Song listened to: 'Speechless' by Naomi Scott
She stood slowly, rising from the ground with grace, clenching her fists at her sides as she turned to glare at the one opposing her with determination. Akeelah was strong, perhaps stronger then the other fledglings, and would never be known to have backed down from a challenge.
Castiel watched his young opponent wearily, having heard rumors of the power that was held under such young fingers, disbelieving that someone like her in her stature could be so much stronger then he. Him who had defied Heaven's archangels; who had locked the Prince and Morningstar back in the Cage in the Pit, he who had captured the Messenger and trapped in within a ring of holy fire, he who had killed the Healer with a snap of his fingers.
She was a mere fledgling, still so new to the world, unable to understand what needed to be done.
Behind her, letting the youth fight her own battles, but prepared to step in were the four Archangels. At their side stood the Captain of the Principalities and the Powers. Each watched as the fledgling stared up at him with hard, determined, eyes.
"You are wrong.", she shook her head, sharing her glare with the three of them as a whole, "So, so wrong. In so many ways."
"What could you possibly know?" Castiel waved a hand at her in dismissively "You are but a fledgling."
She pointed at her older friends behind her, "They help people." And the seraph shook his head flippantly "They are tyrants. They shouldn't have the power that they do. They are not fit for it."
"As opposed to you?" Akeelah did not take kindly to those who insulted her friends, and they were all hers, they cared for and protected her and she would damn well return the favor. Even if the words thrown at them did nothing more then amuse them, it angered her, and she was not known to keep her anger secret. "You, who nearly killed off an entire faction because they refused to stand behind you." She pointed a small accusatory finger at him harshly, "You, who would seek to kill us all if you little hairless pets asked you to."
"Hey!", Dean Winchester had to make his two cents known "These two pets saved the damn world!"
"No, you didn't, you fixed what you broke. None of that would have happened had you been strong enough. I love my master, and I don't want to see him go away again, but you wouldn't have had to 'save' the world if you hadn't broken it first." She threw her hands into the air "You make great big messes and expect everyone else to pick them up!" she pointed another finger at the seraph, "and you, you're the tyrant! So, stuck in what you think is right and wrong that you don't see the changes around you! No one needs you!" Zaveriel gave her a soft cheer from his place next to the Messenger, pumping his fist in the air in agreement, pointedly ignoring the pointed look his master shot his way "No one would miss you! And you turned your back on your family- "
"The Winchester's are my family."
"Then why do we help you!"
Her temper started getting the best of her, a glow started emanating from her fingers, and slowly began to climb down her arm as she allowed her grace to peek through. Castiel's eyes widened as he took a step back in confusion, fear mixing in when the room started to turn inward on itself, and the Winchesters began to cough.
Michael nodded to his Power, and he stepped forward, scooping his young friend up to cradle in his arms. The affect was instantaneous, the tension in the room released, as the fledgling was thoroughly distracted by the Mighty Captain whispering something in her ear and she giggled brightly as she reached up to poke him in the cheek. The beginning of a vacuum dropped out, the Winchesters coughing in breaths of air they had been losing, and Castiel stared at the fledgling thoughtfully.
Nisroc met his stare, thrusting his chin up to catch his attention, and pulled the fledgling in closer to himself, "Remember what I told you traitor. Those who stand to harm her, harm us all, and we are not ones to provoke. The fledgling is ours."
The four archangels nodded in agreement, sealing the others fate should he try and take her from them once more, the Council had convened in that moment and unanimously agreed on a ruling.