Chapter 8- It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester.
Castiel appeared on top of a hill. The night was cold however his whole body felt hot and uncomfortable. He had not intended to speak to Elizabeth that way, however her words had managed to affect him more than he wanted them too. She was right, the angels did stand back and let Lilith rise the witnesses, and he himself was confused as to why his superiors would do that.
Truthfully, he was confused about a lot more than just that.
He was beginning to not only doubt his superiors, however defy them. He broke several rules tonight by entrusting Elizabeth all his information.
Castiel sighed as images of the youngest Winchester flooded his mind. Her eyes had widened considerably when he leaned in closer to her, and her mouth had fallen open slightly and truly it baffled him how she managed to look both scared and prideful at the same time. She had such an innocent face, however he observed that her eyes were deeply pained, and he could tell that those beautiful emeralds had seen some awful things, even watched herself do awful things.
He smiled to himself as his mind floated back to how Elizabeth looked when he stood too close to her- the faint blush that had appeared on her cheeks was clearly noticeable.
Honestly, when he noticed just how close he was standing to her, he too felt himself begin to warm up.
Castiel let out a sigh and shook his head, running his hand through his hair in an exhausted manner.
This was infuriating.
He couldn't have feelings for her.
Especially with what she was.
Over the weeks Sam, Dean and Elizabeth dealt with numerous cases. Most blended together because they had been milk runs for the crew, however the first case they had worked stuck out like a sore thumb, especially for Elizabeth. They responded to a call from a fellow hunter named Travis. He had been hunting a Rougaro in Missouri, and while Dean thought it was a great idea to go on the hunt, Elizabeth thought they should stay at Bobby's and deal with the elephant in the room that was Sam.
The previous night she and Dean had found Sam and Ruby in a warehouse, exorcising demons from people, with the help of Sam's powers of course.
Elizabeth couldn't believe her eyes when she first saw the pair standing there holding a human who had just been freed from his demon counterpart. It was disgusting, and she didn't trust Ruby for anything, but for some reason, Sam did.
After Elizabeth and Dean found the pair, it took her a while until she was able to talk to Sam again. She was hurt, and it had dawned on her that this was why he had ignored her when Dean had been dragged to hell. He had been working with Ruby to enhance his psychic powers. Leaving her to fend for herself.
So needless to say, the past couple of weeks had been pretty rough for Elizabeth, and to top it all off, her nightmares had picked back up. They were painful, and most nights she woke up screaming while drenched in sweat. Internally she blamed it all on the fact that she had come face to face with Alex again, unhinging all her deep emotions that were usually locked tight behind a door in her mind.
Now she stood in the kitchen of a woman whose husband swallowed razor blades while eating Halloween candy, her eyes registered that the woman was talking to Sam who stood beside her, but her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton and her mind was drifting off, wondering what Castiel could possibly be doing at this moment.
"Thank you, we will be in touch." Sam said from beside her. Elizabeth looked up just as Dean was stuffing something in his pocket.
"What did you find?" She asked Dean on their way to the Impala.
"You mean you weren't paying attention? I held it up, you looked right at me." Dean said. Elizabeth let her eyes roll in an attempt to hide the small tinge of red that was growing on her cheeks.
"If I saw it do you think I would be asking what you found?" She retorted, climbing into the backseat.
"It was a hex bag." Sam answered. She glanced over at him, they were on speaking terms again since he had apologized to her, but at times Elizabeth still felt a twinge of anger and mistrust when she looked at him.
"Great, because who doesn't want to deal with a witch on Halloween?" She replied flashing Sam a smile.
"Halloween is every day for us." Sam pointed out in his matter of fact voice. Both Dean and Elizabeth turned to look at him.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Don't be a downer" Dean replied as he started the engine and let his rock music blare over speakers.
Back at the motel, Sam was digging through the hex bag Dean had found. Elizabeth was sprawled out lazily on one of the beds as her eyes scanned the police records, looking for anything that might be caused by a witch. Dean had left about ten minutes ago to see if he could find out anything about the victim Luke Wallace, leaving Sam and Elizabeth in the motel room alone.
"I have nothing." She said as she shut her laptop and glanced over at Sam. He was staring down at the ingredients in the hex bag with a pensive look.
"I might have found something, come take a look." He replied. Elizabeth got up slowly and shuffled her way over to Sam who was holding a coin in his hand.
"What is that?" She asked bending over so she could get a better look at the coin.
"I'm not sure, but its Celtic and defiantly not a knockoff, it looks to be around 600 years old. I also found a charred metacarpal bone of a child and some very old herbs." He answered.
"Great, so we are dealing with a very old and very powerful witch. That makes everything so much easier." Elizabeth said with a sigh as she plopped down on the sofa next to Sam.
"There was absolutely nothing in the police records either, Luke Wallace had no background and there were no police reports filed that would indicate anyone threatening him." She whispered.
"So we have nothing." Sam said.
"Exactly. Hopefully Dean will find something." Elizabeth replied.
Sam sighed and leaned back against the sofa, his eyes glanced over to Elizabeth. He had noticed that recently she looked as if she had something eating at her, he thought maybe it had been him but even after he apologized, she still looked like she had something on her mind.
"Lizzy, is there something bothering you? Apart from the whole Ruby thing?" Sam asked. Elizabeth looked over at Sam, his eyebrows were knitted and his light green eyes were deeply focused on her, for a second she wanted to give him a sarcastic answer about him caring about her now when he had months to do it while Dean was trapped in Hell, but she swallowed down the urge.
Truthfully, many things had been bothering her since the night of the witnesses. One being how the desk that had her pinned against the wall moved itself, and the other being Castiel, and how their last conversation left a very unfamiliar sour taste in her mouth. After finding out that Sam had been using his psychic powers again, part of her wanted to immediately blame him for the desk, however, something deep in her knew that this was not the truth. She knew the truth, but had no idea how to rationalize or explain it.
"I'm okay Sam." She lied.
"That's crap. Look we grew up together, I know when you're lying." He retorted. Elizabeth let her eyes roll, she could never get anything past these boys.
"Fine, it's just… " She began, taking a pause to consider what she was about to tell Sam. "Castiel… and what he said about the apocalypse, like this is really happening Sammy." She continued, mumbling out the lie.
Sam arched an eyebrow at her, for a split second she thought he was going to call her on her lie again, but he didn't, he simply shifted his body so that he was looking at her square in the face and said "I know, it's messed up… but we will figure it out. We always do."
Elizabeth flashed him a half smile, her lies were beginning to pile up on her. She had lied about the desk, lied about the extent of her conversation with Castiel, and even lied about how she felt about the blue-eyed Angel. She could feel herself slowly beginning to collapse under the weight of her white lies, however as bad as she felt for lying to everyone, she just couldn't open her mouth and speak the truth.
"Luke Wallace is so vanilla that he made vanilla look spicy" Dean said, entering the motel room with heavy footsteps. Sam and Elizabeth turned to look at him.
"Glad to see you two are actually holding conversations with each other again." Dean joked as he popped a piece of candy into his mouth.
"Seriously? After that guy just choked down a bunch of razor blades?" Sam asked his older brother as he chuckled and shook his head.
"We've already been down this road Sammy, it's Halloween." Dean replied as he threw the paper wrappers on the table.
"Did you guys find anything interesting?" He continued while he walked over to the pair of Winchesters sitting in front of a computer and hex bag.
"Well- it's a witch for sure!" Elizabeth said. Dean shot her a look that was full of humor and sarcasm.
"Really? What else could possible use a hex bag?" He asked her. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and punched him in the arm, which caused Dean to pretend like his arm had fallen off due to the fierceness behind the hit.
"Seriously you two?" Sam questioned while he raised his eyebrows at the pair.
"He started it." Elizabeth whispered, shooting Dean another side glare.
