Heaven Can't Wait Part 2

Castiel, Angela, and Dean sat in the Impala.

"On the battlefields of Heaven," Castiel started. "There was a special class of angel, the Rit Zien. It's, uh, Enochian for 'Hands of Mercy.' They functioned like medics. They tended to the wounded. They healed those who could be healed, but for the mortally wounded, those who were past saving, the Rit Zien's job was to put them down."

"But the granulated bodies?" Dean asked.

"This was their special ability," Castiel explained. "They had this way of smiting that was so quick and so total that it rendered death virtually painless."

"Yeah, but these aren't wounded angels that they're vaporizing, they're people," Angela noted.

"Right." Castiel sighed heavily. "I don't know. The Rit Zien home in on pain, it's like a beacon to them. So, when this angel fell to Earth, he heard the victims' cries, and their anguish, same as he'd hear an angel's in Heaven. He's continuing his heavenly work down here. One suffering human at a time."

"Yeah, but this last victim was not suffering." Dean reminded. "She was just a normal, moody kid."

"But he just got here." Castiel countered. "The ebb and flow of human emotion… I've been on Earth for a few years, and I've only begun to grasp it. To him, pain is pain."

Angela's brows furrowed. "So, everybody's fair game?"

Castiel just nodded in response.

Dean sighed heavily. "Alright, well, we got to stop him."

Castiel glanced at the hunters. "You two have to stop him."

Angela stared at Castiel, realization hitting her. "You're scared."

"It's different now, Angela." Castiel murmured. "Everything feels different."

"You're right." Dean nodded. "Alright, Angie and I will track down this, uh, Kevorkian wannabe, and we'll put him down."

"Okay." Castiel sighed.

"You stay safe, Cas," Angela replied gently. "Go on that date, okay? Go live a normal life."

Castiel smiled a soft smile. "Okay."

Dean started the car. He looked over at Castiel, who hadn't moved. "Well?"

Castiel shifted slightly. "I need a ride."

Dean nodded and smiled. "Right."

~/~\~

Sam walked into the dungeon carrying Grace, who was babbling at him.

"I'll do it," Crowley started. "But I want something in return."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, what's that?"

"A telephone call."

Sam scoffed again and shook his head. He turned to walk out the door again.

"Come on, Moose!" Crowley called after him. "Even Dahmer got one telephone call."

~/~\~

Sam and Kevin stood in a room that was away from the dungeon and Crowley. Grace brought one of her tiny hands to her mouth.

"Seriously?" Kevin asked. "You want to let Crowley communicate with Abaddon? A king and a power-mad Knight of Hell isn't enough for you? You want to throw a demonic team-up into the mix?"

"I don't think so. I mean, I—I don't trust Crowley, either. But I can't honestly see him working with Abaddon." Sam replied. "He hates her too much."

"You said it. You can't trust him." Kevin reminded.

"We don't have to." Sam shrugged. "Look, Crowley's bound. We can end the call whenever we want. Even if he wanted to give Abaddon information, he has none to give her. He doesn't even know where the bunker is."

Kevin pursed his lips in thought. "He says he can decrypt the translation? What if he's lying."

"You're right." Sam agreed. "We're gonna need proof."

~/~\~

Sam shoved a piece of paper towards Crowley, holding Grace in his other arm. "What are those?"

"Ingredients." Crowley teased.

Sam rolled his eyes. "More specific."

Crowley shoved the paper back. "Ingredients… for a spell."

Sam sighed and shoved the paper back towards Crowley again.

"Heart of a Nephilim. Cupid's bow. Grace of an angel." Crowley sighed.

Kevin handed Crowley a second piece of paper with a variety of other symbols. "And the rest of them."

"Phone call." Crowley retorted. "You'll get the rest when I get paid. Now. Who's gonna be a dear and open up a vein?"

~/~\~

The Impala pulled up in front of a nice-looking single-family home.

"Okay." Dean nodded.

"Thanks," Castiel replied sincerely as he started to open the door.

"Cas, wait," Angela stopped him.

Castiel's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Lose the vest." She instructed.

Castiel looked even more confused. "What are you—

"Just listen to me, okay?" Angela interrupted. "Lose the vest."

Castiel sighed and took off the vest, handing it to Angela, who tossed it into the back seat.

