.
"You won't be back." Bobby mumbled.