Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ty never even saw the hit until she felt her cheek burning from the powerful punch. She skidded across the floor and looked up, spitting blood. Uriel had turned on her and landed one decent punch. She shook it off and stood up slowly. Uriel took a step with her when Castiel grabbed him. In a second, Uriel had Castiel by throat. Ty moved as fast as she could with her swimming head. She reached for Uriel only to have him knock her back down to the floor. He quickly turned back to Castiel.
"You can't win this, Uriel," He said winded. "I still serve God."
The last statement seemed to infuriate Uriel. Ty pulled herself to her feet. She had to get to that sword. Everything hung on that sword. Uriel had forgotten about it. He seemed to be more interested in beating Castiel to death. Ty took a step toward it when Castiel smashed through the wall only a few feet from her. She jumped and tried to stop Uriel from grabbing him again. She was quickly smashed back against a pipe.
Uriel dragged him out from the hole, laying a good punch on him. Blood dripped down Castiel's host's face. He stared at Uriel as another punched cracked across his face.
"You haven't even met the man," Uriel growled. "He does not even care what we do. I am proof of that. "There is no wrath, no will, no God."
Castiel looked up to say something. All he could taste in his mouth was blood and dirt. He saw Uriel bring his arm back one more time. Right before the fist made contact, there was a silver point sticking through Uriel's jugular.
"That's why it's called faith," a voice from behind the sword said.
The sword retracted and the attacker stepped out. It was Lily. Her eyes looked different in the dim light of the warehouse. They were no longer the same green color; they were a strange sort of pale blue. She walked over and helped Castiel to his feet as Uriel fell. His large body fell spread-eagle as a glow emitted from his eyes, mouth, and nose. In a second, it was all gone.
"Disobedience," Lily whispered softly.
"How did you do that?" Castiel asked as he scooped Ty up. His wounds would heal, but it was back to the hospital for her.
Lily picked up the sword. She had thought it a myth until she held it in her hand. She stared down the blade. She couldn't just toss it aside; it was a very powerful weapon. She looked at Castiel. He was still waiting on her to answer.
"He said only an angel could kill another angel," Lily said, pushing her hair back. "Well a Chosen is only a step down from an angel."
Castiel stared at her as Ty's limp form started to move. Castiel sat her down on the floor as her eyes fluttered opened. Ty's hand quickly reached for her head as she sit up. She looked up, seeing Uriel's body on the floor.
"What happened?" Ty asked quickly.
Castiel looked at her. "Lily killed him."
Ty looked up at Lily. "Where is the sword?"
Lily flipped it as she handed it down to Ty. Ty's hand ran down the smooth steel. It had been a long time since she had seen that sword, but she still knew it. Her mind flashed back to the room that David had died in. Everything suddenly became clear. Ty remembered that something had been missing in the room. It was that sword.
"David wasn't killed by a demon," Castiel said.
Ty nodded. "I figured that out when I saw that sword again."
"Again?"
Ty looked up at them. They wanted to know the truth, and she wasn't really sure that she could give it to them. Lily stared tat her. This was even a story that she didn't know. Ty took a deep breath as she used the sword to stand up. Her head was full of pain, thoughts, and memories.
"I knew that sword long before any of you knew it was real," Ty began. "After Dean died, I went to David for help. He was in a panic almost when I got there. Said that he had found something that could help all of us. I didn't really believe him until he showed it to me. It was this sword. He said that it was Lucifer's sword."
"Lucifer's sword?" Lily asked incredulously.
"Wait," Castiel said. "Wasn't that sword missing when David died?"
Ty nodded. "He told me to protect it if I could. He must have realized that Uriel was going to come and get it when he called me that day."
Lily sighed. Ty slowly looked down the blade again. She could see the flame that ran down the blade along with blood. She was certain that that blade had been cleaned already. She tipped the handle back toward Lily.
"It's yours to look after now, Chosen," Ty said. "I have to get back to the hospital."
Ty watched Dean's monitor with a sad curiosity. She didn't know what to do from here. He was still unconscious. The doctor said that it might take awhile before he woke up. He didn't think that any real damage had been done; he just needed rest. She rested her head on the edge of the bed as she thought of all that happened.
An angel had brought them closer to the end. She didn't get it. She took a deep breath when she felt something touch her hand. She sat up, noticing Dean's hand moving towards her. She quickly grabbed it and looked up at him.
"Dean," she said softly.
Dean moved his head, letting out a rasping sigh. Ty gently touched his face. He tightened his grip on her hand as she started to move his mouth. Ty quickly reached for some water. He took it with no arguments.
"Are you alright?" Ty asked.
"That angel can't even manage a damn devil's trap," Dean said with his eyes still closed.