"That's a little better." Dean agreed.

"Here," Angela undid a few of Castiel's buttons on his shirt. "There. Dean, what d'you think?"

Dean looked at Castiel and nodded. "Yeah. Good. Alright. Listen to me. Always open the door for her, okay?" he stressed. "Ask a lot of questions. They like that. And, uh… Oh, if she says she's happy to go Dutch… she's lying. Alright?"

Castiel nodded in understanding. Angela smiled up at the ex-angel.

"Good luck, Cas." She smiled. "And be safe, okay?"

Castiel got out of the car, and started walking to the front gate. He turned around and looked nervously at the two hunters. Dean gave him a thumbs-up, which Castiel returned geekily before he opened the gate. He sighed nervously and walked to the front door, stopping to pick a rose from the garden.

"Nice touch," Dean smirked.

"They grow up so fast." Angela smiled softly.

Castiel partly turned back towards Dean and Angela, and waved, signaling for them to leave. Dean waved back, then quickly realized that Castiel wanted them to leave. Dean nodded and started the car. However, as he was about to pull out, he looked in frustration at a light brown pick-up truck that was backing up toward him.

"What are you doing, jackass?" Dean muttered before leaning out the window. "Hey!"

Dean waved to let the truck know that he was there. The truck pulled forward a little, and Dean pulled out of his parking spot, driving off.

~/~\~

Kevin held Grace as Sam unrolled a medical kit with five syringes. Sam pulled out one of the syringes and prepared to inject himself.

"A, bup-bup-bup." Crowley stopped him.

Sam sighed, annoyed. "What?"

"Not yours. His." Crowley nodded towards Kevin.

"What difference does it make?" Sam huffed.

"I've had yours," Crowley replied. "Stuck in here, you can't fault me for wanting a little variety."

"No way!" Kevin snapped.

"What's wrong, Short Round? Afraid of needles?" Crowley taunted.

"No, I just have a policy of not giving blood to anyone who's murdered my mother." Kevin glared.

"I… have nothing… but time." Crowley smirked.

"You're a dick." Sam scoffed as he started packing up the kit.

"Good luck with that translation." Crowley shrugged.

Kevin, frustrated, handed Grace to Sam, and grabbed the kit and a syringe. With Crowley watching, he stuck the needle deep in his left elbow, and started drawing blood. Once he was finished, he squirted the blood into a metal dish.

"Inferni spectators, nunc audite noises." Crowley chanted.

The blood started swirling and making mysterious noises.

"This is Crowley," the demon started. "Connect me to… Crowley!" he repeated, annoyed.

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Bad connection," Crowley muttered. "Crowley. Your king. If you don't connect me to Abaddon right away, I will be forced to…" he paused.

"What? What happened?" Sam demanded.

"I've been placed on hold," Crowley grumbled.

~/~\~

Dean's cell phone started to blare as he drove. Frowning slightly, he picked it up and put it on speaker.

"Sheriff?"

"Now, here's a wrinkle," the Sheriff started. "Our first crime scene, married couple? Full analysis of the spray came in from the lab. Turns out it only contains the wife's DNA."

Angela's brows furrowed. "The husband's still out there."

~/~\~

The Sheriff, Angela, and Dean were looking over various papers.

"He was already a bit screwy," the Sheriff started. "But then he found religion. She was a hardline atheist, no peach herself, when he got himself obsessed with this Buddy Boyle whack job, an already bad marriage got worse. Kept telling her to 'Let God in.'"

"Buddy Boyle. That explains it." Dean muttered.

"Explains what?"

"Never mind. Let's see." Dean sighed, looking at the photos.

"Is that his truck?" Angela frowned, recognizing it from Nora's house.

"Yep."

Angela looked up at Dean in concern. "Cas."

~/~\~

Grace clapped her hands together from her place in Sam's arms. Sam narrowed his eyes at Crowley.

"How long's it take to transfer a demonic phone call?"

"Can it, Moose." Crowley sassed.

"Crowley, you got your call." Kevin glared.

"Yeah, it's time." Sam agreed.

"It's time when I bloody well say it's time!" Crowley snapped angrily.

Suddenly, the blood started boiling and there were demonic sounds.

"Hello, Abaddon." Crowley smiled.