"Anyway, this isn't your typical hex bag. This herb has been extinct for 200 years, and I was telling Elizabeth before you came in that this coin looks to be around 600 years old." Sam said as he filled Dean in.
"And that?" Dean asked pointing to the charred metacarpal bone.
"A 100 year old charred finger bone, from a child." Elizabeth responded with a serious voice. Dean looked down at her in disbelief and then shivered.
"Witches, they are so freaking skeevy." He whispered.
Elizabeth let out a sigh as the boys went back and forth about how this witch was more powerful than they have ever dealt with, and about how Luke Wallace was a boring sack of potatoes.
She could feel herself slowly zoning out, as she had been doing a lot recently. Somewhere off in the distance, she could feel something odd, almost like a sensation that was pulling her towards a huge amount of power. It didn't feel dark like a witch power surge, but felt pure and strong. It was practically holy and strangely familiar.
"Hey! Earth to Elizabeth, let's go, there was another witchy like murder." Dean said as he snapped his fingers in front of Elizabeth's face.
She blinked a couple of times and then remembered that she was in a hotel room with Sam and Dean.
"You guys go ahead, I think I'll stay here. Dig into the lore a little more." She said.
"Alright, you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah I'm fine." Elizabeth said as she gave Sam a reassuring smile.
"Call us if you need anything." Dean said on his way out.
"I will." She yelled back, just before Sam shut the door.
"Now what the hell was that feeling?" She mumbled to herself. She closed her eyes and tried to reimagine the sensation that she had just experienced. After about ten minutes of nothingness, she sighed and opened her eyes. She had no idea what she was doing, nor why she was doing it. A small voice in the back of her head whispered to her that she imagined the feeling, but her gut said otherwise.
Just as she was about to try again, an intense headache hit her like a truck.
"Not again." She whispered gripping her head. It was then that she noticed how exhausted she was and figured that an hour or so nap would fix everything. Slowly she sprawled out on the couch and gave into the darkness that was closing in around her.
He stood in the run down motel, staring at the sleeping figure on the couch. So this was the famous Elizabeth Winchester that heaven spoke so nervously about he thought. The abomination that could bring his whole existence crashing down to the ground with the flick of her wrist. He knew that she had sensed his presence when he showed up earlier to spy secretly on the Winchesters for his superiors.
He did not realize that her powers were emerging so quickly.
His dark eyebrows furrowed as confusion washed over him, knowing full well that the only way her powers could be unlocked is if she had prolonged contact with celestial beings, seeing as they were the ones who locked her powers away for her uncle.
The small sound of wings fluttering made him turn and stare into the face of Castiel.
"Uriel. What are you doing?" He asked in a rough voice.
"The question brother, is what have you been doing? Why are her powers growing at such a quick rate?" Uriel asked with a smooth and implicating tone.
Castiel narrowed his eyes and tilted his head at Uriel, internally questioning what his brother was insinuating.
"It is not of import." He said quickly, waving Uriel off.
"It is important Castiel, don't you understand that she is public enemy number one for heaven?" Uriel scolded.
"She hasn't done anything Uriel." Castiel said, his anger growing considerably as he stared into the dark eyes of Uriel. Silently, he dared Uriel to say anything else about Elizabeth being a monster.
"Not yet brother. Not yet." Uriel said and with a flutter of his wings he was gone. Castiel sighed and clinched his jaw as he glanced over at Elizabeth's sleeping figure. She looked so peaceful and he found himself wondering how such a beautiful creature could be considered an enemy of heaven.
Quickly he shook off the thought and turned to follow Uriel, he didn't want his brother having any more reason to question his feelings towards the youngest Winchester, even though deep down, Castiel knew they existed
Tracy Davis was the name of the witch who was running around town. After finding out that she was attempting to rise Samhain- the demon that Halloween was originally based around, from hell. Elizabeth, Sam and Dean spent all morning running around, digging up anything they could on the apple bobbing cheerleader.
Slowly, Dean pulled the impala back into the parking lot of their motel, and sighed, turning off the engine.
"Well, I wish my highschool art teacher was as cool as.. Don." Dean said with a chuckle as he got out of the impala and slammed the door. Elizabeth shook her head and climbed out of the backseat, looking up at Dean.
"You didn't even take high school art." She said
"That you know of. I hid a lot of things as a teenager." Dean replied.
"Right, right. Sure. Because Dean Winchester was to much of a badass in school to take a dainty art class." Elizabeth said with a laugh.
"See you get me…and as I recall, I wasn't the only badass in highschool." Dean retorted as he walked backwards, shooting a wink at Elizabeth.
"Oh shove it." She replied as she shoved Dean slightly, making him trip over the edge of the concrete sidewalk and grab onto one of the metal poles that suspended the second floor of the motel.
"Rude." Dean mumbled which made Elizabeth smile and roll her eyes.
"I swear you too act like you never even left highschool sometimes." Sam said as the three began walking towards their adjoining motel rooms.
"No, Sammy that's called knowing how to have fun. You should try it every now and then." Dean replied, which made Elizabeth smirk.
Elizabeth reached into her pocket to grab the key to the motel and then stopped dead in her tracks to avoid running into a kid who had on an astronaut costume. Her quick stop made Sam and Dean bump into her from behind.
"Trick or Treat!" The boy said. Elizabeth smiled slightly, she never got to celebrate Halloween as a kid, John always said that there was no use dressing up as the monsters they kill everyday.
"Sorry kid, we don't have any candy." Dean said from behind her.
Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows, remembering how just yesterday they had bought a huge bag of candy from a local gas station.
"No we have tons in the-" Sam began, echoing Elizabeth's thoughts.
"We did, but it's gone." Dean replied quickly, cutting his younger brother off. This made Elizabeth chuckle and glance down at Dean's obviously bloated stomach. She could not believe he ate all that candy already.
"Sorry kid, we can't help you." Elizabeth said in a more gentle tone than Dean used with the kid.
"I want candy!" The kid barked back.
"Oh I think you've had enough." Dean replied. Elizabeth didn't know whether she wanted to slap Dean on the arm for insulting the kid, or double over in laughter. So she settled for stifling a laugh and walked around the kid, unlocking the door and shaking her head as Sam went into the room.
"That wasn't necessary Dean." She whispered as Dean raised his eyebrows at her and walked into the room after Sam.
"Who are you!" Elizabeth heard Sam yell and quickly she reached down and pulled her favorite knife out of her boot.
"Sam, SAM wait!" Dean yelled as Elizabeth turned and entered the room.
"That's Castiel." He continued, which instantly made Elizabeth fold her knife back in and shove it quickly into her boot.
At the mere mention of his name, her stomach irrupted into a nervous fit, which instantly made her cheeks grow hot. The reaction annoyed her, she was always so confident around men, especially when she knew they found her attractive, but with Castiel, it was different, she couldn't get a read on him and every time she thought she had him pinned down, he did a full 360 and threw her off balance. Internally she cursed as the butterflies surged forward again, she needed to get a grip, it wasn't like she was in middle school anymore.
Slowly, she inhaled and let out a long shaky breath, preparing herself before she walked around Sam and stood on the opposite side of Dean.
As Castiel came into view, Elizabeth felt like the world stopped. There he was, standing silently in his pressed suit and long tan trench coat. His hair looking especially wind blown, and his crystal blue eyes standing out brightly against his slightly tanned skin. She had to admit, he was incredibly attractive, anyone who had a pair of eyes could see that, but there was something deeper that she felt drawn to when she looked at him. There was a different side to him, and she knew it, and that mysterious vibe he threw around had managed to suck her in and intrigue her to know ends.
"Who's he?" She asked, ripping her eyes away from Castiel and motioning towards the tall dark skinned man who stood staring out of the motel rooms back window. Dean glanced down at her and shrugged, indicating that he had no idea who the stranger was.