Ty smiled despite how bad she felt for him. "That's not exactly what happened."
"Where is Sam?" Dean asked suddenly, looking around the room
Ty bit her lower lip, trying to think of answer. By the time they had gotten back to the hospital, Sam was gone. Lily didn't even have time to suggest what Ty already knew. Ty nearly tore the hospital apart looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. She even asked a few nurses if they saw him in Dean's room. One nurse had seen him go outside for what she thought was a smoke. Ty had quickly shut her mouth to keep from saying something harsh.
"I don't know, Dean," Ty told him. It wasn't really a lie, but she could guess the truth.
"What happened to Alastair?"
Ty looked at him. She ran her hand down her cheek, pulling away a little bit of dried blood. He looked so weak and helpless. Ty wanted this to end now. She couldn't bear this anymore. She felt Dean's hand wrap around hers again.
"He's really dead this time," Ty said, squeezing his hand.
Dean nodded and closed his eyes. Ty started to say something when a shadow appeared in the doorway. They both turned to see Castiel standing there. He looked as worn as everyone else did, but his wounds had healed.
"Are you alright?" Castiel asked as he moved toward another chair in the room.
Dean chuckled a little. "No thanks to you."
"From now on, you all have to be more careful."
Dean shook his head. Ty watched the small conversation. As angry as she was with all that had happened, she knew that Castiel had a point. Uriel was working against them. That probably meant that other angels could be working against them too. Ty didn't like that prospect. She tightened her grip on Dean's hand as he looked at Castiel.
"You need to learn to manage a devil's trap," Dean said harshly.
"Dean," Ty said softly.
"That's not what I meant. Uriel is dead for disobedience. He was working against us. From now on you will all be in danger."
Dean nodded. He turned to Castiel. His eyes were weak and his voice was still raspy and weak. However, Ty could see that he had something on his mind. She hoped that it wasn't what she thought.
"Is it true?" Dean asked softly.
"What?" Castiel and Ty said together.
"Is it true? Did I break the first seal?" Dean asked, looking at Castiel. "Did I start all this?"
Ty felt as if a knife had gone through her heart and had been twisted. She had been afraid that Alastair wouldn't keep his mouth shut. She looked down at Dean. His eyes were sad and full of guilt. Even if they told him lies, he would still feel that it was true. She looked at Castiel. Dean wanted the truth from him not her.
"When we figured out Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to Hell. But we were too late."
"Then why didn't you just leave me there?" Dean spat.
Ty turned to him. That was a question she never wanted to hear again. There were thousands of reasons for Dean to be saved. She had prayed for it, he never should have gone, and he was a good man. Those were not really the reasons that angels got him out, but those were the better ones for her.
"Dean," Ty said softly. "It's not blame that falls on you."
"Then what is it?" Dean snapped at her.
Ty jumped back from the bed. She turned back to him with tears rolling down her face. She had never wanted to face this. Dean would never understand his part in all this until he came face to face with it.
"It's fate," Castiel said so Dean would turn his attention away from Ty. "The righteous man that starts it is the only one who can finish it."
Dean shook his head. Ty looked at him and noticed a tear run down his face. She longed to rush to him and explain everything. She even wanted to tell him that she knew about him being the one, but she couldn't bear to see the hurt that would come from that.
"I'm not strong enough," Dean said. "Alastair's right, I'm not all here."
Ty looked at him and a tear ran down her face. She knew Dean had changed since he went to hell. What could anyone expect? He hadn't really gone up against anything since they had been back, but that was playing it safe. She knew somewhere he still had the strength to do what was necessary.
"Dean, you will find that strength when the time is right," Ty said softy.
Dean looked at her and then at Castiel. He closed his eyes and tears ran down his face. "I guess I let both of our fathers down."
Ty growled and knocked a pack off the table. It landed with a hard crash, and the contents spilled everywhere. Ty noticed the little, brown book that Dean always had with him. She picked it up and tossed it on the bed.
"Your father was selfish, son of a bitch," Ty snarled. "He turned you both into soldiers and forgot that you were still human beings. I read that journal! I know what he did to you and to Sam. So, do us all a favor. Don't be like him!"
Ty quickly walked out of the room so Dean could not see how bad she was breaking down. She reached the hall and felt her knees go weak as she leaned against the wall. She looked up as someone came down the hall. It was Lily. She was putting her cell phone away with a somber expression.
"Bobby said he would help," Lily said. She wanted to ask how Dean was. However, Ty's tears told most of the story.
Ty nodded. "Now, we have to find Sam."
"Ty," Lily said softly. "Are you sure we should do this?"
Ty shook her head. "Do you know another way to save Sam from himself?"
