LAPD Case 1653-B Chapter 4, a supernatural fanfic

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Dean could not believe this. Cas was cornered and he came up with the stupidest line in all of creation to try to save his own ass. Angel of the Lord, really? For his sake, he hoped Cas knew what he was doing.

"Angel….." The ring leader hissed under her breath. "Perfect….."

The group of witches looked back and forth to one another trying to gauge the truth of the man's words. This was insane. Were angels a real thing?

"You can't be serious?" One of the women muttered quietly.

The lead witch jerked toward the other, her darkened gaze immediately quieting any other arguments. Her hairspray stiff and cropped hair bounced harshly as she jerked back to the officer.

"Castiel is it?" She crooned with false sweetness to her tone. "What business does an Angel have here?"

Cas did his best to keep his expression even. Gabriel was much better thinking on his feet in situations like this. He could feel all their eyes drilling holes into him. Now was not the time to slip up.

"I came because I felt a large power pooling in this place." Cas reasoned, hoping he wouldn't slip up as he spoke. "Investigation was deemed necessary."

The lead witch's eyes lit up. She nervously dusted off her designer blouse and stepped up to him.

"Of course, we ARE powerful. Hardly anything else can compete, especially with our trump card."

Cas tilted his head slightly wondering what she meant. He was already past ready to leave this place. These women made him incredibly uncomfortable. He could see why Sam and Dean didn't like dealing with witches. They spoke and acted just like anyone else, but they had a psychotic side that made him want to push off these kinds of people to the analyst department. He wasn't trained to handle people like this. Looking back even a few weeks ago, he'd think he was crazy for being in a situation like this.

"Yes." He continued to say. "This is why I have come to investigate."

The woman preened. She placed an overly manicured hand on his tan overcoat and led him toward the group of witches.

"I'm so glad you did, dear."

Castiel could hardly keep his inner thoughts in check. He was damn glad that he could keep a tough outer expression when he legitimately felt like screaming into the abyss and running the hell away. It didn't help that a clammy clawed hand was stuck to his arm. The sound of the older woman's ranting was dull buzz in his ear. Suddenly, the pull stopped. Cas looked up from the clawed hand on his arm and he almost felt his heart stutter to a stop. A young blonde haired teen stood across from him, his baby blue eyes staring at him in a very innocent way.

"This is Jack." The woman said "He's our newest initiate and will be privy to your power."

Cas didn't know what to say. This young man was hardly a man at all. He was just a child. What were these crazy bitches thinking?

Dean grumbled under his breath from his post. Shit was just getting worse and worse. He needed to put a bullet in that tacky cow's brain and get the hell out of here with Cas before shit got worse. Dean was getting deep into his inner monologue when a familiar voice startled him.

"Dean, what the hell is Cas doing down there?"

Dean nearly screamed when he realized his brother was standing next to him. For Christ's sake, where did he come from? Maybe his hunting skills were getting rusty? Gabriel followed up closely behind his giant of a brother. Was everyone here?

"Shit." Gabriel muttered quietly. "This is bad….so bad…"

"What are we going to do, Dean?" Sam whispered hurriedly. "He's going to get himself and that kid killed."

Gabriel flinched at the thought of losing Cassie. He couldn't go through that feeling again. It would kill him.

"I have to go help him."

The smaller man slipped by Sam before he could stop him. Fucking hell.

The droning of the tacky witch seemed to go on forever. She held onto both Castiel and the young kid leading them to a clearing between the group of witches.

"There is only one component we are missing. You see…we lack a certain push for our spell to be complete. Jack here is a willing member, but he…"

Both Jack and Cas stepped into the chalked mark, not sure how to react to the woman's words. This felt bad, very bad. It felt like the other women were swallowing up all the personal space and making him feel claustrophobic. Castiel tried to even his breathing out. He could feel an anxiety attack trying to rear its ugly head. He glanced up at the kid across from him, feeling terrible for what fresh hell they had got into. Jack's big blue eyes met his and Cas had the urge to protect the kid. He didn't know why, but he couldn't sit by and let this happen to Jack.

"Now, we can begin."

Cas turned to the woman. He made a move to ask what she meant when a bright light like a thousand candles began to glow at his feet. The blinding light burned his eyes as he reached out to grab the kid.

"For fucks sake! Cas! Get the hell out of there!"

Gabriel's loud shout rang through the crowd of women. Cas could hardly see his partner over the blinding light threatening his vision. Gabe scrabbled through the crowd and gripped Cas' coat just as everything went to hell.

Everything was white. A loud shrill ring was all that Cas could hear. It felt like an eternity. The blaring ringing tone slowly turned into a sound the officer could recognize. It sounded like screaming, screaming of a boy. What was happening? Castiel groaned. His vision was just now coming back when the yelling had stopped. Hands were tugging at his shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position. He hadn't realized he had been knocked to the floor. Everything was moving in slow motion and he felt like a he had stepped into a WWII battlefield.

"CAS! We need to move! Grab the kid!"

Gabe's voice warbled and banged around in his head. Slowly, everything came into focus. The witches had vanished. He didn't know how. There were upwards to fifty people here not seconds ago…..minutes….hours. He didn't know. Dean and Sam yelled, running down the broken staircase to where they were. The two brothers stared, eyes wide, shock evident on their faces. Something wasn't right.

Castiel reached out to the kid on his knees, head burrowed into his hands. He looked like he was in pain.

"Jack….J-Jack…."

A heavy feeling on Castiel's back nearly threw him off balance. What was that? Cas pulled at Jack's arm, pulling the child into his arms. He had to do something. He had to protect this kid.

"Cas!" Dean yelled out in concern.

A black mass moved around Cas. He flinched, suddenly seeing why Dean was panicking. Feathers…so many feathers. Where were they coming from? He reached his free hand from his hold on Jack and grabbed the feathers, shocked to see that he could literally feel it. He turned to his partner amazed to see Gabe in the same boat as him.

"Thank God you're okay." Sam muttered holding Gabriel close to him. "You're so fucking stupid."

Gabriel shuddered in Sam's hold. He'd never admit how much he truly liked the Winchester brother, but his large golden wings shuddered and twitched, belying his feelings.

"What the fuck happened?" Dean yelled. "One spell and the witches literally blew the fuck up. Like dust in the wind. You guys….you guys look like the cheap candles at a spanish quickimart."

Jack shuddered in Cas' arms. The teen lifted himself up, his big blue eyes making contact with Dean's green.

"I think….I think, they're Angels."