"Sam, so nice to finally meet you." Castiel said as rounded the bed and came to stand in front of Sam, all the while, avoiding making eye contact with Elizabeth.
"Oh my god, I really-uh sorry. I didn't- uh, it's an honor, really I've heard a lot about you." Sam stumbled as he outstretched his hand towards Castiel.
Elizabeth watched as Castiel glanced from Sam's face, to his hand. His eyebrows furrowed with a hint of confusion and Elizabeth unconsciously rolled her eyes and hissed "you're supposed to shake it."
This made Castiel finally look at her, and man did he look at her. His eyes bore into hers and she could see the mischief dancing around in them like smoke. The look only lasted for a fraction of a second, but it felt like eternity as she stood hopeless under his gaze.
"And I you. Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood. Glad to hear you've ceased your extracurricular activities." Castiel replied as he shook Sam's hand.
Elizabeth shook her head slightly, realizing that Castiel was not very good at introductions and was anything but subtle.
"Let's keep it that way." The unknown man standing at the window said in a deep and smooth voice.
Elizabeth took her eyes off of Castiel and Sam and looked over at the man as he turned around. He stood with a tall and prideful stance, as if he thought he was better than everyone else in the room. His suit was pressed and contrasted well off of his dark skin. His dark brown eyes that looked like hardened chocolate that was left out too long, glanced over the three Winchesters and then stopped when they landed on Elizabeth.
She could hear Castiel talking to Dean but couldn't quite make out the words as she kept her eyes locked onto the mysterious man, who in turn, kept his eyes locked on her. The tension in the room began to mount as the pair continued to stare each other down. Something in her stirred, like a horse that was rearing it's head back in defense. Elizabeth could almost feel the electricity flowing throughout the room as she continued to participate in the stare down. He looked at her like she belonged on the ground he walked on. Like she was nothing, like she was something that needed to be removed from the room immediately.
She wanted to reach out and slap the look off his smug face.
"Apparently the witch knows who you are too." Elizabeth heard Castiel say as he walked in front of her and over to the bed that Sam slept on. She blinked a few times and then finally tore her gaze away from "Chuckles" and looked at Castiel. In his hand he held a hex bag that Elizabeth instantly recognized from all the other crime scenes.
"This was inside your walls, if we hadn't found it surely one or all of you would be dead." Castiel said, letting his eyes linger on Elizabeth for a fraction of a second longer than he should have.
"Fantastic." She mumbled eyeing the bag.
"Do you know where the witch is now?" Castiel continued.
He was all business today, his face held a stone like expression and his eyes were flat and absent of the emotion that was present just a few minutes ago.
"We are working on it." Dean said. Obviously this was not the answer Castiel had hoped for, because he sighed and clenched his jaw.
"That's unfortunate." He said with a deeper voice than normal.
"Why do you care?" Elizabeth said in a harsh tone, finally finding her voice.
Castiel turned to look at her, his head tilted slightly and his eyes narrowed just enough to make it look like he was reading her soul.
"The rising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals." He said in a softer tone than he had previously used with Sam and Dean.
Elizabeth scoffed and let out a small chuckle. She had not intended on being so angry with Castiel, however, between his random appearing and disappearing and this mysterious man's egotistical stares, she was beginning to really despise Angels.
"So this is about your buddy Lucifer?" Dean replied
"Lucifer is no friend of ours." The mystery man said in a monotone voice.
"Haven't you ever heard of an expression?" Elizabeth replied quickly, turning her rapidly building frustration onto him.
"Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs." Castiel said simply as he gazed between the three Winchesters.
He was trying his best to ignore the obvious tension in the room. He had advised Uriel not to push Elizabeth's buttons because it would only result in more of her powers being unlocked, but he could tell now that his brother had not listened to him, or did not care. His eyes darted over to Elizabeth to steal a glance at her, she stood very rigid beside Sam, almost defensive, like an animal protecting herself from a predator. Her fists were slightly clinched and her eyes had darkened to a color he had never seen before.
He wanted to throw Uriel out of the window that he was standing at.
No, he wanted to go over to Elizabeth and tell her that she had nothing to fear, he wanted to interlock his hands with hers and help her release the tension that was building in them.
He wanted to- wait, what?
No- he wanted to find the witch that was attempting to raise Samhain and stop her. That's what he wanted to do.
Those were his orders.
His obligation to heaven was to stop the rising of lucifer, not worry about Elizabeth Winchester.
Still- he couldn't help but stare at her as she stared at Uriel. Her features alive with a prideful fire that only an extremely confident person could possess.
Castiel- dammit stop thinking about Elizabeth and get back to the topic of the witch.
Cas blinked, he had felt lost in his thoughts for ages, however only a few seconds had passed. Sam and Dean were staring at him, obviously waiting for him to continue his speech about the witch.
"She is too powerful and has cloaked herself, even from us." He said in the most steady voice he could muster up.
"Well, maybe if we work together-" Sam began
"Enough of this!" Uriel said from behind Castiel. As soon as he heard his brother open his mouth, he knew that Elizabeth had finally snapped.
"Look here asshat, who are you and why the hell should we care about what you have to say?" Elizabeth said, her voice dripping with angry venom.
Castiel closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip while pinching the bridge of his nose in between his fingers. This is what he had been trying to prevent, the last thing anyone needed was a full out war between Uriel and Elizabeth.
Slowly he sighed and glanced over at her, she had taken a step forward and was now hovering in front of Sam and Dean, practically daring Uriel to come any closer. It was obvious that she didn't trust him, in fact, it was obvious that she didn't trust many people.
"This is Uriel, he is what you might call- a specialist." He said.
The word specialist rang through Elizabeth's mind. She observed how Castiel's tone oozed with annoyance when he spoke of Uriel, and slowly a small smirk whisked over her face.
"Specialist for what?" Dean asked from behind her.
Uriel gave the crowd a small smile that did not reach his eyes as he buttoned his suit and took a few steps towards them. It did not go unnoticed that Elizabeth shifted her weight so that she was standing more in front of Sam and Dean, and this made Uriel shake his head and let out a low menacing chuckle.
The two angels shared a look, and the silence that was building between them made Elizabeth understand that they were planning on doing something, something big.
"What are you planning on doing Cas?" She asked
The name slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it causing her to want to go throw herself of the nearest building.
Castiel turned his head toward her, tilting it slightly and giving her a confused look that only lasted for a split second.
"Oh, you have a nickname for him now, do you?" Uriel asked her before Cas could answer.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and silently prayed to God that Uriel would shut the hell up, she didn't know how to hurt an angel, but she would find out by the end of this conversation if Uriel didn't keep his thoughts to himself.
"Look- you three need to leave this town immediately.." Cas said, bringing everyone's attention to him.
"Why?" Dean asked roughly.
Without so much as a hesitation Castiel answered "Because we are about to destroy it."
Elizabeth turned her head to look at Sam and Dean as all three of their eyes widened in horror.
The intense silence in the room grew as everyone processed what Castiel had just said. Elizabeths' thoughts bounced off her head so loudly that she was positive everyone else could hear them.
These were angels for crying out loud, how could they blow up an innocent town?
They had to be lying, or bluffing, or something, this was not right. How could two angels of the lord stand in front of her and say they were planning on slaughtering hundreds of people just to kill one witch.
How could Castiel, someone who she thought was a least a little bit of a decent person, kill hundreds of innocent people. Uriel she could understand because he was a dick, but Cas?
No.
There was absolutely no way.
And wait- did she just call him a person?
Angel.
Not a person. An Angel. Of the lord.
An attractive angel of the lord who was standing only a few feet from her.
Stop- no, he just said they were planning on destroying a town. Stop thinking about how attractive he is.
