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Prayer Of God

Chapter 2: Death Unleashed

It was almost dark when they reached the motel. The whole ride was silent, no music played – the only sound was the hum of engine. They were exhausted and Dean was all for friggin' sleep but from the look on the face of Castiel, there was something more important than the rest.

It was a surprise to Winchesters when Castiel didn't go way after their encounter with archangels but sat inside the car silently without saying anything, and kept gazing outside the window with a frown on his face.

They grabbed the stuff from the car and went to their room. Dean let Sam and Castiel enter before him and came inside and shut the door. He took a deep breath and then turned and looked at the other two.

"Gabriel."

Sam looked up from his staring match with the ground and gave his attention to his brother and sighed.

"Selaphiel."

Castiel remained silent, not looking away from the ceiling as if the answer would drop down on him. Sam stood up from the bed and moved towards the bag and pulled out his laptop and turned it on. It was time to research about the certain archangel.

"Cas, man! A little help here," Dean asked the angel who was lost in his own thoughts.

Castiel turned to Dean, his eyes showing so many different emotions that Dean had never seen since he had met him.

"God made five archangels, the highest order of angel: Michael – the commander of the army of the Lord, Lucifer – the fallen angel, the Morning Star, Gabriel – the Man of the God, the messenger, Raphael – Healer of God, the protector and Selaphiel – Prayer of God, the caretaker."

Castiel sighed falling silent and turned his back to the brothers.

"You knew her, Selaphiel?" Sam questioned looking at Castiel.

"Every angel in their life has seen at least one archangel in their life – Selaphiel," Castiel answered.

"When you say every…" Dean questioned moving forward towards Castiel who nodded.

"Each one of us have met her. Selaphiel . . . she don't just answers the prayer. When God created angels, it was her duty to help them. She guided angels in the preparations for their roles and then they were sent to their own garrison according to the duties they were provided." Castiel explained and then hesitated.

"Selaphiel was the youngest archangel," Castiel sighed and looked a little frustrated. "Archangels are supposed to be absolute, precise and wrathful creature but Selaphiel was the humblest one. She was powerful and could be the most fearsome wrath of the heaven if the situation demanded, but she was calmest and the most respected one. "

"If she was the Queen of England, then why was she blamed? Why no one came in her defense, how could everyone just turn their back on her?" Dean exclaimed, looking totally confused.

Castiel growled and turned to face Dean and glared at him. "No one blamed her. Not everyone thought she was the reason our Father left." Dean looked utterly confounded and watched as angel in fornt of him tried to control his anger by clenching his hands into fist. "When Lucifer was banished from heaven to hell, father disappeared. Every angel thought Lucifer was the reason of his departure but God was there when that happened, he commanded Michael. Some concluded that it might be something else that made him leave and no one knew how but the blame went to Selaphiel. When the search was done, she had disappeared and went into hiding. This made their assumed theory be correct by default. I worked under Anna to find her."

Castiel sighed and then sat on the bed closest to him. "Anna wasn't that much dedicated to the duty. I think she always believed in her, I did too. But when Uriel came forward with the news that he had killed her, it was chaos. Our orders were to bring her forth and not to kill but he did, He was punished very harshly and in the end demoted from Seraphim to an angel. Raphael was the one to save him from his execution."

His shoulders dropped, he looked sad.

"She was declared dead, everything came under the control of Michael and Raphael. Raphael…. He was the only brother who never liked Selaphiel. Many blamed him for her death. No one dared to say something in defense because then you would have to face Raphael."

Winchester brothers remained silent. They didn't know what to say. This was wrong, very wrong but when had life ever been fair and this fact now included angels too.

Dean thought of the woman they had met, the one he had called as being too afraid to stand up to her family, and now regretted his words. There was no denial that the vessel or the woman was beautiful, around late 20s with dark hairs that reached her shoulder and the expressive and mysterious brown eyes. But the soul of the angel inside her was broken. He couldn't imagine how he would feel if his brother thought he was the one to be hunted.

Sam turned his attention to his laptop. His mind going back to the time when his brother told them that he was afraid that he would turn into a monster, the one he would want to hunt. At that time Sam didn't believe something was wrong with him, but now he knew he was wrong and his brother was right to be afraid but even then his brother never tried to kill him. The archangel was hunted by her own family for no reason.

His thoughts were broken by the message tone of Dean's phone. He looked up to his brother who pulled out the phone from his pocket and read the message. His worry grew when he saw the glum face turning into panic.

"Sam … Chuck."

"- a state of emergency for Paulding County including the towns of Marion, Fayetteville and Carthage. The storm system -"

"Why are you watching this?" I could almost imagine the frown on my brother's face when he asked the question from behind.

I was watching the world getting destroyed.

"I'm sure you understand what this is," I asked continuing to gaze at the television that was showing the news of the damage caused by the unleash of the Death.

I heard the screeching of the chair and watched as Gabriel came forward and ripped off the wire of the television, instead of just snapping his finger to do the same.

"Don't pay attention to this. So what if Death is back on the Earth?" he questioned looking towards the other side avoiding my eye, shrugging his shoulder as if he didn't care.

"So what? You say so what?" I replied, the anger inside me increasing and trying to burst out. "How many people are going to die, do you have any idea."

My exclamation seemed to make Gabriel even more frustrated than he already was.

"What do you want me to do? Go stop Lucifer, believe me sister you don't wanna do that," he shook his head.

"I just want him to stop. This is all his happening because he thought our father loved humans more than him. Why can't he see that it was him who father loved the most?" I whispered and turned to Gabriel. "He did and you and I both know that, hell Michael knows that. I was the youngest but I didn't take it so hard but Lucifer did and became so corrupted. I just don't know what to do?"

He sighed and sat down beside me. "We should remain hidden. That's the best we can do. If any of the angels or demons got even a little sniff of you, you will be hunted again."

"You can help them Gabriel. You can help Dean and Sam Winchester if I can't," I almost pleaded with him but he looked away.

"You and I both know what their destiny is. They are going to say yes and apocalypse would happen," he commented even though the conviction that his voice held before had lessened.

"I don't believe that. The righteous man is the one to stop all of this, it was never said that it would be Michael who would do that," I tried to manipulate the words to convince Gabriel, maybe they could do it.

He scoffed. "We both know what it meant, Sera."

"I feel they could do this Gabe. You don't hear the prayers they make. Sam Winchester prayed daily before our family got involved. He believes even now, he has hope. Dean Winchester does too," I stood up and closed my eyes trying to erase the prayer they had made today, guilt filling me. "They just lost their friends; they prayed Gabe and I couldn't help."

"You can't save them all," he muttered.

"I know. I hear prayers and I can't help them. They are always going to be under surveillance and sometimes…" I hesitated. I felt this, I really did.

"Sometimes what?"

"That I should forget all this and help them. So what if everyone would know. I would be doing something, helping them."

Gabriel stepped in front of me and glared at me. "You'll be dead."

I turned around and looked in the eyes of my brother.

"I'm sure it would be worth it."

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