Chapter 13- Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
Elizabeth let out a harsh sigh as she sat in the backseat of the impala. Her arms were crossed over her chest while her eyes darted between the back's of Sam and Dean's heads. The inside of the cab was deathly quiet, which was not abnormal seeing as they had just finished attending Pamela's funeral.
The funeral was not the only reason for the silence. Ever since the siren attack Sam and Dean a couple weeks ago, there has been a lingering feeling of betrayal in the air. Elizabeth knew that Sam thought Dean was too emotionally weak at the moment to hack it, and she also knew that Dean thought Sam could not be trusted due to his demonic powers. The two of them had been arguing back and forth so much recently that at times, she felt practically invisible. The only plus side was that seeing as the boys were so wrapped up in each other, she had more time alone, which meant she had more time to practice her powers. A small part of herself was frustrated seeing as she was continuously lying to Sam and Dean, but another part of her welcomed the new found power and demanded more of it like an addict.
It was slowly slipping into dangerous territory but Elizabeth couldn't find it in herself to care.
With an aggravated sigh, Elizabeth threw her head back against the seat and let her mind painfully wander back to Pamela's funeral. She had stood in the cemetery for what seemed like hours, gripping fiercely onto Bobby's left hand despite his incessant grumbling. She willed herself not to cry, and it was easy to keep herself from doing that around a lot of people, but now, it was just her, Sam and Dean and she could slowly feel the stinging around her eyes forming along with a lump the size of Texas in the back of her throat.
Pamela was dead- and Alastair pretty much was the sole reason for it happening and the longer she thought about it, the more angry Elizabeth became. She was tired of burying their friends, she was tired of dragging people into their messes and most importantly she was tired of all the lies.
Especially with Sam.
Elizabeth knew that he was sneaking around with Ruby. It was easy to tell, and the more Elizabeth grew to understand her powers, the more easy it was to identify when strong supernatural creatures were around, such as Demons and Angels.
Sam cleared his throat.
"Bobby just sent us a text, looks like we aren't heading back to his place. He got a Lilith tip, in Cheyenne." Sam said
Dean glanced over at Sam and then looked in the rear view mirror at Elizabeth. He could tell that there was a storm brewing in her eyes, but instead of asking her about it he just sighed and diverted his eyes back to the road.
"Cheyenne it is then." He grumbled.
The ride was awful. Elizabeth spent most of her time stifling her anger while wishing every possible tortuous death upon Alastair. Scenario after scenario played out in her head and each one got bloodier, by the time they arrived at the motel, she was so consumed in her thoughts that she hadn't realized that they were parked in the parking lot.
"Are you going to get out or were you just planning on sitting in there all night?" Dean questioned.
Elizabeth blinked a few times and tried to stifle to immense anger that was radiating off of her while she pushed herself out of the impala.
Both Sam and Dean could tell that Elizabeth was angry. All her signs were on full blast, and while Dean had no intention on poking the bear, Sam was getting ready to drill her as soon as they walked into the adjoined motel rooms.
Before Dean unlocked and pushed open the motel door, and before Sam flicked on the lights revealing the room- Elizabeth felt them. They were radiating off white hot energy, glorifying it like the bastards they were.
Angels.
"Winchester and Winchester." The familiar voice of Uriel said from inside the room.
Elizabeth was stationary, standing just outside the door. She did not want to go into the room, she did not want to see Uriel or Castiel. They had practically instrumented Pamela's death, they dragged her into it, and played the Winchester's like guitars.
"Oh come on!" Dean cried out.
The sound of her older brother's voice made Elizabeth snap out of her trance and will her stubborn feet to move. Before she entered the room, she let out a small sigh and glanced down at her old black combat boots. Why was it that these Angels always appeared at the absoulte worst times? Silently she cursed in her head and made her way into the room, standing firmly between Sam and Dean.
"Ah there she is." Uriel said with a sneer.
Castiel stood on the opposite side of the room, his left hand was clinched hard in his trenchcoat pocket as he tried his best not to look at Elizabeth. He could feel the anger radiating off of her like a heater and it hurt him to know that he was partly responsible for that.
He wanted to open his mouth and apologize for the Pamela incident, but last night his superiors had ripped into him. They told him that if he did not get his emotions in check that he would be thrown in prison and be charged with blasphemy.
"You are needed." Uriel said, ripping Castiel out of his thoughts.
"Needed? We just got back from being needed!" Dean exclaimed in an angry and rough tone.
"Now you mind your tone with me boy." Uriel responded.
Elizabeth had not meant to do it, but she took an aggressive step forward as if someone else was controlling her body.
"Why don't you mind your damn tone with us?" She questioned in a low tone.
Her eyes narrowed at Uriel, and her anger threw its head back like an angry horse demanding to be paid attention to. Before she could act on it through, a pair of hands grabbed onto her shoulder, and she could hear Sam talking.
