I giggled as he gave me a teasing smile, before we both turned to see an angry Sam.
"So, you judge me for drinking the blood of a demon but you chose to drink the blood of an angel and act like nothing's happened?" He questioned, in disbelief.
"Sam, there is a difference between a few fucking drops into a cup for a reason and sucking it down a alfresco willingly…" I growled.
He scoffed, a dark glint suddenly appearing in his eyes before looking back at me. "Lailah, you know nothing of the situation… so, back the fuck off." He growled.
"Hey, watch it, Sammy." Dean warned, before turning to me, concerned.
I gave him a reassuring smile before turning to answer Sam in the same tone he used with me. Fighting the sudden tempting need to touch Sam's forehead and chest.
"You're wrong, actually. Everything you have ever done as well as all of the people of this world, I know. Every. Single. Dirty. Detail. If I wanted to, I could tell you of how this is going to end but I won't, because this is supposed to happen." I replied calmly, looking up at him as Dean tensed beside me.
"You know nothing." He replied, taking a step back.
"Of course, I don't. Tell me, Sam how does it feel to constantly have to hide what you are truly feeling from everyone around you? Does your older brother know what you have been thinking for the last year and a half?" I asked, as the blood drained from his face and he lowered his head and looked away in pain. "I'll take that as a no." I replied before walking away.
"While watching you two argue has been intertwining, can you two ladies shake hands and get over it? We have a problem." Bobby snarks as he juts, his chin towards where Castiel is standing stiffly.
"He is right… We have a visitor." Castiel said, without looking away from the window.
"Who is it?" I asked, turning sharply towards him.
"Your father." He replied as he looked back at Dean and shook his head.
"He is not looking to fight. He is here to speak to Lailah." He continued to reply to our thoughts. " It's urgent." He added.
"I better go see what he wants." I muttered, as I stepped out of Dean's reach.
As I walked out, I could feel Dean following closely behind me. "I know what you're thinking. I am not trying to cause problems. I simply want to reassure that you won't do anything stupid." He said, as I scoffed. "And don't look at me that way, baby. I know how angry you are at the poor sap. I need reassurance that you won't reduce his ass to ash." He added, as he threw an arm around my shoulder.
"I wasn't going to do anything…" I muttered.
"You just argued with Sam about God knows what. You were angry. That doesn't change at the snap of your fingers." He pointed out.
I scoffed, ignoring his amusement as we finally reached Michael's location.
"Hello Lailah. Dean. I can't say this is a pleasant visit." He said, looking at me.
"It's never a pleasant visit, especially with you around. Now, why are you here, Michael?" I asked, ignoring his gasp as I called him by his given name.
"It's your mother. She's been taken by Asmodeus, I believe his name was." He explained.
"So, what does that mean? Why haven't you gone to get her? What did you do?" I asked, suddenly feeling anxious.
"I can't go because of the wards he has placed there. I've already tried. You can though… so can your new husband. He won't expect you three." He replied.
"How long has it been since he took her?" I asked him.
"Ten hours." He replied, flinching at my glare.
I shook my head in response before turning to Dean. "Go inform everyone of the situation, we need to leave immediately." I said, as I kept my gaze on Michael.
"On it." Dean replied, as he dropped his arm and ran to the house.
I waited until Dean disappeared before turning to look back at Michael, with narrowed eyes. "You have twenty seconds to explain to me why I shouldn't turn you to ash." I slowly said.
"Because you need me to get into that place." He replied.
"Wrong answer." I replied, as I threw a small ball of fire, and watched it hit his shoulder, ignoring his pained groans.
"Please. I am sorry…" he muttered as he clutched his wounded shoulder.
"I find the sight before me to be rather ironic to see." I commented, ignoring his apology.
"Please, forgive us. We truly are sorry." He groaned, again.
Right. I am sure they were. Now that I was important to them.
"How does it feel to beg and have your cries fall to deaf ears? I had hell fire coursing through my veins and you watched me beg, and cry as that sadistic son of a bitch tortured me, knowing fully well that that could have killed me. And now you want to tell me you two are sorry? Please, try another half assed apology. It may work..." I retorted, as I felt Castiel's presence behind me along with Dean's.
"Lailah, that's enough." He said, pulling me away.
I nodded, ignoring the groans as I stepped over Michael and walked over to where the Impala was parked.
"I wish I could believe you. I really do, but I just can't." I said before climbing into the back seat.
No one said a word as Dean drove out of the yard quickly as I stared out of the window.
Not even when Castiel wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and began to cry into his chest.