Chapter Five

A/N: Yay! I finally got out of that writer's block! Thank you for your patience!

I only own Esther. I do not own the show or any other characters. I am also just doing this for fun, and not getting paid. Enjoy!

Sam and Dean stood there gaping at Esther.

"I'm sorry, did you just say Michael? The archangel?" Dean yelled.

Esther keeps her head down and answers, "Yes, Dean."

"Come on, Esther! You know better than to go after an archangel alone! They are the most powerful angels! You could have gotten hurt or worse! Oh wait, yeah, you did get hurt!" Dean said, pacing the length of the dingy motel room. Esther knew Dean was furious at her, he never used her actual name, he always called her by her nickname.

"Esther, why would you go after him alone? You could have called us. You know we would have helped you." Sam said, currently much more calm than Dean.

Esther looked up and locked eyes with Dean. "This was something I had to do alone."

This made Dean more furious. "Bullshit! You don't have to do anything alone, Esther! We will always be there for you!"

"Sam, can I talk to Dean, please?" Esther looked to Dean pleadingly.

"Sure, Essie." Sam nodded and walked out of the room.

When the door clicked shut, Dean was the first to speak. "You don't have to do anything alone, okay Esther? You know that, right?" Dean sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Dean, I needed to fight him alone. And he came to me." Esther said.

Dean sighed, "What did he want?"

Esther thought of what had happened when Michael confronted her.

Esther was sitting on a park bench when a man with athletic build, dark black hair, and blue eyes sat down next to her. She could feel the power radiating off of him. 'Angel' she thought to herself.

"Yes, Estheriel. I am an angel." The man said.

"Well that puts me at a disadvantage then, doesn't it. You know me, but I don't know you. Which brother are you?"

The man was taken aback by her question and calmness In his presence. "Sister, you do not know who I am?"

Esther laughed to herself. "No, brother, I do not know which one you are. I'm surprised you do not know. My grace, it was locked up in this necklace around my neck during my assignment with the humans. I couldn't have them discovering I was an angel. After my assignment was completed, Father did not want me to have my grace back. At least that was what 'Gabriel' had said." She said with air quotes. "Well, he said he was Gabriel, but I knew Gabriel too well. That wasn't him. So, my grace is still locked up in this necklace, and I do not know which brother you are. All I know is that I can feel your power radiating, so you are much stronger than I was." Esther looked at the man expectedly.

"Well. Estheriel, that was not Father's order. He wanted you to have your grace back—"

"And how would you know? Why would He even care?" Esther interrupted him.

"Sister, I suggest you do not interrupt me." He said, threateningly.

Esther chuckled under her breath. "Yeah, right. I'm not scared of you. You're not Michael or Lucifer or any of the other archangels. They are too busy fighting each other or dead to care."

"That's not true, Estheriel."

"Please, you know it is. I may be locked out of Heaven, but that doesn't mean I don't hear anything from the other angels I meet." Esther stood up. "Well, it's been great talking, but I have important human stuff to do."

The man stood up and grabbed her arm. "Do not walk away from me, sister."

Esther stopped. She would not admit she was scared, but she was. "Who are you?" She spoke with as much venom in her voice as she could, and hoped her fear had not seeped out.

"Michael." The man said.

'Oh shit.' Esther thought.

"Don't use that language with me, Estheriel! Now, where is Castiel?"

"How should I know, you're the one who took him from me. Made him forget everything about me! How could I know!" Esther yelled.

"Be quiet! I know you have been keeping tabs on the Winchesters' whereabouts. Where are they?" Michael said in a low voice.

"I'm not telling you anything!" In all honesty, Esther had no idea where they were. But she was't going to let him go out and look for them. Michael tightened his grip on her arm, and flew off. They landed in a dark, musty alley. There was no one else around, so no one would see what was about to happen. Michael held his other hand to her throat and pushed her against the wall.

"Where are the Winchesters?!" He yelled.

"This how you treat all the ladies?" Esther smirked, his grip on her throat tightened. She had to admit, some of Dean's antics had rubbed off onto her.

"Where. Are. They!" He said, his archangel blade coming out of his sleeve.

"What do you want with them!" Esther eyed the blade, her fear growing.

Michael took the blade and dug it into her left thigh. Esther let out a yelp. "That's none of your business. Now, tell me where they are, and maybe I'll heal you."

"Tell them what you want with them, and maybe I'll tell you!"

"Oh, Estheriel, I'm the one with an archangel blade. I'm the one who makes the deals. Now, tell me where they are!" Michael yanked the blade out of her thigh and held it against her neck. He released his hold on her neck, but used his grace to keep her pinned to the wall.

"I'm the one with the information you want. You wouldn't kill me." Esther said.

Michael paused for a second. "Fine. I need to speak with Castiel."

"About?""I'm not telling you! Now, where are they?"

"Not until I get what I want! What do you want with Castiel!"

Michael sighed. "He's needed." Esther didn't respond, needing more from the archangel. "He is needed in the fight against Raphael. He wants to take over Heaven now that Father is… busy at the moment. There, now tell me where he is!"

Esther smiled. "Well, brother, you really should have made sure the person you threaten actually has the information."

Michael gripped the blade tighter. "Where. Is. Castiel?!"

"I don't know." Esther said. Michael could tell she was telling the truth. He stabbed her in the right shoulder, and pulled the blade out. He wiped the blood on his pants, even though he could have cleaned it with his grace. Esther slumped down to the ground in pain. Something was different, she could feel it. It burned. Getting cut with an archangel blade hurt, but didn't burn. "What did you do to me!"

This time, Michael smiled. "Angel virus. Coated my blade in witch's blood before I came here. Without help, you have a few hours at most. I guess your little Winchesters won't be able to save you now." With that, he flew away. Esther got up and looked around. The virus was starting to take affect, and she wobbled over to a nearby phone booth and dialed the number she memorized for years, hoping Dean still had it.

Sam was waiting outside when he heard the sound of wings. He looked around to find Castiel standing next to him. "Hey, Cas."

"Hello, Sam." Castiel said.

"What's up?"

"I don't trust this Esther." Castiel said with a blank face.

Sam laughed. "You're kidding, right?"

Castiel scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. "No, Sam, I would not 'kid' about this. I do not trust her. Something is off with her."

Sam smiled. "She's fine, Cas. We've known her longer than we have known you. We trust her with our lives. Heck, Dean trusts her so much that he even let her drive the Impala once. Don't worry about her."

"Sam, something is off with her. I do not trust her and I do not think you should either."

Sam's smile faltered. "Cas, she's like a little sister to me and Dean. If there was something off with her, we would know. I trust her with my life. So does Dean."

"That's what I'm worried about. Something is off Sam!" Cas said, annoyed that Sam would trust her over him. Yes, they have known each other longer, but Castiel was an angel of Lord, if he knew something was off, something was off.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, but she is staying." Sam said, ending the argument. With that, Castiel flew away.