"We just got back from Pamela's funeral." Sam said in a gentler tone.
"Pamela. Psychic Pamela. You remember her right? Cas you remember her, you burned her eyes out, yeah then she died protecting one of your precious seals, so maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for FIVE FREAKIN MINUTES!" Dean yelled.
At the mention of his name, Elizabeth snapped her eyes up at the angel standing in the corner as if he was being punished. His eyes had shot over to look at Dean as he reminded Cas of what he had done to Pamela. He looked guilty, but Elizabeth did not care at the moment, she, like Dean, was angry, and wanted to blame anyone for that anger.
"We raised you out of hell for our purposes." Uriel said.
"Yeah and what were those again… What the hell do you want from me?" Dean questioned.
Elizabeth wanted to speak, but it felt like someone had an invisible hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply and making her stand quietly between Sam and Dean. However, since Dean had brought attention to Castiel, Elizabeth had kept her eyes planted hard on his face, willing them to communicate something that her words could not.
"You could start with an attitude change." Uriel said.
Elizabeth was so very tired of this sanctimonious asshole that the only thing that kept her from leaping forward and attacking Uriel was the rough, gravely voice of Castiel.
"Dean we know this is hard to understand but-" Cas began
"We-" Uriel began as he turned slightly to look at Castiel. "Don't. Care." Uriel continued, turning back to look at the three Winchesters.
Castiel bit down hard on his lower teeth, flexing his jaw muscle hard and keeping his eyes plastered on the ugly yellowish wall in front of him. At this, another wave of anger washed over Elizabeth, however it was not an anger that was correlated with Pamela, but on that was directly related to the fact that Uriel had just been a total dick to Cas.
"Now- seven Angels have been killed, all from our garrison, the last one was killed tonight." Uriel said, cutting through the akaward silence that had presented itself after he cut off Castiel.
"Demons?" Elizabeth questioned, finally finding her voice again.
Uriel glanced over at her and nodded slightly.
"How are they doing it?" She asked With a short tone.
"We don't know." Uriel replied.
"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? A demon that can ice angels is a little out of our league don't you think?" Sam said quickly.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Elizabeth felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Everyone in the room exchanged glances, and slowly, Castiel turned his head to lock eyes with Elizabeth. He knew that it was not entirely out of her league, he also knew that she had been practicing and getting stronger, not only could he feel it radiating off of her just under her anger, but he had also seen it with his own eyes.
"We can handle the demons, thank you very much." Uriel said, offended.
"Once we find whoever it is." Castiel cut in, not taking his eyes off Elizabeth.
"So let me get this straight, you need our help, hunting a demon?" Dean questioned as he moved slightly so that he was standing more to the left.
Castiel slowly moved forward, still keeping his eyes on Elizabeth, the look he held in them was one that was strangely comforting to Elizabeth. She could feel her heartbeat begin to slow down and felt her anger dissipating slightly.
"Not exactly. We have Alastair." Cas began, tearing his eyes away from Elizabeth and looking at Dean.
"Great- he should be able to tell you who the trigger man is." Dean responded quickly.
"He isn't talking, his will is very strong and we have arrived at an impasse." Cas said with a hesitant tone.
"Well he's like a black belt in torture so you're going to have your hands full." Dean said.
"That why we have come to his student… And his interest." Uriel responded.
The room was silent for a second before it dawned on everyone that the pair of Angels were telling them that Dean was going to torture Alastair, and somehow, Elizabeth was going to be involved in that. Slowly, Elizabeth's eyes grew wide and she quickly felt herself moving to stand in front of Dean.
"No- actually Hell no! We are not doing whatever it is that you are planning." She said, her eyes bouncing between Castiel and Uriel.
"He happens to be the most qualified interrogator that we have got….and you might be just enough interest to him for him to open his mouth if Dean can not get the job done." Uriel responded.
Elizabeth's mouth fell open and her anger was slowly being replaced with a panic that felt like it was suffocated her.
"Dean- Elizabeth… You two are our best hope." Cas said, meeting Elizabeth's eyes with a level of uncertainty.
"No- like Elizabeth said. There is no way you can ask me to do this, not this Cas!" Dean said from behind Elizabeth. She could hear the panic in his voice and internally cringed at the image of Alastair ripping into Dean for 30 years.
Slowly, Uriel made his way over to the pair of them. His eyes were bouncing back and forth between Elizabeth's and Dean's. He did not stop walking until he was inches away from Elizabeth.
"Who said anything about asking?" Uriel questioned.
Before Elizabeth could question what that meant, or why they were doing this, the sound of wings rustling began to echo in her ears and the next thing she knew, her and Dean were gone.
Her old boots hit the cement ground hard, making her stumble back slightly and bump into a strong body. Quickly she whipped around and came face to face with a pair of identical green eyes.