"So this is your plan, your going to smite the whole freaking town?" Dean asked, breaking into the silence of the room and ripping Elizabeth from her thoughts.
"We are out of time, the witch must be killed. The seal must be saved." Cas said in a tone that made it sound like he was reading off a script.
Elizabeth's mouth fell open in slight horror. She tried to muster up the words in order to form a logical sentence however she couldn't get her mind to work.
They weren't bluffing.
They were going to blow up this town and kill a thousand people.
"There are a thousand people here!" Sam said, echoing Elizabeth's thoughts.
She was thankful that the boys could at least talk, all she could do was stand there, staring at Castiel like a scarecrow.
"One thousand two hundred and fourteen." Uriel said in his smooth and demeaning voice.
"And what, your willing to kill them all?" Sam asked in a shocked voice.
"This isn't the first time I've…purified a city." Uriel said, glancing at Elizabeth as he said the word purify.
"I'm sure it isn't." Elizabeth said, as she was finally able to put together a coherent sentence.
Uriel smirked at her and that was all it took for her to be back in full defense mode. She was not going to let them smite this entire town. There was no way that one witch would make them kill a thousand innocent people.
Once again, she could feel the electricity in the room, and she was vaguely reminded of the strange pulling sensation that she had felt yesterday when they first arrived in town.
"Look, I understand this is…regrettable." Cas began
"Regrettable, seriously?"Dean asked with a sarcastic tone.
"We have to hold the line, too many seals have been broken already." Cas continued, ignoring Dean as if he hadn't said anything.
"So now you care about stopping the seals from being broken? A couple weeks ago, you didn't give a damn with Lilith was rising witnesses to kill hunters!" Elizabeth said in an angry voice.
Castiel turned an looked at her, his eyes narrowed and the familiar look of anger flashed across his face. She remembered that look instantly, because the last time she saw it, he cornered her in bobby's kitchen and threatened to throw Dean back into the pit.
"So you're angry when I don't stop the seals from being broken, and you're angry when I do try and stop the seals from being broken. Don't you understand Elizabeth, this is lives of one thousand versus the lives of six billion. There is a bigger picture here." He said in a tone that was mixed with both annoyance and understanding.
"Right right, I forgot about your bigger picture crap." Elizabeth responded.
Once again, anger flashed over Castiel's face and he took a step towards Elizabeth and repeated his famous line that sent shivers down her spine.
"Lucifer cannot rise."
It was a simple statement that made her mouth slam shut and her eyes lock onto Castiel's. They stood there for a second, eyes locked on one another with energy pulsing between them in pure silence.
Elizabeth could feel it now, stronger than she had yesterday, and stronger than she had just a few minutes ago, the pull of pure power, the sensation that made it feel as though an elephant was being lifted off her chest.
And then Castiel broke the eye contact, and the elephant fell back on her chest, crushing her and practically knocking her off balance.
"Look we will stop this witch before she rises anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die!" Sam said
"We are waiting time with these mud monkeys and this… Abomination." Uriel said.
Elizabeth turned to look at Uriel, she had absolutely had it with this asshole of an angel. She clinched her fists so hard together that she could feel her nails piercing into her skin.
Abomination?
Who was he calling an Abomination?
Her?
Surely not her.
"Who the hell are you calling an abomination?" She said in a whisper.
Uriel once again gave her a small smirk. One that was filled with pride and an ego so large it could fill the entire motel room.
"You, obviously." He said simply.
"Excuse me?" She said, confused as to why that would even be his nickname of choice for her.
"Alright look here chuckles, leave her alone." Dean snarled.
"And watch the name calling." Sam chimed in.
"If you two mud monkeys only knew who she really was, you wouldn't be so quick to defend her." Uriel said.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, and felt her body begin to shake with anger. She had, had it and quickly she started walking towards Uriel, hell bent on slapping him back to Heaven.
Castiel observed this and before she could get anywhere near Uriel, he grabbed her by the wrist and held her back.
The touch of his cool skin on her scalding wrist brought Elizabeth to a screeching halt. She turned her head to find Castiel inches away from her, pleading silently with his eyes, begging her to stop. Not only did she sense the electric shock this time, but she practically felt it, radiating off of Castiel and flowing through his arm and into her body.
Her hand began to shake slightly as if she had not eaten in a couple days. She heard the wind outside pick up however her eyes did not leave Castiel's.
It was power flowing into more power.
It was power unlocking an even bigger power.
It was heaven, cracking open the treasure chest that held Elizabeth Winchester's deepest and most darkest secret.
And then it was over.
Castiel let go of her wrist quickly and took three steps backwards, his eyes slightly wider than they had been moments ago.
He had sensed it too, and unlike Elizabeth he knew what that sensation was, as did Uriel who stood taller now with a very dark and dangerous expression. The room had gone quiet, Elizabeth had slowly backed away from Uriel, silent and still electrified from Castiel's touch. Sam and Dean stood with the same defensive stance, angry that Uriel and Castiel were planning on blowing up this town, and furious that Uriel had the balls to insult Elizabeth in front of them. Unlike Sam, Dean had noticed the akaward tension between Elizabeth and Castiel when he grabbed her wrist, however he decided calling her on it right now was not the best idea and made a mental note to ask her about it later.
"Look, you can't do this you are angels! You're…you're supposed to show mercy!" Sam finally said as his words cut through the silence like a sharp knife.
Uriel laughed softly, and shook his head, his eyes tore away from Elizabeth, who had shrunken away now and was lightly grasping onto her wrist- and landed on Sam.
"Says who?" He asked
Castiel sighed, he wanted to help the Winchesters, he wanted that more than anything. However they had their orders, and Uriel was not going to allow him to stray from them. He couldn't help but glance over at Elizabeth, her eyes seemed far away as if she was lost in thought and he knew that she was questioning everything that happened and was currently happening in this room.
He should have known better than to touch her.
He should have been stronger, more disciplined. How could he be so reckless as to shove the key into the lock that held her powers in.
How could he jeopardize everything the Angels were working towards?
Easy- with one look into her beautiful emeralds.
Everything he had ever known was turned on their head when he looked into her eyes. In them, he saw nothing that he had ever seen inside a human before. There was such a strength, along with a fearlessness that pulled him in and then punched him in the gut, leaving him breathless.
He couldn't help himself around her, and it was almost like a different person took over his body and made him act completely out of character.
Never before had he experienced such a jolt in his stomach when he saw someone.
Never before had he experienced such joy when someone said his name.
Never before had he experienced looking into someone's eyes and becoming completely lost.
Never before had he doubted his superiors, had he disobeyed his superiors, had he wanted to choose humans, over Angels.
No- the plan was just, stop the witch from breaking the seal, stop Lucifer from rising. Go back to heaven and continue to be a obedient solider.
"I know you may not understand this right now, but you must have faith. There is no other choice." Castiel finally said. As he said it he felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Was his plan as just as he thought it was?
Was having faith really all that was needed in order to stop Lucifer?
"Of course you have a choice! What are you telling me that you have never questioned a crap order, or are you just a couple of hammers?" Dean said roughly.
Of course he had questioned a crap order, he was doing that right now, but he couldn't reveal that in front of Uriel and live to tell the story.
"Tell me something Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" Castiel asked, touching on the subject that he knew any of the Winchesters would grow defensive of.
Dean swallowed and narrowed his eyes at the blue eyed angel in front of him, he glanced over at Sam and then at Elizabeth who still looked a little shell shocked but was now paying attention to the conversation.
Dean was not going to let these Angels smite the whole town like they were nothing.
"Well sorry to inform you boys but the plans have changed.." Dean began
"What? Are you going to stop us?" Uriel said breaking into the beginning of Dean's speech.
Dean smiled slightly and then glanced over at Castiel who's eyes were piercing him through narrowed slits.
Did Dean dare make a move at Uriel like Elizabeth had?
Yes- of course he dared, he didn't give a damn what Castiel thought, and he especially didn't give a damn about Uriel.
So he took a couple steps forward, getting into the face of the smug angel.
"No I don't think you can stop me, but if you are going to smite this whole town, then you're going to smite us along with it because we aren't leaving…and seeing as you guys went through all the trouble to rescue me from hell, I think I'm pretty important to the man upstairs. So you want to waste me? Go ahead. See how he digs that." Dean said.
Sam breathed out a sigh as he watched his older brother get into the face of the most powerful creature he had ever seen.
Dean had guts, but so did Elizabeth, because five minutes ago she was stalking over to that same powerful creature, fists clinched like she was going to punch him.
Guts. That was the Winchester way.
"Dean…" Elizabeth said gently bringing Sam out of his thoughts.
She walked past Sam, brushing his arm slightly as she did. The last thing Elizabeth wanted was Dean getting smitted by these Angels, especially the one he was currently staring down.
"I could drag you out of here myself." Uriel said quietly, making Elizabeth stop in her tracks, right beside Castiel.
She couldn't look at him, not after what she just experienced with him. Her stomach felt his presence, and proceeded to do numerous flips as she tried to concentrate on anything but the overwhelming fragrance that Castiel carried with him.
"See- you'd still have to kill me and then that brings us back to square one. You're really going to wipe out a whole town for one little witch? Sounds to me like your compensating for something." Dean replied.
Elizabeth stifled a laugh as Uriel's face hardened with Dean's implication.
This did not go over well with the Angels in the room as they both shot her a look, which made her mask her laughs with coughs. Leave it to Dean Winchester to imply that an angel had a small package.
Once again there was a silence around the room, which was once again, broken by Sam.
"We can do this! We can stop this witch, and the summoning. Just let us. Please." He said.
Elizabeth turned to look at Castiel now, her cheeks burned hot red when she found that he was already looking at her.
Dean had now joined Elizabeth and stood next to her defiantly, silently awaiting the angel's answer.
"Castiel don't let thes-" Uriel began in a loud voice.
"ENOUGH." Castiel said in a firm and demanding voice. Uriel fell silent and Elizabeth's eyes widened as she was instantly reminded of how in charge Castiel could act.
It was hot.
Like majorly hot.
No- it wasn't, Castiel was not hot. He was a celestial being, wearing the meat suit of someone who was incredibly hot.
Elizabeth wanted to mentally slap herself as her cheeks grew even redder.
"I suggest you move quickly." Castiel demanded.
Sam breathed out a sigh of relief, they were going to let them stop the witch, they weren't going to smite the whole town.
"Don't worry about us." Dean said as he turned to walk out of the door that Sam was already waiting at.
Elizabeth didn't follow him immediately, however she hovered in front of Castiel, staring at him, thankful that he was letting them save this seal and the town.
"LIZZY!" Dean yelled from outside, obviously very angry.
"Thank you." She breathed out to Castiel. His blue eyes widened and he nodded slightly, acknowledging her thanks as she ran out of the room.
"ASTRONAUT!" He heard Dean yell as Elizabeth laughed heavily.
Her laugh sounded like beautiful, chiming bells that he could listen to all day.
"This is not good Castiel. What in the world are you thinking?" Uriel said.
"Drop it brother. It is no longer of any concern to you." He responded, frustrated that Uriel's voice overshadowed Elizabeth's laughter.
"No longer a concern… Explain to me something when you grabbed Elizabeth, what did you feel? Probably the same thing that I felt. You unlocked some of her powers." Uriel said
"Yes- and you called her an abomination! Which was uncalled for, and will probably spur her to ask questions that we cannot answer." Castiel said with an evident angry tone.
"Brother- why do you care so much? Why did you let these mud monkeys make the decision?" Uriel asked.
Castiel rolled his eyes and turned away from his brother. Not one hundred percent sure why he chose the Winchesters plan over heaven's plan.
He sighed and turned back around to look at Uriel.
"You shouldn't call them that." He replied, ignoring Uriel's question about why he sided with them.
"Why? That's what they are. They are savages Castiel, running around on two legs." Uriel responded.
Castiel clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at Uriel.
"You are close to blasphemy." He whispered.
This statement obviously made Uriel uncomfortable because he shifted on his feet and diverted his eyes away from Castiel's. Castiel was growing tired of arguing with Uriel, he was his brother, his fellow angel, who he should be siding with, then again, Uriel was a hard one to get along with, even in past assignments.
"Look… Dean Winchester is important, Elizabeth Winchester is important and Sam Winchester is important. You know that each of them has potential to be something that they currently are not. We must look after them all for they are out mission…at any rate…everything is out of our hands now." Castiel said with a exhausted sigh.
"They may be our mission, but do you honestly believe that I will follow orders from Dean Winchester? Besides, not everything has to be out of our hands brother." Uriel responded.
This peaked Castiel's interest, he knew that Uriel always had backup plans when it came to completing missions, however most were immoral and completely against everything that Angels stood for.
"And what would you suggest?" Castiel asked
"It's obvious, that we drag Dean Winchester out of here, and then blow this insignificant pinprick off the map!" Uriel said harshly.
Pinprick? This was their fathers creation, and it was beautiful, not one part of Earth was insignificant, not one human being was unimportant.
"Uriel…." Castiel began, combing through his thoughts so that he would pick the right words to say.
"Our true orders are to follow whatever Dean says, you know that. We cannot simply remove him from the picture and blow this pinprick as you so say, off the map. That is disobedience." He continued.
Uriel leaned back against the wall and fixed Castiel with a gaze that was full of mischief and curiosity.
"Disobedience you say? Haven't you already been participating in that Castiel?" Uriel asked.
Cas knitted his eyebrows together and tilted his head slightly, truly confused at what Uriel was insinuating.
"What?" He asked
"Elizabeth Winchester brother, you said it yourself last night, her powers can only be unlocked by prolonged exposure to celestial beings. Us. And seeing as you are the only angel within a fifty foot radius of her, I would assume that it is you doing the unlocking. I saw it for myself, right here. Now if that were true… You would be the one disobeying heavens orders. Elizabeth Winchester is not to unlock any of her unholy powers, and if she does, if she finds out about her heritage, she must be disposed of like the garbage she is. Castiel. Please tell me that you have not forgotten this." Uriel said.
He had not forgotten this, in fact it frequently ping ponged through his mind whenever he was anywhere near Elizabeth. It was a constant battle between staying away from her, and being near her. He knew that he had unlocked some of her powers, the only thing saving him was that she did not know about them, nor did she know how to use them. It was all there, the headaches, being able to feel his and Uriel's energy, the shaky hand. She was becoming more unhinged with every encounter they had, and he knew it. Every time he told himself to leave her alone and find Dean, he ended up convincing himself that he needed to hear her voice, and he had no idea why.
"You like her…" Uriel said with wide eyes.
Yes… He did like her, and it shook him to his core because he did not know what to do about it.
"Uriel, I do not like Elizabeth." He said. He could feel his lie burning through his teeth as it rolled off his tongue.
"Hmm, I certainly hope not Castiel, for that would be the utmost treason to Heaven." Uriel said, and with that, he fixed Castiel with one last look of concern, and then disappeared with the sound of a flutter.
Castiel breathed out a sigh of relief, he figured that if he had to stand under Uriel's knowing gaze any longer he would crack and speak of all his feelings that he did not understand. He let out another sigh and attempted to move his thoughts away from the youngest Winchester.
All he could do was wait for Sam, Dean and Elizabeth, and hope that they stopped this witch from raising Samhain.
"I cannot BELIEVE it is the teacher!" Elizabeth said as she leaned against the trunk of the impala. They had been right there, staring him in the face. They could have stopped this thing hours ago if they had just paid a little more attention.
