Beriah stepped closer to Sam and for a moment the idea of breaking through his restraints and snapping her neck is too over whelming. Deep ragged breathes push through his lips, nostrils flaring as he tried to get a hold of himself and for one terrifying moment he was certain that he had actually done it. The horrified look on Azrael's face enough to convince him before he realized that it was because the angel had seen what he thought.
"You two are keeping secrets again." She hissed, Azrael stumbled back as one of his brethren advanced on him. "Tsk, tsk." She mumbled, Beriah jerked her head to the side, a feeling of dizziness over taking her. "What-- Raphael."
Sam jerked as an angel appeared next to him, the small movement was enough to cause the restraints to snap; he was up and at Azrael's side throwing the angel that had been about to attack him to the side. The sickening crack as the body connected with the wall made the small angel shudder. "You do not leave my side." Sam jerked Azrael so that he was some what behind him.
"I am not some chi--" Azrael's words were swallowed as he was forced to block an attack from a demon. Three came at them at once, two taking Sam, who gleefully smiled after being strapped to the chair for hours and having only the thought of tearing apart the demons that had pumped him full of blood. He grabbed a small, lithe man by the wrist and spun him around until he heard the bone snap. The cry of pain was more startled than hurt.
"Didn't see that coming did you?" Sam growled in his ear before twisting the arm behind his back and throwing him against the ground.
"Sam!" Sam's head snapped up at the familiar sound of his brothers voice.
"Dean," The room had become filled with angels and demons, but he could just see his brother amongst the hordes. "The angels can get hurt here!" It wasn't a needed statement. Both traitors and loyal brothers alike were awestruck as they attacked each other and found that every bone-crushing blow really crushed the bones of their foes and were not healed immediately.
Castiel suffered a blow that sent him reeling back towards the entrance that they had come through. He couldn't believe the pain as it exploded along his ribcage; there was a sharp sensation in his chest but he chose to ignore it as he attacked the traitor back. His fist connecting with that of the others face not only broke their nose but he felt a few of his own fingers snap. Amongst the now piling pain he heard Sam's words and the recognition of some of the symbols above him.
"Be careful." Dean growled in his ear before taking off into the mass of bodies a determined look set across his face to get to his brother before anyone else. Dean had thought he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between angel and demon but thankfully it seemed that the demons were easy to see. He barely registered Castiel's call for him to wait. He didn't have the time, he needed to get to his brother before any of the angels on his team decided to take matters into their own hands.
"Dean Winchester," A demon stepped in front of him. "This is going to be sweet revenge." Dean didn't know who the demon was, didn't particularly care. He raised the colt and only had a brief satisfaction as the demons eyes widen in horror before he took his shot and the demon was burned to death.
"Screw your revenge." An elbow caught him in the side and for a moment all he could see were stars as the pain exploded along his body. "Shit." There went two or three ribs.
"Trying to get to your brother?" A voice hissed in his ear before he was yanked back against a hard body. "Want to say your last goodbye." A knife was at his throat and he was thankful that it seemed these guys were in a mood to gloat before they did away with someone. Otherwise he would have seen Helez behind him, the giant grabbed the angel and threw him away from Dean.
"Go!" Helez shouted at the man before advancing on his brother. "It sickens me.." Helez whispered as he crushed the fist that the angel tried to hit him with. "That I once called you Brother." The wrist snapped and Helez quickly tossed the angel aside before turning to protect his loyal kin.
"Beriah what happen?" Raphael circled the woman slowly, at first he had been momentarily blinded by the evil that poured off her soul. He could not believe that one had twisted their grace so far as to start turning demon before they even fell. "How did this happen to you?"
Beriah grinned wickedly, "You're going to try and make me see reason." She laughed and it was enough to send chills down the archangels spine. "You, Raphael who chooses vessels on their need to be healed rather than their need to be saved. I can see it you know. That that vessel was supposed to die and you changed fate to give her a chance to say goodbye to her family." She threw her first attack and was pleased when she actually caught her brother in the side and caused him to double over a moment before he picked himself back up.
Raphael held his side gingerly, the pain a lot harsher to bare than he could have ever imagined. No vessel in his entire existence had felt pain like the blow he had just received. Not even Toby as he laid on that black asphalt dying. "Healing someone is not a sin."
"No," She grabbed his open arm and pulled him close to her body. "But allowing these self-satisfying Meatbags to destroy what should have been our home is!"
Raphael cried out in pain as the vessel too weeps at their injuries. "We live in Heaven with our Father. That should be enough." Even through the pain Raphael felt a responsibility to Beriah to try and save her.
"You pathetic excuse of an angel. Don't you feel that?" She rubbed her body against his vessels', "We should be able to expeirence the sort of bliss they do. We should have the free will they have."
"Aren't you proof enough of free will?" He panted from his injuries, the body did not react to Beriah's advances like the insane angel had hoped. "Isn't this battle proof enough?"
Beriah laughed, "I'm only following orders Raphael. Have you not once," She snapped his arm breaking it in half, "Thought who is the traitor amongst the archangels?" Raphael choked on a scream as the pain shot its way through his arm down all the way to his toes.
Ekeziel eyes only sought for Azrael's; the young angel had been his responsibilty. He had been give the young one, like a charge, and he had failed miserably at protecting him. They landed on him as Azrael punched an attacking demon square in the jaw sending the vile abomination spiraling back. A victory cry rose in him as Azrael looked at the demon with steely eyes. His eyes fell on the body of Sam Winchester and the darkness that poured from the young man almost had him stumbling back. He pushed and clawed his way through the bodies until he was with them.