Dean.
"They can't be serious." He mumbled, grabbing onto Elizabeth's upper arm and steadying her.
"We are- serious." Uriel said ,making both Elizabeth and Dean turn to look at the pair of angels.
"You can't just take us whenever you want too!" Elizabeth snapped, carefully keeping her eyes away from Castiel.
"Well, when you are indebted to us, we can do whatever we want with you." Uriel responded.
"I'm not indebted to anyone." Elizabeth growled.
"But Dean is." Uriel responded.
"Do I look like Dean to you?" Elizabeth questioned
"Honestly?" Uriel said with a chuckle. "Yes." He finished. "Now- look here Winchesters, Angels are dying." Uriel continued.
Elizabeth felt Dean stiffen next to her and slowly she took a step to the left so that she was standing a tad closer to him.
"Don't you know everyone is dying these days? Look. I get it you guys are these all powerful Angels that can make me do whatever you want but you can't make me do this!" Dean said.
Elizabeth could hear it agian, the panic in his voice. He sounded nothing like himself and it made the walls around Elizabeth's heart constrict. The last time she heard him sound like this was when he was attempting to call John on his cellphone because Sam was experiencing his first psychic powers.
"I know that this is too much to ask- but we have to ask it." Castiel finally said in a deeper voice than usual.
Elizabeth had managed not to bite his head off so far, but with each passing moment that Castiel attempted to force her and Dean into a situation that they clearly did not want to be in- the more she felt herself loosing the battle with her anger.
Dean was quiet, and Elizabeth bit her bottom lip and peaked up at her older brother, his eyebrows were furrowed together and his eyes were wider than usual as he stared at Cas.
"Look- I want to talk to Cas alone." Dean finally said as he glanced over to look at Uriel. For a moment, Elizabeth thought the Angel was going to disapprove, but after a moment of silence he spoke.
"I think I'll go seek revelations, there might be further orders."
"Yeah you do that, and why don't you get some doughnuts while you're out." Dean piped back. It took everything Elizabeth had not to let the laughter she had on the tip of her tongue escape her mouth. When it came to Dean and Uriel, laughing was always hard to resist.
Uriel shook his head and smiled slightly, as he glanced between Elizabeth and Dean.
"These two just don't know when to quit do they. I think I'm starting to like you Dean." Uriel said, and with that he was gone.
It didn't take long for both Dean and Elizabeth to turn around and look at Castiel. The Angel swallowed hesitantly and made eye contact with Dean. He was desperately trying to keep from looking at Elizabeth due to the amount of guilt that he had rising up in him. Having Dean torture Alastair was the absolute last thing he wanted from the Winchesters however, his superiors had yanked him away from being in charge, and now it was Uriel's doing and Castiel had little control over what his brother did.
"Cas man, what the hell?" Dean question, pulling Cas from his thoughts.
"I know that neither of you understand what is being asked of you, but you must realize that there is a bigger picture at play here." Cas breathed out. He hoped that if he said it out loud enough that he would in turn, start to believe it as well.
"My question is… When exactly did Uriel put a leash on you?" Elizabeth asked from beside Dean.
Castiel let out a shaky breath and finally tore his eyes away from Dean and looked at Elizabeth. Her facial features were hard, and she stood just slightly in front of Dean with a defensive stance. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail that allowed stray hairs to curl around her ears and despite all the pain and anger that was present in her dark evergreen eyes- she was breathtakingly beautiful as always.
"My superiors have began to question my sympathies. They believe that I was getting to close to the humans in my charge. You for example." Cas said, he never let his eyes waiver from Elizabeth and he was entranced as he watched her face transform from that of anger, to pure understanding.
"Oh.." She replied softly.
"They feel that I have begun to participate in certain emotions. This can open doorways to doubt and impair my judgment." Castiel continued, now looking at the other Winchester in the room.
Dean glanced between Castiel and Elizabeth and ignored the obvious tension that was lingering in the air between them.
"Well look, tell Uriel or whoever, that they do not want me doing this… Trust me." Dean said as he walked around Elizabeth and stepped closer to Cas.
"Want it? No…but I've been told we need it." Castiel continued.
Every inch of his body told him that this was the wrong thing to do. That Dean Winchester did not need to go into the next room over and torture Alastair until he gave up the name of the demon killing his brothers and sisters- but, heaven commanded it, and what heaven commanded, heaven got.
"Look- if I walk into the room, you will not like what walks back out. Trust me." Dean said in a quivering voice.
Elizabeth felt as if a knife was going into her chest. She couldn't see Dean's face, but she could hear how close he was to crying. It was so unlike him, he was scared. Panicked, and it was all because of the demon that was standing attached to an old Enchonian devil's trap in the next room.
"Cas please…" Elizabeth whispered.