"Crowley, how in the hell are you?" her voice rang through.

~/~\~

"And how are the numbers?" Crowley questioned.

"You mean souls?" she retorted. "I've managed to double on your projections. Now, how did I ever pull off such a feat?"

Crowley frowned deeply. "You're taking souls before their time. Voiding my contracts!"

"That's right." She purred. "I'm taking it all down, brick by brick. It's over. The days of Crowley, the king of bureaucrats—are done."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela managed to burst into Nora's house just before Ephraim could kill Castiel. Ephraim waved his hand, causing the two hunters to go flying across the room.

~/~\~

"You… ganky… putrescent… skanger!" Crowley sputtered in fury. "It may look like bean-counting to you, it may lack a certain adolescent flair, but my way… works!"

Sam lifted his eyebrows and glanced at Kevin.

"You think you can control Hell with chaos alone, without the support of those who are still loyal to me?!" Crowley continued.

"No one's seen you in weeks, and last I saw you, the Scooby Gang had you tied up nice and tight," Abaddon replied. "Seems to reason, they've turned you into a kennel dog. How does it feel, Crowley, to be the Winchesters' bitch? It's been fun indulging in your bluffs, but we both know you have no real authority left, no leverage. You have nothing to offer me. You have—nothing."

Crowley clenched his jaw. "Your way will backfire. You. Will. Burn."

"I can't wait." Abaddon hissed.

Crowley pushed the bowl away once the call ended.

"Crowley?" Sam asked after a few moments.

"Bring me the translations." He demanded. "I keep my agreements."

Kevin moved quickly to get the papers, then handed them to Crowley.

"Obtain the ingredients—heart, bow, grace," Crowley read. "Blah, blah, blah. 'Mix until the smoke shall rise from the ashes casting the angels from Heaven.' Blah, blah—Oh. It's irreversible."

Sam's face fell. "What?"

"This spell can't be undone," Crowley replied. "The new world order—we're stuck with it."

~/~\~

"You say you want to live," Ephraim looked down at Castiel. "But you can't see what I see. By choosing a human life, you've already given up. You… chose… death." He raised a hand to Castiel's forehead.

Dean grunted softly as he slid the angel blade across the floor towards Castiel. He grabbed it and stabbed Ephraim, causing a white light to burst from the angel. Dean and Angela shielded their eyes from the blinding light.

~/~\~

Sam sat on the map table on the phone, having just put Grace to bed.

"Well, there's no way." Dean's voice rang through. "Crowley's lying."

"No, Dean, not this time." Sam sighed heavily. "Look, Metatron built the spell to withstand any attempt to reverse it. There is no putting the angels back in Heaven. It's done." He explained, pausing for a moment. "Are you guys gonna tell Cas?"

After a few moments of silence, Dean sighed.

"Got to go, Sam." He replied before hanging up.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela turned to face Castiel.

"Where to, Cas?" Angela questioned softly.

Castiel just looked at her and Dean, then got into the car silently.

~/~\~

Sam poured the bowl of blood into the sink. He frowned when he noticed that the syringe kit was missing a syringe. There had definitely been five, and now there were only four… Sam shut the kit and briskly walked out of the room.

Peering through the door into Crowley's den, Sam saw Crowley inject himself with the missing syringe. Sam frowned deeply, ducking back out of sight.

~/~\~

The Impala pulled up to the Gas'n'Sip, Dean cutting off the engine once they arrived.

"Listen, Cas…" Dean sighed. "Back at the bunker, I, uh… Sorry we told you to go."

"We know it's been hard on you. On your own." Angela added softly. "But, seeing what you've done… you're adapting. We're proud of you." She placed a friendly kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," Castiel replied sincerely. "But there's something Ephraim said. The angels—they need help. Can I really sit this out? Shouldn't I be searching for a way to get them home?"

Dean pursed his lips. "We'll take care of the angels. You're human now. It's not your problem anymore."

Castiel got out of the car, looked through the window at the two hunters, and waved goodbye. Castiel walked to the Gas'n'Sip and unlocked the door as the Impala's engine roared to life.

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you liked this chapter! This is definitely one of my favorite chapters of the installment. And don't forget to leave a review, your feedback is extremely important to me. Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily