Harvelle Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural only Skylar and her human friends.
A/N: This chapter is Rated M for sexual content.
Chapter 58: Torn and Frayed
Skylar's POV
Things got a bit hectic at the house. When it was Sam and me, things were calm. Jesse made things interesting when he visited. However, having Mrs. Tran and Kevin over along with Garth, has become chaotic.
Mrs. Tran has been taking over my house. After two days of recovering. Mrs. Tran had Garth, and I go shopping from a list. There were ingredients she wanted to make dinner. It took all day to find the ingredients. And when we got back, we found Kevin on the porch with Riot announcing Mrs. Tran has been Blitz cleaning my house.
"Oh no," I said.
Since I had many runes and sigils that were herbed based. Along with off shade color paint. It was a trick I learned from another hunter. Garth realized this as we barged in. Instead of seeing Mrs. Tran cleaning off the sigils. She was on her hands and knees, deep cleaning the tile floor of the kitchen.
Mrs. Tran sat up, looking at me harshly, "When was the last time you properly clean these floors. I did one swifter, and it was still dirty."
"Mrs. Tran," I was baffled.
"Again, call me Linda." She corrected. "Also, I reorganized your pantry and everything else in the kitchen."
"Linda, you are a guest," I reminded her.
"Still, you have taken us in. It's the least I can do," Linda said. "Also, you had a few calls on photoshoots. I took the liberty to make the appointments and checking your schedule. Senior pictures and all. Oh, and a baby one."
"You did what?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Don't worry, it's at their houses," Linda assured.
I was speechless. How can Linda do all this within eight hours of Garth and I being out of the house running errands? I glanced at Kevin, who gave an apologetic look.
"Let's all take a nice long deep breath," Garth said, trying to handle the situation.
I took a deep breath, "I'm going upstairs to freshen up."
Linda collected the groceries, "Dinner will be ready in two hours."
I only nodded as I went upstairs.
After getting upstairs, I changed into more comfortable clothing, washing my face, and laid on the bed. At first, I grabbed my tablet and chose a book to read to clear my head. Anything that wasn't supernatural. Although, I blame Cheryl for introducing me to Harlequin books. When I got to the graphic romance scenes, my mind would wander off, daydreaming about Sam and me.
I practically bit my lip, before groaning turning the tablet off. Grabbing a pillow and burying my head into it, I silently scream.
"Skylar, you sad mare," I grumbled.
There was a knock on the door, for it was Garth, "Hey Skylar, Linda said dinner is ready."
"Thanks, Garth, I'll be down in a moment," I told him.
"Okey dokey," Garth said.
I took several breaths to calm my nerves before coming downstairs. There was an overwhelming aroma of spices. My mouth literally water as I came over to the dining room to find the table decorated with different Chinese foods I haven't seen before. Not the American-Chinese cuisine, but actual authentic Chinese. Garth eyed the food the same as Kevin.
"Linda, this looks amazing," I complimented.
"I thought a traditional home cook meal is in order," Linda smiled as she sat down. "Not that Panda Express crap."
"Still, Mom, you haven't cooked like this in a long time," Kevin said.
Linda smiled, "Now, are there any food allergies. I did use oyster sauce and peanuts."
"Nope, I'm good," Garth said.
"Same," I confirmed.
"Good," Linda said. "Let's eat."
And just like that, we were savoring the flavors and spices. The meats were juicy, the spices were just right… as long as you don't eat the peppers. And I dare say, it was good. Sad the Winchesters weren't here to try the food.
The following weeks continued well. Kevin had taken the shed to be his quiet place to look into half of the tablet. At first, it seemed fine. However, on hot days being Texas, Kevin moved the location to the basement. Linda would come down to help; however, she started to get a bit Tiger mom or overly protective, that the two nearly fight.
Garth tried his best to keep the peace; however, things were getting out of hand. Yet Garth had his own cases to deal with and helping other hunters. Garth appreciated using my library when looking into the lore and monsters. I had taken Linda with me for work. She helps me with photography or become my secretary dealing with the books. Hell, she went the extra mile and filed my taxes. Found a way to save me money.