The Angel didn't look at her, but instead stared off at the door that led to Alastair.
"For what it's worth, I would give anything, not to have you do this." Cas responded.
The room was silent for a split second and then Dean sighed and turned around, his eyes were red rimmed and his jaw was clinched tightly.
"Alright- lets do this then." He said.
"What? Dean no!" Elizabeth exclaimed, instantly blocking him from retrieving the rolling table that had numerous, dangerous looking devices on it.
"Lizzy I have to do this! Now move!" Dean responded roughly.
"I can't let you do this Dean! Not this!" Elizabeth replied. She was pleading with Dean now and she didn't care that her voice sounded weak and that every tear she had been holding back since Pam's funeral was streaming down her face now.
"It's not up to you little sister." Dean said in a familiar and comforting tone that he only used when he was trying to calm his siblings down. His eyes locked onto hers with a fierce determination that Elizabeth recognized. She knew there was no changing his mind now, he was going do this.
"Fine."" Elizabeth said, finally surrendering and moving away from the rolling table. Dean furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he glanced between the table and Elizabeth, and then with a final sigh he gripped onto the handle, and pushed himself, and the rolling table full of torturous devices into the room that held Alastair.
Elizabeth followed Dean with her eyes, and right before the metal door slammed shut, Alastair looked up from his placement on the old devil's trap and locked eyes with her. His mouth curled in a bloodcurdling smile as he looked between Dean and herself.
"This is going to be fun." The demon said and with that, the door closed harshly, sending an echoing sound throughout the abandoned building that radiated into Elizabeth's heart.
It felt like days had passed since Dean walked into the room with Alastair in it- yet it had only been about 30 minutes. Every now and then, Elizabeth could hear the demon let out a muffled sound of pain, or hear a utensil that Dean was using hit the ground.
The entire time, she distanced herself from Castiel- standing on the opposite side of the room pacing back and forth and not daring to look over in the Angel's direction. After what seemed like years of silence, Castiel finally broke the sound barrier.
"You're angry." He said as more of a statement than a question.
Elizabeth stopped pacing back and forth and turned her head to look into the alien-like blue eyes of Castiel.
"Great observation there Sherlock." She replied, she could hear the sarcasm and frustration in her voice but she didn't care.
Castiel knitted his eyebrows and tilted his head slide, looking utterly confused.
"My name isn't Sherlock, I thought you knew this Elizabeth." The angel replied.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to explain that it was a joke, or a reference to a popular investigator, but she closed her mouth and shook her head slightly. The last thing she was in the mood for was explaining to Cas who Sherlock Holmes was.
"This is crap Cas and you know it." Elizabeth said
"Unfortunate events are currently being asked of Dean- Yes, but, it must be done." Cas replied in a monotone voice.
His lack of compassion hit a cord with Elizabeth.
"Just don't Cas. How can you stand there and just let Dean walk in there with Alastair? He is not some torturing machine!" Elizabeth cried out in frustration as she stared at the poker faced angel.
"I was commanded to-"Cas began
"Please spare me your Heaven commanded it so I must do it crap okay?" Elizabeth replied, cutting Cas off.
Castiel closed his mouth and let out a long sigh through his nose. He could feel his patience being tested as Elizabeth threw insult after insult at him.
"You know that I can't just go against what is asked of me Elizabeth." Castiel said softly.
The antichrist in front of him did not respond right away, instead she looked over at the door that was holding Dean and Alastair behind it and let out a tiny breath of air.
"You aren't a machine either Castiel." Elizabeth finally answered. Her voice was calm and collected as she slowly brought her eyes back over to meet Castiel's.
"No, but I am a warrior of Heaven." He responded.
Elizabeth scoffed and let her eyes roll into her head.
"There are boundaries Cas- ones that shouldn't be crossed and this- this is one of them!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"There is no boundary that Heaven would not cross in order to stop the Apocalypse Elizabeth." Castiel said in his gravely voice.
Before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling out of her mouth like word vomit.
"Does that include acting like you have romantic feelings for me?"
Castiel unconsciously let his lips part as his breath hitched it the back of his throat. The last thing he had expected the beautiful brown headed woman standing in front of him to say was this. Castiel could ill afford to allow himself to feel anything for Elizabeth. Before heaven had dragged him back upstairs by his coat, he allowed himself to slip and give into his sinful feelings, but now, after heaven had just threatened him with angelic jail because of his disobedience, he could not give into to them.
"Elizabeth I can't." Cas breathed out
Slowly Elizabeth's face changed from open and questioning to guarded and reserved. Everything that Anna told her came rushing back to her mind. Her thoughts began to move down to her chest and constrict around her heart.
"Heaven- they just won't allow me to.. Feel the things that I feel for you, without punishment." Castiel continued after Elizabeth didn't say anything.