Out of frustration Elizabeth kicked backwards, connecting her foot with the impalas back driver tire.
"HEY! Don't take it out on baby." Dean said as he and Sam strolled over to her.
"Apologize." Dean continued as he pointed at the car. Elizabeth knew he was not playing around, he never did, especially when it came to his Impala.
"Dear baby, I apologize for kicking you, I did not mean to, I promise it won't happen again." She said as she rubbed the top of the car.
"Baby says thank you, and apology accepted. Do it again, and you'll be walking." Dean said as he opened the front door and climbed into the drivers seat.
"Well let's go you two, we got a witch to kill!" Dean said as Sam and Elizabeth shared a small smile with each other.
Elizabeth climbed into the backseat and let her thoughts drift off as Dean started the impala and took off.
She felt bad for Sam, he had this picture perfect image of Heaven and Angels and didn't want to believe Dean when he said that they were dicks. Castiel and Uriel ruined that for him, and that upset her beyond belief because Sammy was- despite everything they had seen and been through- still religious. He had always believed in the Bible and church, and even God. Whereas she and Dean simply believed that there was nothing after death expect becoming an evil spirit or a demon. They did not believe in the power of God because had there been a God, he wouldn't have let the world fall apart like it had.
He would have saved her parents, and her aunt and uncle.
He would have saved Alex, Meg, and Hendrickson.
He would have saved all the innocent people who died at the hands of supernatural circumstances.
But then- she would have never met Castiel.
No, she didn't want to think about him right now, because thinking about him brought on images of Uriel, and that made her see red. Who was he to call her an abomination, and what the hell did that even mean.
Was she some product of premarital sex?
Maybe it was because she was a hunter, and had killed numerous creatures that lurked in the night without blinking an eye.
Yeah that had to be it, he was referring to her as a murder. Just, in more eloquent language.
But when he said that word, she saw the reflection in Castiel's eyes. The fear, the rage, almost as if Uriel had spilled heavens biggest secret.
Then there was when he touched her. His touch had felt so calming and reassuring in her moment of rage. It was like the calm before the storm, and then he sent that electrical shock through her, and not even a metaphorical shock, but a real, vibrating and coursing through her body shock, and she couldn't explain what it did.
It felt like a piece of her was unlocking itself, almost like she had this part of her hidden behind some door and Castiel was slowly breaking that door down. After the touch she had felt stronger and her senses felt sharper. Everything had changed but nothing appeared different. She was still the same 5'5, 150 pound Winchester that she had always been…but something inside of her was different, and she could feel it, and she wanted to talk to Sam and Dean about it but she couldn't find the words. The only person she knew that could accurately explain to her what happened was Castiel, and that meant she would have to find him again, and make him answer her questions.
"We're here." Sam said.
Here meant a abandoned looking house that they had been able to track Don the mega witch to.
"Great." Elizabeth mumbled as she clambered out of the back on the impala. She hated witches, they could always sense them coming from miles away and could throw them around the room with a flick of their supernatural wrist.
Plus all their ingredients in all their spells were disgusting.
Like a charred metacarpal bone of a child for example.
"Let's light this bitch up." Dean said as he opened the bottom of the trunk and grabbed and dispersed all the witch killing necessities.
"And stop Lilith in the process." Sam chimed it.
Lilith, just the name made Elizabeth want to grind her teeth together in disgust.
"Alright, stay close, see a witch, shoot a witch, got it?" Dean asked the pair of younger Winchesters,
"Yeah Dean we got it, just move." Elizabeth whispered.
Dean nodded and as quietly as possible the three moved into the house, guns cocked and ready for anything that might be lurking around the cobwebbed corners.
Every floor board in the house seemed to squeak, and even more so when Sam walked on them. Dean would repeatedly glance over his shoulder at Sam and Elizabeth and glare because of the noise they were making.
"Well if this witch doesn't know we are here by now, then he is deaf." Dean whispered as they stood in front of the basement door.
"It's not my fault, it's an abandoned house with crap flooring." Sam replied.
"Will both of you shut up, we are trying to stop a seal from being broken. That seems to be important." Elizabeth said to the two boys.
Dean raised his eyebrows at her and gave her his best offended look before he grabbed onto the basement doorknob and threw it open.
The first thing Elizabeth saw was Tracy, tied up and hanging from the ceiling. The next thing she saw was Don- brandishing a knife and headed their way. Before he could move any further she raised her gun and pumped Don full of bullets. His heavy body fell to the ground and Elizabeth grimaced while Sam ran over to untie Tracy.
Dean checked Don's pulse and glanced up at Elizabeth, signaling that he was dead. She let out a breath and glanced around the room, she hated killing people, even if they were supernatural creatures, it never sat right with her, ending a life, but it was the job, and it kept millions of other innocent human beings safe.
"Ugh, he was going to kill me!" Tracy cried, making Elizabeth divert her attention to the girl.
"That sick son of a bitch, I mean did you see what he was doing… What he was saying?" Tracy continued.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, something felt off about Tracy, her voice sounded scared but her eyes registered with an excited emotion. There was something else that Elizabeth couldn't make out, but before she could even begin to contemplate what it might be, Tracy revealed herself.
The three Winchesters flew backwards as Tracy yelled out an incantation in Latin. Elizabeth hit the ground hard and her gun slid across the wooden floor. She barely paid attention as Tracy rambled on about how Don was her brother and being stuck with him for 600 years. All she could focus on was the intense pain in her stomach and how her gun was too far away to get too.
They were stuck, none of them could reach their weapons and they couldn't move very far either. Tracy began to chant in Latin and Elizabeth glanced over at Sam, his eyes were darting between Tracy and Don's body, she could see an idea forming in the features of his face.
"Sammy- what is it?" She whispered through clinched teeth.
He didn't say a word, instead he outstretched his hand and dropped it into Don's blood, he began wiping it on his face, and all Elizabeth could do was stare in horror.
"What…are you doing?" Dean breathed out.
"Just follow my lead." Sam replied as he quickly put blood onto Dean's disgusted face.
"Lizzy, put some on, now." Sam hissed.
Elizabeth licked her lips and forced herself to swallow down the bile that was beginning to form in the back of her throat.
This was disgusting, she was currently putting a dead mans blood on her face for reasons unknown.
The wet substance felt thick and heavy on her face and the smell of iron and salt filled her nose as she finished wiping the blood onto her.
The floor began to shake, and loudly cracked open. A thick black substance pooled out of the crack and flooded into the mouth of Don.
Elizabeth knew exactly what it was, and exactly what they had failed to stop.
Samhain.
The once witch inhabited body rose to his feet and stood in front of Tracy. Elizabeth could hear them talking, but didn't dare look over at them. Her eyes slammed shut when she heard the familiar sound of bones cracking and then a soft thud as Tracy fell to the ground dead. She could hear Samhain walking towards them now and Elizabeth did everything she could to control her breathing.
Don't freak out. It's just a very powerful demon- who we promised would not be risen.
Great, now not only were the Angels dicks, but they were correct dicks, who were probably going to be extremely arrogant after this and never let them make any decisions again.
Samhain stopped for a split second and glanced down at the three Winchesters, their faces covered with masks. To him, they appeared dead and without a second look, he stepped over them and walked out of the room.
Elizabeth let herself breath as she heard his footsteps vanish. Her eyes opened and she looked over at Sam and Dean.
"How did you know that would work?" Elizabeth asked.
Sam shrugged and sat up.
"I took a chance. Halloween lore said that people used to wear masks to hide from him" He replied.
"So our lives were based off of a chance?" Dean questioned
"Well it worked. Come on let's go, we have to stop Samhain from rising his counterparts." Sam said as he stood up. He helped Elizabeth up and the three ran to the impala, they all knew they had failed at stopping the seal, but at least they could stop Samhain from running around town, killing innocent people.
