"A fall?" I asked quizzically. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing." She smiled. "I can't say much more, I don't want to ruin the surprise."
"Where is Cas?" I cocked the gun, "I'm not going to ask again."
"Oh I know Dean. You are anything but the patient man." She smiled again. "But see this is about all of us. This is about you and me and Sam. I want you to feel the same pain I felt when you sent Lucifer back to hell."
"Um, what?" John piped from behind us. She looked back at him with a bored expression. "You didn't say anything about hell."
"He is so fascinated with you…" She came between Sam and me, both of our guns still trained on her as she wandered closer to him. He looked at us with worry and fear. "Both of these men. But there is really nothing special about you, you soldier John."
"I am not a demon." He said with a hint of sass. "That should count for something."
"It should." She muttered before turning and glancing back at Sherlock cowering on the floor.
"Ruby, stop screwing around." I muttered. I felt helpless, being without the Colt.
"Bring him in!" She yelled to the empty doorway past Sherlock. All of our heads turned as two large men dragged the unconscious angel in by his shoulders.
She walked from us and back toward him. "You see, Dean. I know what will hurt you. And that is killing this little thing."
She lifted her fingers to him before turning and letting both men drop him harshly to the floor. He hit the tile with an audible thump. She smiled back at me before pulling a shiny new angel blade from her coat pocket.
"No, you can't." I lunged for her, but Sam dropped his gun and held me back. "You can't!"
"And I also know what the real Colt looks like." She smiled, looking at the useless gun in my hands.
I looked desperately at Sherlock, hoping to give him the signal. He nodded and looked smaller, not taking her attention, but I saw him reach into his jacket pocket. She didn't notice as she walked to Cas's body on the floor.
She knelt to the floor and pulled Cas up by the lapel. He was bloody and just starting to wake up. His eyes were hazy and just slightly fixed on me before falling shut again. I struggled against Sam again, putting on a good show for her.
She placed the angel blade on his neck, drawing a trickle of blood and a slight slice of light from the cut. She smiled before looking back up to me. Cas opened his eyes again. His mouth opened in pain, "Dean…"
I nodded to Sherlock. He jumped up, pulling the Colt from his jacket and placing it on her temple cocking it simultaneously. Her smiled dropped only for a moment.
I could feel Sam's confusion, he knew I didn't have the Colt, but he didn't see me give it to Sherlock on the way down and describe out the plan. I wanted someone who could get close enough to her without being noticed, so that she could not kill Cas and evade the bullet at the same time.
"So that's it then." She paused. "He kills me if I touch the little angel."
"That's it then." I mimicked her as Sam let me go. I smiled to Cas and he looked relieved. Well, as relieved as he could with an angel blade to his throat.
She was quiet, her mind still working through the ways she could have fixed it. She smiled up again at me, I didn't like it. I felt like I'd forgotten something. The uneasiness in my stomach knotted itself even more when she cast an eye to the man holding the gun to her head.
"But where will I go?" She said innocently, holding the blade tighter.
She gave us no chance to respond as she spewed her black smoke from the man's throat violently. It circled around and I was scared because I figured it out too late. Sherlock figured it out though and he tossed the gun to my feet.
"No-" Sherlock was cut off as he stumbled against the back wall, black smoke choking him. It was a familiar sight that I'd seen. I saw all of the smoke disappear into his body and I saw his blue eyes replaced with black. He stumbled and tripped as if he was fighting a war inside of him, I could pinpoint the exact moment she took control.
"Sherlock!" John fell before me and I grabbed the back of his jacket, forcing him back as she straightened up. She would kill him.
"Why didn't I do that before?" She smiled, black eyed staring though all of us.
Author's Note:
Sorry this one took so long guys! I had a major case of writer's block and I was really unmotivated. Anyway, please review and follow! It helps :)