Time continued on as the holidays came and went. As we celebrated Christmas with the Trans. It took a lot of energy to make Kevin take a break. For he needed it; otherwise, we might need to take him to an eye doctor for glasses. So, locking the tablet up for a week, we celebrated Christmas. I've sent the Winchesters extra money in their allowances to get something for themselves. On Christmas Day, the Winchesters have mailed me a Christmas gift. Dean sent me a novelty shirt that read: Go Ahead Underestimate Me That'll Be Fun. Sam also sent me a gift being a necklace with an oval pendant. Mrs. Tran examined the stone, saying it was obsidian. A gem is known for helping people understand other people's thoughts, clairvoyance, spiritual contact, and repels negative thoughts.
Having Christmas with the Trans made me think about the Christmas I had with Sam. The traditions we tried to start. How he tried to hook up the tree to the car. His terrible singing of Christmas carols. If not spiking the eggnog a bit too much. How we would cuddle on the couch,
watching Christmas movies. Sam was not a massive fan of Christmas, but he tried for me.
Unfortunately, peace has come to an end. Linda had pushed Kevin's buttons that he can't handle her presence. Therefore, I took the courtesy to find a place for Linda. It was a week traveling between Andry County, Ector County, Loving County, and Crane County. Until Linda found a city, she felt comfortable. She was most likely to get a job. I assured Linda to send her money and paid the first sixth months of rent. By then, we hoped that the Demon problem will be resolved.
When I got back, Kevin was cooking some hot dogs.
"Thanks, Skylar. I truly appreciate what you do for us," Kevin said.
I sighed, going over to the bar and pulled out a Hard Mikes Lemonade, "Just promise me to call your mother now and then."
"I'll try," Kevin promised.
"Found anything?" I asked.
"There's something, but I can't tell for sure," he answered. "It's like trying to read the tablet without glasses. When they're whole, it's easy. But now."
"Yeah, I know that feeling when reading old Latin text," I agreed.
Kevin nodded with a small smile, "Still, how did you truly get involved in this."
"Like I said before, I grew up in the hunter community, although I started out as a researcher," I explained.
"But how did you become a hunter?" he asked.
I took a large swig of my drink and sighed, "family ties along with the apocalypse. I promised myself that would be it. The whole Lucifer thing is over. I go back to being a normal girl who does the books for hunters. Had a year of living."
"So, what changed?" he asked.
I bit my lip then sighed, "There are times you can't deny your nature. I'm fortunate enough to have Bobby and the Winchesters. You be surprised how many times they saved me."
"Yeah," he agreed.
I nodded, "Need me to go over notes?"
"Um, not yet," he said.
"Well, then you take a real shower while I cook an actual meal that is a proper cut of meat and
not mixed leftovers," I told him.
Kevin chuckled, staring at his appearance. I've noticed his annual routine, which is not a healthy one. As Kevin would wake up at five in the morning, in the basement by 5:30, eats when I stop down to deliver food and snacks. I barely get to see him out of his cave until midnight when I literally had to drag him to bed with some melatonin and herbal tea. He is asleep by one o'clock. Not a healthy routine, as I try to help in his research. Making sure he eats real food, medicine, practically anything.
As Kevin went upstairs to shower. I made some crispy parmesan chicken, with garlic herb couscous, and roasted green beans. Along with handmade raspberry lemonade and double-check on what sweets we had.
When Kevin came down, we loaded our plates and went to the living room. We sat on the couch as Kevin scrolls through the Netflix account to see what options there are. Riot sitting at our feet relaxing. For once, it was calm. I took a bite of chicken, waiting for Kevin's pick, then glanced out through the window. For a second, I thought I saw Sam standing there.
"What about this one?" Kevin asked.
I blinked, looking at Kevin, "Huh?"
"Um, this movie?" he pointed out.
"Sure," I said, glancing towards the TV and window. "Whatever floats your boat."
I glanced past the window to find no one was there. For a moment, I thought I saw Sam. I bit my lip, trying to remember the last minute, then gave up going back to my meal. We continued to eat, but I was deep in thought, for I swear I thought I saw Sam. After an hour of eating and dessert, I did the dishes while convincing Kevin to go to bed early.
As I was doing the dishes, I got this feeling and pulled out my laptop. It took some time to warm up before going to the bank accounts to see which card Sam was using. What I found proved my theory, discovering a gas bill and motel fees.
.o0o.