Castiel felt it, like a rubber band had snapped, and he let out a heavy sigh. Another seal had broken, meaning the Winchesters failed at stopping Samhain.
He should have allowed Uriel to smite the town, stopping this whole thing from happening…but then innocent human beings would have died, and Castiel did not think he could live with himself it he had allowed that to happen.
Nevertheless, he knew that the Winchesters would succeed in exorcising Samhain back to Hell, for they always seemed to succeed at things like that. Silently he hoped Heaven would not be too angry with him, and he briefly wondered if Elizabeth was okay.
Elizabeth was not in any way okay. As soon as they arrived at the graveyard, she was separated from her cousins. She could hear them calling her name but the powerful grip that held onto her from behind covered her mouth with a extremely strong force, forcing her to stay quiet. Once their voices faded, the grip loosened and she felt herself being dragged deeper into the cemetery.
"What do you want asshole?" Elizabeth said as she tried to rip herself out of the grip of the person dragging her.
"You. I know who you are." The man said turning around and coming face to face with her.
Samhain had her. He had her and he blood froze in her veins as their eyes locked onto each other.
"Yeah? And what would that be?" Elizabeth questioned.
"My weapon." Samhain said cryptically, he turned back around and continued to drag her into the abandoned church.
"Weapon? I'm just a person. How can I be your weapon, dude, let me go!" Elizabeth pleaded. Samhain's grip on her arm was becoming painful now and she could practically feel the bruise being imprinted into her skin.
"Silence yourself girl." Samhain commanded as they entered the church.
"Have you met me? I usually don't shut up." Elizabeth replied. As soon as the words left her mouth she knew it was a bad idea. Samhain turned on her quickly and shoved her into an empty room that held nothing but a stain-glass window. He pushed her up against the wall and then covered her with his body. He threw his hand over her mouth and leaned in close, so that their noses were practically touching. Elizabeth squirmed under his grasp, hoping to free herself.
"You will learn to listen to me, for I will be in charge of you until Lucifer can rise. Now Elizabeth Winchester- shut your mouth, or I will shut it for you." Samhain whispered into her ear. She narrowed her eyes at him and bucked her hips in an attempt to throw him off of her. He chuckled and gripped her arms tighter, shoving her deeper into the wall, causing her the grit her teeth in pain as the wall connected hard with her back.
"You. Will. Learn." He said once again, his lips left her ear and moved across her jaw.
Frustrated that she could not get free of the demon, Elizabeth closed her eyes and hoped to God that Sam or Dean would find her.
She could feel Samhain's hands moving up her arms and she once again tried to squirm away from him.
"I've been in hell a long time, I've forgotten how beautiful women are. Especially powerful women." Samhain whispered into her neck.
Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows and began kicking at him, hoping to connect with him in any way, this only made him laugh more as he used his demon powers to trap her against the wall. She couldn't move at all now, all she could do was cringe as Samhain's mouth began placing wet kisses on her neck. She swallowed down the bile that was forming in the back of her throat, and once again began praying.
Please, Please, Sam, Dean, anyone find me! Help me! Please!
As Samhain's arms moved downwards and under her shirt, Elizabeth heard a voice that almost made her cry out in joy.
"Hey! Asshole, leave her alone." Sam said.
Samhain turned around and blasted a bright white light at Sam, that did nothing but blind Elizabeth.
"Yeah… That little trick doesn't work on me." Sam said as he continued to walk towards the demon.
Elizabeth wanted to move and help Sam but Samhain still had her trapped against the wall. She internally cringed as Samhain and Sam began to fight, punches connected on one another's faces with sheer force. For a second, Sam had the upper hand on the demon, but then Samhain pinned Sam against the wall and began choking him.
"SAM!" Elizabeth cried out.
He glanced over at her and gave her a small wink. Quickly he pulled out Ruby's knife and cut into Samhain's arm. The demon let out a small groan and dropped Sam, as the slice on his arm caused him intense pain.
Sam ran over to Elizabeth, but was quickly distracted as Samhain ran towards him. Sam knew what he had to do, and without thinking he raised his hand, mentally stopping Samhain in his tracks.
Elizabeth's eyes widened as she watched Sam struggled to release the demon from inside Don's body. He had promised her and Dean that he would never use his powers again, he promised them that he had stopped, but by the looks of it he had not stopped. Black liquid began flowing out of Don's body, and Elizabeth could see Sam was struggling even more now, small groaning noises were escaping his mouth as more and more black liquid flowed out Don.
Elizabeth glanced over the the entrance of the room, standing there, holding an expression that she knew matched hers, was Dean.
They both watched as Sam finished exorcising the demon and fell to the ground. Elizabeth felt the weight lift off her body and she too fell hard to the ground. She was breathing hard as he eyes focused on nothing but Sam.
He had promised.
He had lied… And she couldn't stand to be in the same room as him anymore.
"Lizzy I…" Sam began as she stood up and walked past him.
"Drop it Sam." She said. She didn't want to hear his explanations, she didn't even want to look at him.
Quickly she brushed past Dean and kept walking until she reached the impala.
How could Sam do this after he swore he would never do it again. Yeah he was trying to save her, but there was a time when he would have grabbed the knife and plunged it into Samhain's heart. It was almost like Sam was looking to use his powers.
His demonic powers.
Elizabeth breathed out a frustrated sigh and glanced down at her arms. Like she had suspected, two hand prints were visible on both her arms. She could also feel her back beginning to bruise, and tasted the blood that oozed out of her busted lip.
Samhain had really done a number on her.
Sam and Dean were walking out of the church. Each was quiet and didn't dare say a word to one another. When they reached the impala, Dean glanced over at Elizabeth.
"You okay?" He asked her.
No she wasn't okay, she was absolutely appalled at what she had just seen Sam do.
"Yeah- I'm fine, lets just go." She lied as she avoided looking at Sam and climbed into the backseat of the impala.
Tonight had sucked, her body hurt all over, her head ached and she could hardly look at her older cousins as they drove back to the motel. On top of all that, another seal had broke, meaning that Lilith was one step closer to releasing Lucifer from Hell. Elizabeth could only imagine what Castiel was going to say about that failure.
Slowly, Elizabeth felt falling victim to the sleep that was closing in around her.
Yeah- tonight defiantly sucked.
The next morning, Elizabeth awoke early, earlier than Sam and Dean. She knew she had only gotten about two or three hours of sleep, and her body ached everywhere. She stretched out on her bed and was especially glad today that she had her own room. Last night, the ride home had been akaward and silent. Once they arrived at the motel, Elizabeth went straight to her room, and didn't say a word to Sam or Dean. Her mind had been racing all night, questions bounced around her skull making it hard for her to sleep.
Why had Uriel called her an abomination?
Why had Samhain called her a weapon and insinuated that Lucifer would own her?
Why was Sam still using his powers?
Why did everything in her seem to change after Castiel touched her yesterday?
Nothing made sense, and the more she thought about it the more frustrated she became. Frustrated she threw the blankets off of her and tumbled out of bed. She threw on her nearest and cleanest clothes, pulled on her combat boots and thew her hair up into a messy bun. She grabbed her leather jacket and exited her room quietly, needing some fresh air.
She absentmindedly began walking, the crisp fall air felt amazing on her skin and she relished in the mixed smells of pumpkin, leaves and cinnamon. Fall had always been her favorite time of year, the weather was perfect- not too hot, and not too cold.
After walking about five or so minutes, she found herself being pulled towards a small park. She could hear the numerous screams and laughs of children as they played on the playscape and swings. Another pulling sensation made her turn her attention from the children and look over to a bench that sat a couple feet away from the park. Sitting on the bench, in his identifiable trenchcoat with extremely tousled hair was the Angel that had been running through Elizabeth's mind all night- Castiel.
