I sat in a dusty, old, abandoned building. My forearms were chained down, and so were my thighs. I sat facing a wall, away from the Winchester, the angel, and the King of Hell. I had no clue as to why they would face me away from them, maybe they didn't want to see my face. 'Goddammit, I hope Lilly and Tyler are okay.'
"You guys didn't send anyone after those two, did you?" I asked the three men behind me. There was silence, then the scuffling of feet. I felt awkward sitting on the cement floor, my thighs were weighed down by the numerous chains that held them down. I was free to move my arms, but not far. I crossed them in front of me, only able to commence in my plan with the chains out of their view. I dark figure passed in front of me, then the details came. I knew who the King of Hell was, I'd never seen him, but he just had this aura that I could feel. His vessel was a guy that was either Scottish or British, neither of which I could tell. He had a scruffy beard, but I could tell that it was well cared for and probably expensively cut. His eye color was different in the lighting from when I first seen them. They held an olivey almond hue, they didn't look demonic at all. The original soul that was contained in the vessel was long gone, the body was at least 100 years old, but you could hardly tell. He had a large build, not fat, but more muscle, the kind that made it impossible to push against. He wore an incredibly expensive suit, obviously custom made. The tie he wore was half concealed by the tight jacket that was buttoned over it. He wore all black, except for the tie, which had a soft purplish tinge to it. His shoes were shiny and held no hint of dust on them, despite how dusty the cold floor was. He looked down at me, but I could see that he was keeping his distance, despite me being powerless.
"Why would we? Did we miss something?" He looked at the two behind me, and my skin crawled as he looked back down on me with his almond eyes. I kept my mouth shut, curious on whether or not they would mention what they wanted even though I knew what they took me for. I heard Sam blab on about what he needed my help for, and I rolled my eyes.
"Blah, blah, blah. I know what you want. I'm not stupid." There was a pause, and Crowley stepped back behind me. I could feel that he was standing directly behind me, I could feel each breeze as he moved. /p
"All we ask for is help. Will you help us?" I crossed my arms tighter, hearing the quiet sizzling noises as the symbols were melted off the chains and cuffs. I waited a few seconds after they were gone, I wasn't completely powerless. These idiots should have known that.
"Son of a bitch." I heard Crowley hiss behind me, his voice trembling slightly as if he was scared. He took several steps back, but I lashed out with my own power, holding all three of them where they were. The chains crumbled to dust at my feet as I stood, turning to face the odd trio. Castiel opened his mouth, but I removed his vessels voice box with merely a twitch of my finger. Crowley and Sam both kept their mouths shut, and I could see Sam's eyes flicker to look at Castiel.
"You think you can contain me?" I asked. I was specifically talking to Sam, but he didn't answer. His sunflower eyes were filled with fear, but he bit it back with weeks of practice. I stepped toward him and I'm sure he would've flinched if he could move.
"I'm not going to kill you, if that makes you feel any better. In fact, I've been preparing for this day my entire life." I snapped a finger, and Sam exhaled nervously as his ability to use his limbs the way he pleased returned to him. The other two were still immobile.
"You'll- You'll help us?" He asked. He couldn't seem to stand still, shifting his weight annoyingly from one foot to the other. I pondered at that question, I still hadn't decided what I was going to do, despite it being a few million years. Being an angel, I had incredible memory. I remembered the days when God began to create the world. All his plans were confusing to me then, but it was a few thousand years ago when I first realized what they all meant. I turned my attention to Castiel, deciding to ignore Sam's question.
"I could've asked Dad to call this off. Did you know that, Castiel? Did Gabriel tell you that?" He stared at me, still unable to speak. I heard a low growl, then the King spoke.
"I told you this wouldn't work out, you moose. Just kill her already." Sam didn't move and his face paled a bit. I turned to Crowley, gently twisting my hand, forcing him to feel the pain as his bones began to slowly and individually snap in halves, then thirds, then fourths. He grit his teeth, and it was a few seconds of grotesque cracking noises when he finally looked as if he would burst, his face had turned so red it looked purple.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT. I get it. I'll shut up now." He was tough, but I decided to go no further, it wasn't right to torture the King of Hell. I shut his pain away, fixing each bone that had been broken, and repairing anything else that seemed flawed. The normal colors of life began to flood his face, and he seemed relieved, which wasn't the emotion I expected from him. Something scratched at the back of my mind. It was an emotion, one I hated, yet was very fond of it. I released my hold on Castiel and Crowley, restoring Castiel's vessel's voice box. I stared at the floor, willing the emotion to block out all others in my mind. The corner looked comfy, and I slowly crawled over to it, sliding to the dusty floor. I vaguely heard Sam speaking, probably to me, but it didn't matter. I felt frustrated. Why was I the one that had to work everything through? Why couldn't it be someone else that could handle such things? My mind asked useless questions, and I felt like giving up. I felt so overwhelmed, but suddenly an invisible hand touched my shoulder. It was a faint feeling, but I knew who it was. A soft golden light began to glow around me, and my conscious took me somewhere else. He stood in front of me and I looked down at my feet, ashamed of my thoughts. He looked scrawny, but He really wasn't. It didn't matter, He was all-powerful.
"I told you not to doubt yourself. I gave you a choice, and this is the way you chose, I'm giving them a chance. You know it's vital to. . . to the Plan." His eyes sparkled with a thousand colors that were one and I suddenly didn't doubt myself anymore.
"Dad. . . What if I can't save them?" He gave me a playful half smile and his form began to fade away.
"I know you can."

"Do we. . . do we touch her? Maybe she'll wake up if we poke her. . ?" I took a deep breath, sustaining my burning lungs of the air they needed.

"I think she woke up." I found my head in my arms, and I was sitting with my knees to my chest, just as I was before He appeared to me. I looked up at the three species and my confidence built up. I stood, approaching the three of them once again.
"Yes, I'll help."

AUTHORS NOTE: Like I said, this is all my idea and whatever I come up with. I promise I actually thought this one out, which never happens. I'll do my best to update a lot, but there's this thing called school and I'm writing like, three other stories right now. So yeah, I'll try.

I Live to Serve
~SummerLeighanne