Winchester's POV
Sam was not happy. Hell, he was beyond pissed that if he sees Dean right now, he might punch him. Then again, things have been rough between Sam and Dean, ever since the whole Benny incident. It brought tension that Dean would trust a Vampire, except he didn't have the same thought for Amy being Kitsune.
So, Sam called in a favor from another hunter name Martin to check on it. Although Dean wasn't happy and tried to convince Martin to leave Benny alone. Let alone people were dying from vampire attacks. That was when Sam got the text from Skylar being in distress. Knowing Skylar doesn't have the same fight anymore, he stopped what he was doing and drove all day and night to get to Kermit, Texas. When he arrived at the house, he stopped to find Skylar and Kevin were doing fine, eating at the couch about to watch a movie. Sam was utterly confused and quickly left, knowing Skylar was still mad at him.
He stopped at the other side of the city over getting a motel, gas, and a place to eat. At a bar, he was drinking a beer, trying to figure out what just happened. The text read: Sam, I need your help. Come Quick.
Until he remembered Skylar prefers calling when there is an emergency. And when she does text, she always dropped the punctuation. Along with a key initial. SW. She still did SW to be quick for an emergency and to call her back.
When Sam checked the contact, he realized Skylar's cellphone number had changed, no longer being a Columbus Ohio number starting with 614. Instead, the number on his phone began with 210, a San Antonio number.
Bitterly he called the number to discover it was a trick from Dean. Dean announced Martin was dead. Killed by Benny, which Dean claims to be self-defense. Furious, Sam had hung up, not wanting to hear the full details. He was angry that Dean sided with a vampire.
Anyway, he finished his drink and went to the motel to rest.
The following day, he spent the day contemplating what to do. Right now, he can't be stuck in the Impala with Dean. So, either he goes back to Kermit to help out the team or drives for a bit. During lunch, the velvet box was on the table. Sam stared at it, remembering how he planned to propose. The evening was going so well, their random conversation, the meal, and there he was, heart on his sleeve about to propose…until her phone rang playing Ramble… Dean's assigned ringtone. Follow by a security notification at Rufus's cabin.
He debated if he should have proposed back at the house. But after finding Kevin and Skylar learning the truth, it was no longer a good time. Sam knew he screwed up. It seems like every time he wanted to protect Skylar; he was only hurting her with the lies. There were so many lies he made. Many times, Dean and he took Skylar for granted. Along with the mistakes, which resulted in her getting hurt. Seeing the scars Dick marked her with was a constant reminder of what she went through.
Sam sighed, putting the velvet box away. By evening, he had taken out and a bottle of beer. The TV was on playing a talk show. He pulled out a can of beer and watched a documentary of the old west.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Sam got up and went to answer it to find Dean standing there. Not even a second, Sam closed the door but stop letting Dean in.
"Who did you expect?" Dean asked.
Sam rubbed his face allowing Dean to make the distance, "Long drive?"
"Well, I wouldn't have to make it if you hadn't have hung up on me," Dean countered.
"Yeah, well, I heard all I needed to hear," Sam said.
"No, you heard what you wanted to hear," Dean corrected. "I told you Benny wasn't killing. Hell, I watched him end the fangbanger that was."
"How about Martin? How did he end that?" Sam asked.
"Stupid – just I said it would," Dean answered. "Crazy son of a bitch didn't give Benny a choice. It was self-defense."
"Seriously, Dean?" Sam asked, stepping forward, angry. "That's the story you're going with? That the vampire was the real victim here?"
"Hey, like it or not, that's the truth, okay?" Dean replied. "There was a time when that actually meant something."
"Yeah, yeah. No kidding."
Dean took offense, "What does that mean?"
"You think this is just about Benny?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"What the hell do you think I'm talking about?"
It took Dean a moment, "Skylar? Oh, come on, man. I sent you that text 'cause I needed you to – to—"
"You needed me to what?" Sam demanded. "To tear ass to Texas? To be afraid that what happened to Jessica, what happened to . . . everybody that we care about might have happened to her."
"You were gonna kill Benny. What was I supposed to do?" Dean asked.
"Is that what we are?" Sam countered. "You save a vampire by making me believe that the woman I love might be dead? Did you forget I watched her counterpart die in the other universe? Or when Crowley stabbed her in the back, and she nearly died? You didn't see the blood."