"Ekeziel!" Azrael shouted and launched himself at the angel. With one touch to his mind Ekeziel did not only witness all the horror that Azrael had been forced to endure but he saw what the two had planned.
"You cannot kill Sam Winchester." He said, surprised by his breathlessness. "Dean wants to save him."
"It's too late for that." The sudden fear in Azrael's eyes at Sam's words surprise Ekeziel. "I'm having trouble Azrael. You have to get the knife." With a look Ekeziel nodded at Azrael and moved swiftly to Dean's side.
Dean could see his brother but it felt like every step closer was actually two back since he was consistently being jostled by the throng of bodies. Between the angels who, good or bad, could break a rib without even realizing it and demons that wanted their piece of Dean Winchester. Suddenly the bodies began parting from the direction of Sam.
"Dean I need the knife." Ekeziel demanded hand out and Dean didn't even question it as he handed it over, before he really processed what was happening the angel handed the knife over to Azrael.
The boy, angel, Dean had to remind himself harshly took the blade with ease and turned to Sam. "What the--?" Before Dean could finish his statement Azrael pressed Ruby's knife to Sam's throat and slashed across it roughly. "NO!" Blinding light engulfed the room.
Beriah was thrown to the side by Kidron. He stood over her a blade in his hand, "Your insanity has cost us this battle, your filthy mind and sinful acts have prevented us from rising our brother." He spit on her. "You're going to burn in hell." He fell on her body and began to stab at her viciously, his own branch of madness showing through.
Raphael grabbed Kidron roughly by the shoulders, "Stop Brother!" He shouted twisting the weapon from his hands and tossing it aside. "Stop," He pleaded. Kidron turned to Raphael and with sad, anguished eyes he scrambled for the discarded knife and before Raphael could stop him Kidron slashed his own throat.
"I don't not wish to see this outcome." He gurgled before slumping to the ground. The blinding light startled all of the battles occupants at the same time Raphael heard Dean's anguished shout.
"Go to them quickly!" Michael's sudden appearance nearly startled Raphael. "Now Raphael!" Michael gently picked up Beriah's body and that of two other fallen comrades before he disappeared. Raphael wasted no more time he was at Dean's side in seconds standing over the heartbreaking scene.
Dean held Sam in his arms as he took his last few shallow breathes. "Hold on Sammy," He tried to gather more of his little brother into his arms but he could not. "Hold on."
"Don't-" Sam coughed splattering blood on his shirt.
"Stop," Dean pleaded uncaring that tears poured down his face. "Please just---"
"Don't blame Azrael," Sam shut his eyes and a little smile graced his lips. "Love you, jerk." Sam whispered.
"Ha," Dean sobbed. "Love you too, bitch."
Raphael knelt next to the brothers and gently started to take Sam from Dean who held onto his little brother with all the strength he had left in him. "Give me Sam," He said softly. "I'll take him to safety." Raphael had to forcefully take the boy from Dean's arms but with the tentative help of Ekeziel and Azrael it was made easier.
Dean sat there crumpled on the floor unbelieving that his Sammy was dead, and this time there probably wasn-His stomach clenched just processing that he would really comtemplating it. So wrapped around Sam dying in his arms he didn't notice the fighting stopping, doesn't notice as Castiel, much worse than him, fall next to him. The angel took Dean into his arms ignoring his own pains to comfort his Dean. Castiel can't care that his breathing raggedly and there is a wet rattle every breath he takes in. Some where among his own grief the vessel is telling him that he is dying.
It all happens so fast between the time that Raphael leaves with Sam and the knife being pressed to his throat and Azrael gasps as he is pulled roughly into the body of one of his kin. "This will not be in vain." He shouts pressing a blade roughly against Azrael's neck; he feels the blade bite into his skin. "Our Brother will rise, vessel or no vessel." He hissed.
"You will drop that knife." The demons cower in fear at the sudden appearance of Michael. "Drop it." Michael takes one threatening step forward before the knife clatters to the floor. Azrael stumbled away from the body and was caught in Ekeziel's strong arms. "Disgrace, abomination. To say Father is displeased would be an understatement."
Castiel's vision is blurring and for a moment he doesn't comprehend what his superior is doing before it's almost to late to cover Dean's eyes so they are not burned from his skull when Michael sends the traitors back to heaven. "Castiel," Ekeziel's at their side trying to help him to his feet while Azrael took Dean carefully. "You are mortally injured." He's taken from Ekeziel's shoulder and before he knows it he's being lifted up, up, up.
"Where's Cas?" Dean asks bleary, almost frantic now that he's realized that his angel is no longer with him.
"We need to get you to a hospital." Azrael said softly.
"No, I need Cas." Dean tried to look around but he's dizzy and the pain is becoming overwhelming. "I need him." Azrael doesn't try to argue with him just holds him closer and takes him to safety.
Okay folks there you go. There is one, maybe two more chapters to go. Depends on how long the last chapter gets if I'm going to break it apart. Unforunately the last chapter that I had written doesn't work any more...damn muse.
Okay, I wasn't going to say it but I will, there isn't any character!death here. I told you I completely huggles on Sam so no way is he just dead.
Was the format okay or was it hard to read? I know it was going all over the place