"And what, Castiel, exactly do you feel for me?" Elizabeth questioned, taking a step forward so that she was now in the angel's personal space.
Cas glanced down at Elizabeth and tried with all his might to form his feelings into coherent sentences. It was complicated and mentally exhausting because Castiel did not know exactly what this new feeling was. Slowly, he took a breath and then let the jumbled words fall out of his mouth like mismatched puzzle pieces.
"I feel- I don't know, these human feelings, they are all very new to me, but I feel- a sort of flutter in my stomach when you are around, most of the time I can ignore it, but when you look at me, or speak to me.. The fluttering irrupts as if it were a volcano. At times, I am at a loss of words when it comes to speaking with you. I find myself envisioning what your lips taste like and how they fit on my mouth, and how the sensation is all foreign to me- but… Very enjoyable. I am constantly worried for your safety and I want nothing more than to sit and learn about every aspect of your life but I can't Elizabeth. Heaven will kill you and punish me for our sins if we continue this."
Elizabeth let her mouth fall open as she gawked at Castiel. Whatever she had been expecting it most certainly was not that.
"Cas, I-I feel the same way." Elizabeth breathed out. She was openly revealing herself despite her whole body telling her to run away and not get to close to Cas.
A light shown in Castiel's eyes as his feelings were both understood and reciprocated by Elizabeth. He wanted to grab her arms and pull her into a hug or a long kiss but just before he was about to do just that- Alastair let out a blood curling scream that made all the color in Elizabeth's face drain.
The youngest Winchester sprang into action and ran over to the old rusty metal door, quickly she yanked it open and came face to face with a bloodied and beaten demon.
"Oh god- Dean what have you done?" Elizabeth breathed out as she looked over at her older brother.
He had small blood spatters on his clothes, his left hand was clenched around the demon killing knife and his green eyes were darker than a storm. He looked possessed, fierce, and like a man who was unleashing his inner demons on someone.
"What has to be done, get out Elizabeth, I'm not done." Dean responded harshly.
"I would listen to him sweetheart, he isn't to keen on demons. He might just strap you to this thing and carve out your insides because of what you are." Alastair said as he spat blood out from his mouth.
"Shut up." Dean said as he stuck a needle full of what Elizabeth assumed to be holy water into Alastair's arm.
Elizabeth slowly walked backwards out of the room, she was genuinely afraid of Dean at the moment due to how dark and dangerous his facial features looked.
"Cas- what have we done to him…?" Elizabeth whispered.
When an answer didn't come, she turned around and realized that she was standing in an empty room.
Castiel stood just outside the abandoned building. He could hear Elizabeth's sinful, angry words in his head as she prayed to him about his coward abilities which including running away when Dean got too torturous.
The Angel let out a small sigh as he looked around for the angelic energy he had felt earlier. It didn't take him long to find it. The redheaded Angel appeared before him- wearing a very angry expression on her face.
"Castiel." Anna said gently, despite how her features looked.
"Anna- you are not supposed to be here, heaven has ordered you to be killed." Castiel responded evenly as he tried to block out Elizabeth's words echoing in his head.
"Some how I don't think you'll try to kill me." Anna responded. "Castiel- what are you doing with Dean? You know this is wrong." Anna continued.
Inside his trenchcoat pockets, Castiel clinched his fists. He had just sat through a lecture from Elizabeth- the last thing he wanted to do was sit through another one.
"He is doing gods work." Castiel responded curtly.
"Torturing? How is that God's work? These orders are not coming from our father, he would not allow us to do this. Maybe they are coming from our superiors but- they are defiantly not coming from Father. " Anna exclaimed.
Castiel didn't answer, for he had no real explanation as to why he was feeling himself agreeing with Anna.
"Stop him Cas. Before you ruin the only weapon you have…and I'm not talking about Dean." Anna pleaded
Castiel let his eyebrow arch up at the statement.
"What are you talking about then?" He asked
"Her. I'm talking about Elizabeth, she is the best weapon you've got at stopping this whole mess but if you continue to put Dean or even Sam in these situations then you are going to loose her." Anna said
"I- Anna these are heavens orders. I can not defy them for something as small as… Questioning feelings." Castiel whispered.
"Hmm- she was right." Anna mumbled.
Castiel glanced up at his former superior. She was staring at him with wide eyes.
"What?" He asked
"Elizabeth- you like her, I saw it as soon as I brought up her name. Castiel- don't you see it?" Anna said as she walked closer to the Angel.
Cas did not have to be told twice. He knew his feelings for Elizabeth were real, his superiors would not have dragged him back to heaven and threatened him if they were not. He was told by every Angel in his garrison that Elizabeth was the root of all evil yet- when he thought of her he could only consider disobedience.
"Anna- I-I'm considering disobedience." He whispered.
Anna nodded softly and touched Cas's hand gently. "I know- and that is good." She said.