Dean sighed, for he never thought about that. He kind of forgot how close to death Skylar was after Dick exploded, thanks to Crowley. Dean thought she was injured, not dying. And thinking back to the short visits after escaping purgatory, he recalled Skylar doing laundry only to stop because her back was hurting and Sam took over. Seeing the scar in a vital area. Still, Sam crossed the line with Benny.
"What do you want to hear, Sam?" Dean asked.
Sam stared at him in disbelief.
"That I was wrong? Fine. I was wrong. Okay? But if you'd have just heard me out, if you'd have trusted me, all of this could have been avoided."
Sam shook his head, "You didn't want me to trust you. You wanted me to trust Benny, and I can't do that."
Dean sighed, turning around, "Okay. Okay, well, then, what the hell do we do now?"
Sam scoffed, "That depends. It depends on you. On whether or not you're done with him."
"Well, honestly, I don't know," Dean confessed, as he faced Sam.
Sam glared at him.
"Glad I made the drive," Dean muttered, walking out of the motel.
Sam stood there.
Seems Dick won and destroyed their family and took everyone's trust.
That seems to be the problem.
Trust…or lack thereof.
.o0o.
Skylar's POV
I told Kevin I would be gone for a few days and to make sure to feed Riot. Of course, I put a few alarms on his phone and second phone. Also, have ready meals at the ready for him to eat. Afterward, I drove to the motel right outside of Kermit. Out of all the motels, he went back to the one he worked at.
For five minutes, I waited in the car, thinking of a strategy. Next, I got out of the car going to the front desk to see Everett chill at the front desk watching TV. He stared up, and his eyes went wide.
"Skylar, is that you?" Everett asked, surprised.
"Hey Everett, it's been a while," I replied with a smile. "How's your dad?"
"He's doing much better now," he answered. "Took Ma for a small anniversary getaway."
He made a disgusted face.
I chuckled, "Well, I hope they are having a good time. Say, did Sam drop by?"
"Actually, he's here? What happened? Did you kick him out?" he asked.
"Somethin' along them terms, but I want to talk to him," I answered.
"You're not gonna have a fight, are ya?" he asked.
"No, no fighting," I promised.
"Well, he's in room 118," he announced.
"Thanks, Everett," I smiled before leaving.
I headed over to room 118 and knocked on the door. A moment later, Sam answered it as his green eyes widen, surprised to see me.
I bit my lip then said, "You forget that I have access to all cards." I then entered the room. "Also, why were you peeping at my window?"
Sam scoffed," 'Peeping.' You make it sound so, uh . . ."
"Stalker-ish?" I finished.
Sam walked around me to grab the remote off the couch to turn off the TV.
I went down to business, "Are we gonna have the whole conversation with me finishing your sentences?"
Sam chuckled, giving a small smile.
"So, why are you here?" I asked, gesturing to the motel.
"It's not what it looks like," Sam explained. "I -I thought you were in trouble – that you had –" he then chuckled, "It doesn't matter. You're okay."
"Let me guess, Dean?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered.
"You two fighting again?" I asked.
Sam sighed and nodded.
"Why am I not surprised," I sighed. "And here you are. What am I supposed to do with that?"
"Give me five seconds, and I'll be gone. I didn't come here to make trouble for you," he said stuttering. "I-I came because . . ."
"You cared?" I finished walking closer. "See that? I just did it again – and it wasn't even clairvoyance."
Soon I was standing right in front of him. Sam stared at my eyes; no doubt able to see my anger has simmered on him. I still loved Sam. Despite his mistakes, I know it was out of good faith. Hopefully, once we sealed the demons, we can get back to our lives.
"Yeah, I care," Sam murmured.
"I care, too," I murmured. "You knucklehead."
Sam leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. Without a word, Sam gathered me in his arms. I was mad, and I loved him. Sam could sense that, as he put all of his emotions in the kiss. He took my shoulders and pushed me away just enough so that the tips of our noses touch.
"I love you," he murmured.
I kissed him then, the smell of soap and laundry mixed together. Aching heat coursed through me, but it was more than simple desire. I yearned for this moment to last and no more complications between us.
Sam returned the kiss, deepening it. I arched into his embrace; the line of my body curved into his. My fingers dug into his shirt, then sought the buttons, unbuttoning them, before getting to the hems of his undershirt, running my fingers through the curves of his chest.