Quickly she walked over to him, feeling a stronger pulse of energy with each step she took towards the Angel.
Her mind raced with questions that she knew he had to have the answers too.
"Castiel?" She said in a questioning tone as she reached the bench where he sat.
He looked up at her, surprised to see that she was standing there. His blue eyes pierced her green ones with such a force that it almost knocked the wind out of her.
"How did you find me?" He asked as she sat down on the wooden bench next to him. He noticed how close she was too him, and instantly he felt like the wind got knocked out of his stomach.
"Honestly, I don't know, I was just walking, without thinking really and found myself being pulled here." Elizabeth whispered.
Castiel arched an eyebrow at her and internally cursed to himself, he should have known that after everything that happened yesterday, she would be able to detect his aura of power, even if she didn't realize what drew her here.
"If that makes any sense." She continued when Castiel remained silent.
"It makes sense." He said with a sigh.
Elizabeth stared hard at his profile, his blue eyes stared straight out in front of him, as if to avoid making eye contact with her. She sighed, how could everything about her make sense to him, but not her. How did he know what was going on, but she knew nothing. She wanted him to explain, since day one he had been dropping cryptic hints about her and her father and after Uriel and Samhain she knew that something was different about her, she could practically feel it.
Castiel glanced over at Elizabeth, realizing that she had gone silent, which was unlike her. He noticed that her green eyes were fogged over as if she was deep in thought.
"Elizabeth." He said simply, attempting to pull her from her thoughts.
Elizabeth blinked a couple of times and then looked back to Castiel. His head was tilted slightly and his eyebrows were furrowed, making the skin in between them crease, she almost felt herself try and reach up in an attempt to smooth out the lines but she resisted and instantly felt her cheeks growing hot.
"Are you hot?" Castiel asked as he noticed the color change in her face.
Elizabeth let out a small chuckle, instantly grateful for Castiel's lack of human knowledge.
"Cas…." She began, hesitating slightly, unsure of how to ask him about herself.
He smiled slightly as she used his new nickname and briefly remembered the shock on Uriel's face when she called him that yesterday in her motel.
"What is going on with me? Why did Uriel call me an abomination, why did Samhain say I was going to be his weapon? Why…why did I feel like I was electrocuted when you touched me yesterday? Everything about me felt different, what did you do to me Cas?" She said as the words tumbled out of her mouth without any filter.
Cas sighed and looked away from her again, he wanted to explain everything to her, and the pleading look in her eyes made his heart ache with a pain that he had never experienced before.
"Unfortunately. I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you." He replied.
Which was true, he was not allowed to tell her anything about her powers. His superiors made it extremely clear that Elizabeth was not to know anything about what she truly was. If she uncovered anything about her heritage…Heaven would have no choice but to kill her, and the thought of her dying made a lump form in the back of his throat. Quickly he swallowed it and glanced over at Elizabeth. Clearly she had been expecting him to answer her differently and she looked annoyed that he was holding information back.
"Why not?" She asked.
Castiel let out another sigh and mentally noted that she like Sam and Dean, asked too many questions.
"My superiors have made it clear that I am not to.. Disclose with you any information pertaining your abilities." He responded.
"My abilities? Castiel what the hell are you not telling me?" She asked, her frustration growing immensely with the Angel sitting beside her.
Castiel knitted his eyebrows together again and bit on his bottom lip. Like every time before, he found it extremely hard not to tell her everything. He shook his head and stood up In frustration, rounding the bench to stand by the huge oak tree that towered over the small park. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned to look at Elizabeth, who had stood with him and followed him over to the tree.
"Please tell me. I don't know what Heaven has on you, but they don't own you Cas, you can tell me, it's your choice, not theirs." She said as she reached out a touched his arm.
Time seemed to freeze as he looked down at where her burning hand was. He could feel the creeping pulse of electricity begin to flow between them, as it had yesterday when he grabbed her wrist. He swallowed hard and looked back up into her eyes. In them, was an intensity that Cas had never seen before. He knew that she was strong willed, but never had he imagined that he would get caught up in it. He thought he would be stronger when it came to her, but he quickly found out that he was not. He wanted to do everything he could to ease her confusion and he wanted to piece her visible broken pieces back together.
He wanted her, and once he admitted that to himself, he knew that everything was over.
"Elizabeth…I'll explain it, all of it. But not here, it's too open, I'll meet you at Bobby's once you get back there…then I'll tell you everything." He said.
Elizabeth's eyes widened, she had expected him to fight her on this, but his eyes looked exhausted and briefly she felt an ache in her heart as his facial expressions literally looked pained.
"…thank you." She breathed out.
Cas's eyes never left her face, and she could feel herself growing hot under his intense gaze. She wanted him to say something, or do something that would break their eye contact. She herself wanted to break their eye contact but she couldn't. She was falling into the crystal clear oceans and quickly drowning in them.
Slowly she felt herself being pulled towards him, she screamed in her head to stop, to high tail it out of there and never look back. To put Castiel in the dust, but heart body screamed something different, it yearned for him and begged to be touched by this mysterious angel standing in front of her.
Their lips were inches apart.
She could feel his breath on her face, and could his distinctive, warm summer day mixed with ozone, odor filled her nostrils.
He was so close that she could see the slight stubble on his face, and in a lapse of judgment, she brought her hand up and allowed it to touch his cheek. She expected him to draw back, but his eyelashes fluttered closed for a split second and he actually leaned into her touch.
He leaned into it!
Internally she was freaking out.
She felt awkward, like a teenager experiencing their first kiss, and she wanted to slap herself because she never felt like this with guys. She couldn't believe that she was centimeters away from him, his lips were right there, if they leaned into each other just a little further they would be kissing. Her mind was beginning to go blank as she felt Castiel put a warm hand on her waist, which caused her breath to hitch.
With each new touch Elizabeth felt the electric jolt that she was beginning to become accustomed to grow stronger and stronger.
She looked back up at his eyes, which had darkened considerably in the last few seconds.
"Wh….what are you doing?" She mumbled.
Castiel let out a small breath and raised his eyebrow, looking like he was considering something. He knew that he was unlocking more of Elizabeth's powers as they spoke, but he did not care, all her cared about was how close she was to him and what it might feel like to press his lips against her very full ones.
"Considering disobedience." He replied roughly.
Just as he went to lean in more and close the space between them, Elizabeth's phone began to ring. Quickly Elizabeth jumped back, her face flushed and her fingers trembling as she pulled the phone out of her back pocket.
The caller ID said Dean and Elizabeth let out a small groan.
"What?" She asked as she answered the phone.
"Where are you? We are about to leave, to head back to bobby's but low and behold, you aren't here." Dean grumbled.
"I went for walk, I'll be there in like five minutes." She replied.
"Yeah yeah, just hurry up." He said as he clicked off the phone.
Elizabeth sighed and shoved the phone back into her pocket. She ran her hands over her face and then looked back up at Castiel.
"I'm uh…right, yeah sorry. I have to go, but I will defiantly call you when I get to Bobby's. So we can uh talk." She rambled nervously.
"Right, it will be something that needs to be talked about in front of Sam, Dean and Bobby. They will more than likely want to know what I'm going to tell you." He replied in a shaky voice. His body was still trying to come down from the high it had just experienced.
"Yeah, okay.." She said with a smile.
He returned it with a smile of his own as she began walking backwards.
"I'll see you then Elizabeth." He said.
She nodded and then turned to walk off but quickly turned back around, a question forming in her head.
"Cas. How do I call you?" She asked.
He chuckled slightly and glanced up at the sky and then looked back down at her.
"Just pray to me." He answered simply, and with that, he disappeared with the flutter of his wings