"How? How is any of this good? For the first time I feel…." Cas said ripping his hand away from Anna and trailing off.
"Cas- it gets worse. Choosing your own course of action is confusing and terrifying." Anna replied.
"Anna, I don't know what to do. Please, tell me what to do." Castiel pleaded.
Anna sighed and turned to walk away, she stopped for a second and turned to look at Cas.
"Like the old days? No, I'm sorry. It's time to think for yourself." Anna said right before she vanished.
Castiel desperately wanted someone to give him to answers he wanted, but no one could. He knew that he would have to make these decisions for himself, and that scared him to no end. Before he could let himself think more about his possible disobedience, a loud, panicked voice rang out in his head, making him almost fall to the ground.
"CAS!"
Elizabeth was in trouble, and she needed him. The last thing Castiel's eyes saw before he vanished was a pile of freshly fallen snow.
"You son of a bitch!" Elizabeth yelled as she grabbed the abandoned demon killing knife from off the ground and headed towards Alastair. She plunged the piece of metal into his chest and stumbled backwards. Her eyes darted to Dean who was laying on the ground bloodied and unconscious, and then focused them back on Alastair.
The knife wound sparked golden light but Elizabeth could tell that she had missed her target.
"Well you almost got me Lizzy." Alastair said in his nasal voice.
The demon placed one hand on the handle of the knife to pull it out while he stalked towards Elizabeth who was backing up towards the exit.
"No use running sweetheart. Stay and fight, let me see how strong you have gotten." Alastair said.
Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks and locked eyes with the demon in front of her. She knew he was testing her and that she should be running to find Cas or someone who could help but instead she lifted her hand and forced the knife to twist itself into Alastair's chest more.
The demon's eyes grew wider as he grunted in pain. For a split second Elizabeth thought that maybe she could get the knife to go in deeper and then everything would be over but, like all the times before, Alastair managed to overpower her and pull out the knife, tossing it lamely to the side.
"Nice try doll." He said. There was a fraction of a second that stood between them before Alastair charged at Elizabeth, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her roughly against the wall.
She grimaced in pain as the back of her head coliaded with the cobblestone wall.
"You Winchesters think so highly of yourself. You may be stronger Elizabeth but you will NEVER be strong enough to kill me!" Alastair growled in her ear.
The grip around her throat was becoming stronger and Elizabeth could see the black walls forming in around her eyes as she struggled to breath. In a desperate attempt to get help, Elizabeth let out a cry of help in her head. Praying that Castiel would hear it.
"Hey!" The familiar voice of Castiel called out.
The Angel charged at the demon and knocked him sideways. Elizabeth fell to the ground hard and sucked in as much air as she could. She glanced up to see Cas and Alastair fighting- evenly matched. Quickly, Elizabeth crawled on all fours to check on Dean. His heart beat was beating barely and blood continued to gush out of numerous head wounds that were caused by Alastair.
Elizabeth looked up and quickly scrambled to her feet when she heard Castiel grunt and get slammed into the wall. Alastair lifted his hand and sent her flying backwards. Her back hit the wall painfully and she was stuck there, unable to move.
"Well- like roaches, you celestial beings are. Now I really wish I knew how to kill you, but all I can do is send you back to heaven." Alastair said.
The demon began chanting in Latin. Elizabeth watched, mortified and unable to move as bright blue light began to come out of Castiel's eyes and mouth.
All Elizabeth could do was stare, wondering what Alastair would do to her and Dean after he finished his incantation. She didn't have to wonder long though, because Alastair stopped the chant unexpectedly and began choking. The demon was then slammed into the wall adjacent to Elizabeth and his hold over her body diminished, sending her falling to the ground.
Her eyes looked up to see who had saved them. There standing in front of Alastair and Castiel was Sam. He had one hand raised and a murderous expression on his face.
"Sam…" She whispered. Quickly she rose to her feet, but didn't rush over to help her older brother.
"Who's murdering the Angels? How are they doing it?" Sam questioned.
Elizabeth could feel the power radiating off of Sam, her eyebrows furrowed. He was not like this before the Angels had taken her and Dean. She wondering what he did to power up, but her attention was quickly diverted by Alastair's voice.
"You think I'm going to tell you?" The demon questioned
"Yeah, I do." Sam responded without hesitation.
Sam twisted his hand slightly and Alastair choked some more as his eyes flicked over to being white.
"I don't know!" Alastair choked out.
"Right." Sam said.
All Elizabeth could do was stare in shock.
"It's not us. We're not doing it. If Lilith were behind this she wouldn't kill just seven Angels, she would kill thousands!" Alastair exclaimed.
Sam stopped for a fraction of a second, as he appeared to be thinking something over.
"Go ahead, send me back to hell. If you can." Alastair goaded.