I drew instant of the kiss, tasting his lips, tongue, and the sweetness of his need.
He released a breath in a sound of wordless surprise. It made me chuckled as I kissed his neck. Securing an arm, Sam sat down on the bed as I straddled him. My fingers strayed to his belt, undoing it and pulling it off. Then back to his shirts, together we pulled his shirts off. Sam then went to take my shirt off, along with the bra. He took a moment to bury his face into my breasts before his hands went down to deal with my jeans. Quickly, I had to kick off my sneakers as we worked together to get my jeans and underwear off. The more impatient we got, the clumsier our fingers were.
Sam sat up straight and leaned forward to kiss my breast. I cradle his head as he suckled one breast, then the other. He cupped me, kneading gently and then not so gently, bringing the pooling desire in my womb to hot, liquid acid. Sam knew my body, understood precisely what made me respond.
He flipped us over so he was on top; he slid a hand to my hip, his palm warm and pleasantly abrasive. He hooked my knee, drawing it over his thigh so that space between us disappeared. Then he found my mouth with his. A hot, aching pressure grew inside my chest. I felt giddy and mixed emotions. I broke the kiss seeking air. Sam kissed my temple before claiming my ear. I put a hand on his cheek, my fingers exploring the shape of his cheekbone.
Sam leaned down to his elbows, practically covering me. He traced the curves of my breast, cupping them with care. He slid a thumb around my nipple, rolling it until it ached. Instinctively, I pushed to his touch, needing the pressure of him. I pressed against him until I could feel his heartbeat. I slid a hand towards his shaft, which lay hard and thick against him, but he pushed my hand away.
"No, not yet," he murmured.
This time the kiss demanded more, his tongue teasing until a spark caught fire deep inside. I shivered as his long fingers glided to the inside of my thigh, working their way up. I inhaled sharply as the fingers stroked the curls and folds, working that it caused me to squirmed. A desperate gasped escaped my lips as his finger slipped inside me. I felt the slide of wetness as I pushed up, seeking more.
"That's it," he murmured.
He stroked and coaxed, sliding in a second finger as my hips rolled, seeking more. I was on fire until Sam curled his fingers up, striking my G-spot, causing me to come. I climaxed, digging my fingers into his shoulders as my body trembled. My walls capturing his fingers. Sam pressed his thumb along my clit, soothing my orgasm while kissing along my neck.
When I returned to my senses, I stared at Sam, who pulled back, giving a smile. Not wanting to end right there, I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him close. Sam took the hint as he claimed my lips. At the same time, he pushed himself inside me. I gasped, arching back against the mattress. There was a lot to take in, for it has been many months. Every stroke easing in more and more until every nerve of my body sang. He thrust again and again, and I had to clench my teeth to keep from crying out. Sam pressed his mouth over mine, swallowing my moans as he found all the right places.
Minutes later, he brought us both to a shuddering climax.
However, we were not done.
As I flipped us over. Sam stared at me with a grin as I started walking against him. Feeling as he began to harden again. I moaned, feeling his member thicken and filling me. It doesn't stop me as I moved my hips, hands clinging to his shoulders for support. Sam lends aid as he grasped my waist, thrusting up now and then. I gasped; he struck the sensitive spot.
Our body speeding up, gaining momentum to move in and out. Sam changed our position to be on his knees, supporting me pressed to his body. Securing me there, as he nestles inside me, dominating as if desperate to seek release.
"Sam," I gasped, scratching his back.
"Skylar," he groaned.
I moaned each time he plunged inside me. Each thrust had my body inviting him back in. Pushing him back down, I moved my lips, lifting them to accept and hide him. My mind was traveling everywhere, feeling only him. My walls trembling, sensing another orgasm coming. Sam sensed this as he moved a hand to claim my clit, fiddling it. Unable to hold it, I came again, falling on top of him. Sam maneuver legs, groping my ass as his thrust became erratic, practically hard and deep until he came as well.
We were a sweaty mess.
I felt his semen coat my womb but weren't afraid. I was on birth control and knew Sam has been faithful. When we became serious, he even got tested just to be safe if Soulless Sam wasn't. We were both Clean. Exhausted, I remained on top of Sam as he rubbed my back.
After a while, we ended up going for a few rounds until we were both sated.
It was late in the afternoon when I climbed out of bed, putting on his flannel shirt before going to the bathroom. Once done using the toilet and cleaning myself up, I came out leaning against the door frame staring at Sam. Sam laid on his side, the sheets covering his lower half.
There was a lot that needed to be discussed.
"It's official – I hate motels," I announced. "Say something."
Sam looked at me, "What would you like me to say? 'That was great'? 'What was . . . a mistake'?"
I sighed, "I don't know."
Sam sat up, "I understand."
"Do you?" I asked, walking over. "Do you understand how hurt I was by the lies you told me? How I spent months trying to search for Dean, Castiel, and Kevin. How I mourned for Kevin when you said he died and was possessed by a demon…knowing my clairvoyance was out of whack."
I sat down on the bed next to him.
"I know," he said, looking down ashamed.
"And do you know you're the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing before I go to sleep," I confessed, cradling his cheek? "It's tough to let something like that go."
"Yeah," Sam agreed, knowing from experience.
"I'm still mad. It's shrinking. But I'm not mad enough to stop loving you," I said.
"Are you saying you're gonna give me another chance?" he asked.
"I am," I answered. "But you got a lot of making up to do." As I poked him in the chest, "A lot of making up to do. If we are going to be a thing, you can't keep secrets like that from me again. No more giving up on our family. As much as Dean is a pain in the ass."
Sam snorted from that.
"I'm serious," I said.
Sam took my hand and kissed my knuckles, "I promise."
"I love you, Sam," I murmured.
"I love you, too," he replied. "We'll get through this. Once the demons are sealed away, things will get better. I promise."
I nodded, laying down, and cuddled up to Sam. He wrapped an arm around me. I guess it was customary for couples to be this angry and get into serious fights. To be mad at someone. Overtime, wounds heal, and trust slowly grows back. It will take a while to be back where we were. Hopefully, once the demons are gone, things will get better.
.o0o.
The following morning, we dropped off the rental Sam got from Louisiana and drove around in the Wagoneer. Sam told me what happened back in Carencro, a vampire case. Once Sam told Dean side of the story, I shook my head and said, "You and Dean are a bunch of idjits." Sam took offense until I lectured him about not all monsters are all bad. Reminding him of Sienna and Tony, with their ranch of monster kids. Along with Amy Pond, whose son is attending to.
Sam sighed, he was still mad. I think the issue is that Dean had more trust with a vampire than anyone else in the last year. Especially when Dean didn't tell Sam about Benny, let alone the vampire bit. There are some monsters you can trust, and others, it's complicated. Vampires need to thrive on blood. Meanwhile, most humanoid monsters need a human piece once a month. And since monsters are adapting, it's hard.
After the heated conversation, we stopped at a local park where our favorite café was. We grabbed some kolaches and drinks before going to the park. We sat down at a bench, enjoying our brunch in peaceful silence.
Once we finished, I got up to throw away the trash before coming back to discover a startled Sam with Castiel.
"Watching humanity – it never gets old, does it?" Castiel casually asked. He was holding a sack.
"Castiel, what are you doing here?" I asked.
"I need your help," Castiel answered. "The angel Samandriel… he's been taken."
I gasped, "You found Alfie?"
"Yes," Castiel confirmed. "Crowley. Samandriel is being held in the general vicinity of Hastings, Nebraska. Dean and I found it, and Kevin is helping us make demon bombs. But I need your guys' help."
"Will you expel Samandriel from Alfie's body?" I asked.
"The mission is to get both your friend and mine out," Castiel answered.
"We're in," Sam said.
I nodded in agreement. It was a struggle to find Alfie through magic, and my clairvoyance only showed what the vessel was going through. Now here is our chance to get Alfie and bring him home. Quickly we got in the Wagoneer and drove back to the house. Castiel continues to explain the situation.
The moment we got home; we enter the house to find Kevin working at the table while Dean was staring at the wall covered in Kevin's translations while throwing a wrapper. Dean had turned around…
"I got what we need," Castiel announced.
"Oh, it's about time," Dean said, then stopped to see Sam. "What's he doing here?"
Sam took a deep breath, "Don't worry, Dean. Once we save Alfie, I'm out."