"I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill." Sam responded. Before anyone in the room knew what was happening, Sam lifted his hand and gold light began to flare from inside Alastair. The demon began screaming and then dropped to the ground- dead.
Sam let out a long breath and then turned around to look at his siblings.
"Are you okay?" He asked
Elizabeth snapped out of her shell shocked state and glanced down at Dean. She could feel a trace of blooding falling down her forehead but ignored it.
"I'm good, but we need to get Dean to a hospital." Elizabeth said, trying her best to keep her voice steady despite being utterly freaked out about Sam.
Inside the hospital, Elizabeth sat on one side of Dean who was covered with IV's and numerous tubes. Sam sat silently on the other side.
"Are you going to explain what the hell that was all about?" Elizabeth whispered.
Sam's hazel eyes looked up to meet hers.
"No." He replied simply.
"No? Sam what the hell dude. You killed Alastair without even blinking." Elizabeth exclaimed.
"So? If you're jealous just say so Elizabeth. Just because you can't get it up doesn't mean I can't." Sam replied harshly.
At that, Elizabeth leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. She stared at Sam, who's facial features softened as the realization of what he had just said sank in.
"I'm sor-" Sam began.
"Drop it Sammy." Elizabeth said roughly.
Her eyes went over to the doorway where Castiel was standing.
"Cas?" She questioned.
Sam glanced over his shoulder and then stood, towering over the Angel as he made his way into the room.
"Heal him." Sam demanded.
"I can't." Cas responded
"Why not? You and Uriel put him in here. You put both of them in here." Sam said pointing at Elizabeth.
Cas let his eyes glance over to Elizabeth. She had stitches put in at the top of her forehead and a small bandage covering her cheek.
"Like I said, I can't." Cas responded, looking back at Sam.
"He's lying in that bed, because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together" Sam whispered firmly.
"I don't know what happened, that trap- it… It shouldn't have broken. I am sorry." Cas said.
"This whole thing was pointless anyway. You understand that right? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers." Sam said.
"Maybe Alastair was lying." Elizabeth said from her chair.
Both Sam and Castiel turned to look at her.
The Angel smiled slightly at Elizabeth. Despite her wounds and worried eyes, she sat there, defiantly and defended the person who put her family in danger in the first place.
"He was defiantly not lying." Sam responded.
At that he walked back over to his chair and sat down. Elizabeth glanced over at Sam and then looked back at Cas. He looked as if he had just gotten slugged in the stomach. His eyes scanned the room and then locked onto Elizabeth's for a split second. She gave him a small smile, which he returned with a nod and then vanished.
"Well what the hell was that about?" Sam asked in a mocking tone which made Elizabeth roll her eyes and grab the magazine sitting on the table next to her.
Castiel appeared in a snowy park, standing behind Uriel who had his eyes closed. The blue-eyed Angel did not need to let his brother know that he was here, he knew that Uriel could feel him.
"Castiel- I received revelations from our superiors. Our brothers and sisters are dying and they… They want us to stop hunting the demon responsible." Uriel said
Castiel sighed and sat down on he bench next to Uriel.
"Something is wrong up there, I mean, can't you feel it brother?" Uriel questioned.
Castiel did in fact know that something was wrong. He had known that since Anna came to talk to him.
"Maybe these murders were not demonic at all. Sam Winchester said that the demons had nothing to do with it." Cas said softly.
"If it is not the demons, then who Castiel?" Uriel questioned.
That was the million dollar question, one which Castiel had no answer to.
"The will of heaven? We are loosing this war Uriel, maybe our garrison is being punished." Cas responded.
"You honestly think our father-" Uriel began
"Our father is not giving the orders anymore. Maybe there is something wrong." Castiel said harshly, cutting off Uriel.
"Well I won't sit around and wait to be gutted." Uriel responded as he stood.
The brothers locked eyes for a second and then Uriel vanished leaving Castiel alone with his thoughts.
A suspicion had made Castiel curious and he found himself inside the abandoned building once again. The room was a mess and the smell of blood was strong with the poor ventilation. His eyes scanned over to the leaking pipe that was the reason for the seal breaking in the first place. Cas raised his hand slightly and turned it to the right, ceasing the dripping water and confirming his suspicion.
"You called?" Uriel questioned from the doorway.
"You know what is strange? How a leaky pipe can undo the work of Angels when we ourselves are supposed to be the agents of fate." Castiel said softly.
"Well- Alastair was much more powerful than we thought." Uriel responded as he walked into the room.
"No demon can overpower that trap. I made it myself. Uriel. We've been friends for a long time. Fought by each other's sides, served together away from home for what seems like forever. We're brothers. Pay me that respect and tell me the truth." Castiel said, turning to face his brother fully.
"Well brother, the truth is that only one thing can kill an angel." Uriel responded quickly.