"Oh, once 'we' save Alfie. Don't hurt yourself, Sam," Dean bitterly replied. "Cass and I can handle it."
"Not according to Cass," Sam countered.
"I told you we didn't need him," Dean talked to Castiel.
Castiel set his things on the table, irritated, "We need everything, Dean. And I need both of you, as you say, to stow your crap. Can you do that?
My eyes widen, not expecting that from the angel. Everyone was surprised to see how serious, if not annoyed, the angel was. Yet Sam and Dean eyed each other.
"You too, stop acting like a bunch of idjits," I lectured.
Sam sighed and nodded, except for Dean.
.o0o.
We spent the next few hours making Demon bombs, as well as getting the supplies for the mission. I made sure I had the Colt and bullets at the ready. Once we were done, Kevin stayed at the house with Riot. Simultaneously, the rest of us were teleported to Hastings, Nebraska, where the Impala was. Castiel and Dean rode in the front while Sam and I were in the back.
It won't be until nightfall did, we arrived outside the factory. We all got out as we glance at the location, seeing some demons on patrol.
Castiel was the first to speak, "So, there are four main points of warding – north, south, east, and west – and four Enochian symbols," as he took a sharpie and draw on Sam's hand. "Like this, that you need to destroy before I can enter."
"Okay, so, what?" Dean asked. "We go in, take care of the hell mooks, and you extract the angel?"
"Yes," Castiel confirmed. "After killing so many, I need to save at least this one."
"And get my friend back," I added.
"Sounds like a plan," Sam agreed.
"Okay," Dean said, pulling out Ruby's knife. "Let's do this."
"Wait. Here," Castiel stopped Sam handing him an angel blade. "This doesn't just work on angels. It kills demons, too."
Sam took the blade, "Thanks, Cass."
Sam and Dean took a deep breath and made their way over to the vicinities. Meanwhile, Castiel
and I remained with the Impala. We waited, I sensed something was off with Castiel. It was not the same when he was mutated angel as death put it, nor possessed by the Leviathans. He seemed more off, not like a fish out of water. The seeking for atonement was real, yet when he talked about Samandriel, it felt off. As if someone else was giving him lines.
I stared at Castiel, noticing how tired he looked. There were bags under his eyes, and his skin seemed a bit pale. Now Angels don't sleep unless they are severely injured. However, as I glanced at him, I've noticed his right eye seemed a bit loose, the eyelids near the tear duct appeared slightly larger than usual.
"They'll find them," I assured Castiel.
"I know they will. I just hope we are not too late," the angel said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Castiel opened his mouth to speak but stopped going blank for a moment, and shook his head, "I just hope Crowley hasn't damaged your friend's vessel."
I scowled when hearing that.
Then there was something that was bugging me, "Do you know an angel name Naomi?"
Castiel stared at me, confused. He was about to speak then stop, before shaking his head, "No. There are many angels. I don't know them all."
"Oh, okay," I said.
Twenty minutes later, Castiel sighed, "The warding is gone."
In a blink of an eye and hearing wings flapping, Castiel was gone. I waited at the Impala with the Colt in hand. I would have gone inside, yet the guys agreed that I should stay in the car. My objective is to calm Samandriel down. When the angel leaves, Alfie will have a familiar face there to explain everything. As I waited, I saw the demons rushing inside the factory.
Time continued until Castiel returned with Samandriel. The angel was severely injured, as blood coated his uniform. The angel stumbled as I caught him.
"Easy, don't stress yourself," I told Samandriel.
The angel looked at me, surprised, "Skylar."
I nodded, "It's okay. You're safe now."
Samandriel shook his head as he grabbed onto me desperately.
"I'm taking you home," Castiel assured.
"No. You can't take me back there, Castiel," Samandriel managed to say, still holding onto me.
"Why not?" Castiel asked.
"You don't understand," Samandriel said in a panic. "I told Crowley… things – things he shouldn't have known. He got to our coding, our secrets – secrets I didn't even know we had!"
"What's secrets?" I asked.
"Heaven, Naomi," Samandriel explained, absolutely frighten.
"No. W-who's Naomi?" Castiel asked, utterly confused.
"Who is –" Samandriel stopped realizing something as his grip on me tighten. "Listen to me.
Listen to me closely. I've been there. I know! They're controlling us, Castiel!"
"What do you mean?" Castiel demanded then froze.
Samandriel saw this and turned to me. He placed his hand on my forehead, speaking telepathy, "Skylar, listen closely. Do not trust an angel. Not even Castiel or Naomi. There is another tablet.
One that is far more powerful that if anyone gets a hand on it, it would be the end of the heavenly host and all the souls."
"You need to escape now," I whispered.
"I can't. I'm too weak to leave the vessel," Samandriel freaked.
Thinking quickly, noticing the keys still in the ignition, I tried to get Samandriel in the car. I need to get him away from Castiel before he snaps out from his daze. I managed to get the door open to get the injured angel inside. Just as we about to get in, Castiel grabbed me, tossing me across the road. I banged my head hard on the concrete. Pain consumed me as I tried to sit up.
Castiel took a second angel blade he hid in his coat, pulling it out, as he grabbed Samandriel and stabbed the angel in the chest. Samandriel cried out in agony as white light burst from his wounds, eyes, and mouth—the stab killing the angel.
"No!" I screamed.
Castiel helped the vessel down while removing the angel blade. I desperately tried to get up, except my head injury made it difficult. Everything was spinning. Through the haze, I saw Castiel froze into position like he was in a trance.
"Sky!" Sam called out, rushing over to me. He helped me up as I touch the side of my head, finding blood. "What the hell happened?"
"He was compromised," Castiel said flatly, staring at Dean. "He came at us. I killed him in self-defense."
"Liar!" I yelled.
The boys stared at me, then back to Castiel. There, on his right eye, blood was seeping from his tear duct.
"Cass, you okay?" Dean asked cautiously.
Castiel wiped the blood off his cheek, unfrazzled by it, "My vessel must have been damaged in the melee. I have to go. Samandriel's remains belong in heaven.
"No," I exclaimed, trying to get up.
I pulled out the Colt, ready to kill Castiel for murdering Alfie and Samandriel. The Colt can't kill archangels, but hopefully, it can kill angels. As I was about to pull the trigger, Sam stopped me.
"Sky, wait," Dean tried to calm me down.
"Thank you both…" Castiel said, his personality off. "for everything you've done."
"Cass!" Dean shouted.
Castiel touched Alfie's body and disappeared. My body shook as I pounded into Sam's chest, screaming at him for letting Castiel go. Sam just held me, accepting the beating until exhaustion took over.
"He killed them," I sobbed into his chest.
Dean came over, "Sky, don't say anything until we are in a safe place."
I sobbed into Sam's chest. The boys got me inside the Impala, as Dean drove. I sobbed, crying for losing another friend. Alfie was innocent. He was held hostage by demons and angels, all because he knew me. And now Alfie and Samandriel are murdered. How am I going to explain this to Cheryl? Sam suggested I sleep, except I couldn't. I lost track of time as night slowly turned into day.
We had returned to Texas. Sam carried me back inside as Dean held the door. They set me down on the couch. Sam got up as he went to the downstairs bathroom to get the first aid kit. He gave it to Dean, who started treating my head wound while Sam grabbed the spray-paint from under the sink and painted the angelic sigil on the door.
"Okay. That should do it," Sam announced. "Cass can't see or hear us now."
"Okay, what the hell?" Dean demanded.
"I know," Sam agreed, then came over to check my injuries, seeing the bruises forming on my arms.
Dean got up and faced us, "I told you something was off with him since he got back from purgatory."
"So, what, you think someone's messing with him or something?" Sam asked. "Who? Angels?"
"Naomi," I answered.
Both stared at me.
"Samandriel mentioned not to trust any angels, not even Castiel or Naomi before he died," I said.
"Why would the angels have him kill another angel?" Dean asked.
"Because Crowley figured out how to get inside their head. He tortured Samandriel and figured out a secret. A dangerous secret." I answered.
"What is that?" Dean asked.
"I… I'm not sure. Samandriel mentioned an artifact," I said. I couldn't remember what it was, because of the head injury. "A very powerful artifact that no one should get their hands on."
"What kind of artifact?" Sam asked.
I stared at both Winchesters, "The one that can harm the heavenly host and all the souls in heaven."
Both Sam and Dean stared at me with wide eyes.
Once more, we can no longer trust angels.
Skylar truly doesn't like angels now.
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