Slowly, a sword slide out of Uriel's sleeve and into his grasp. Cas's eyes widened and he took a defensive step backwards.
"Another angel." Uriel finished.
"Elizabeth wake up, we have to go!" A voice said stirring Elizabeth from her dreams. Slowly, she sat up at looked around the room. Anna stood beside her, her red hair flowing around her face and her doe like eyes wide as she waited for Elizabeth to wake up fully.
"Anna?" Elizabeth questioned, rubbing her eyes.
"There is no time to explain, but I need your help. Castiel is in trouble.' Anna said. At the mention of Cas, Elizabeth awoke fully.
"What? Let's go then!" Elizabeth responded with a panicked voice.
Anna nodded and put on hand on her shoulder and the pair of them vanished into thin air.
The next thing Elizabeth knew she was standing in the familiar room where Sam had killed Alastair. She looked around for Anna, but she was no where to be found and quickly her attention was diverted to the sound of fists connecting with skin. Elizabeth found that she was moving without really thinking, she rounded the corner and came face to face with Uriel who was holding Castiel by his shirt. The blue eyed Angel was beaten badly and had blood trickling down his forehead and out of his nose. In the other hand Elizabeth caught the glimpse of a silver blade.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Here to save your angel?" Uriel said with a sarcastic tone. Elizabeth let her eyes glance over to Castiel and then looked back at Uriel.
"Let him go." Elizabeth whispered.
"And if I don't?" Uriel asked
It was not as if Elizabeth came into the room expecting herself to use the power that was vibrating underneath her skin, however as soon as Uriel made the attempt to lift the silver blade in his hand, Elizabeth let her arm outstretch and she quickly threw Uriel against the wall, much like Sam had done with Alastair earlier.
Elizabeth slowly walked over to Uriel, ignoring Castiel and getting into the face of the Angel trapped against the wall.
"You should want to help me Elizabeth." Uriel said
Elizabeth arched her eyebrow at Uriel. "Oh yeah? Why is that?" She asked.
"I am trying to rise Lucifer, my brother, he was so beautiful and glorious. He is the one who is destined to control you and unleash your power on the world. I know you want that, I can sense it." Uriel responded.
The youngest Winchester had no response at first, she just stared at the deep brown eyes of Uriel.
"Let me down and we can kill Castiel and unleash Lucifer on this world together." Uriel said.
Elizabeth took a step back and let Uriel down, a smile spread across his face but before he could say another word, Elizabeth unleashed a number of punches on the Angel. Since the moment she met Uriel all she wanted to do was take that smug look off his face and now as she laid punch after punch on the Angel, she could do just that.
It didn't take long for Uriel to respond though, he grabbed Elizabeth's left hand and twisted it backwards, sending a loud snapping noise through the room. Out of pure pain, Elizabeth fell to her knee's and bit down hard on her lower lip, willing herself not to cry out in pain. She lifted her eyes to Castiel who was trying to stand, but Uriel kept pushing him backwards with his angelic powers.
"Lucifer, he can't rise." Elizabeth said through gritted teeth.
Uriel bent down until his mouth was level with Elizabeth's right ear and he whispered so softly that only she could hear.
"Whether I do it or not, my brother will rise, and he will bring destruction to the earth, with you by his side. It has been written, so it shall come to pass."
Elizabeth desperately tried to wiggle herself free from the Angel, but he had a tight grip on her broken arm and she could not move.
"Uriel." The familiar voice of Anna said from behind the Angel and the kneeled down antichrist. There was a split second of silence before the sound of a knife piercing skin echoed throughout the room.
The grip on Elizabeth's arm lessened, and a scream bounced off the walls while a bright blue light encased the building. Elizabeth shut her eyes tightly, knowing just exactly what that light could do to a person. She was on the ground with her hands over her head for what seemed like hours before a gentle hand was grasping onto her non-broken arm and pulling her up.
"Are you okay?" Anna asked as Elizabeth came to a wobbly standing position.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the save." Elizabeth said.
"No problem. Cas are you alright?" Anna asked, glancing over her shoulder at the other Angel. Castiel didn't respond with words, he just nodded and continued to look at Uriel who was lying dead on the ground with his wings burned into the concrete around him.
"I'll take her home Anna. Thank you." Castiel breathed out.
Anna glanced between Castiel and Elizabeth and nodded, vanishing with a smile.
"Cas." Elizabeth began
The Angel held up a hand, silencing Elizabeth instantly. He briskly walked over to her and placed his hand carefully on her broken arm. Before she could question what he was doing, a warm sensation spread throughout her arm, and the next thing she knew, her arm was fully healed.
"Thank you, for saving me." Cas said in his husky voice.
"No problem. Good to know even angels need saving." Elizabeth responded.
Cas replied to her comment with a small smile and then placed his hand in hers and whisked them off to Bobby's.