A/N: Just in case you didn't already know… I have no illusions of ownership of nor will I gain personal wealth from this transformative bit of fiction based on CW's and Erick Kripke's Supernatural, it's themes or its characters.

Please, let me know what you think of this style. I couldn't get it out of my head until I wrote it down. This is my first true AU. Hope you like it. Plus, this is, as with all my works, unbeta'd. Let me know if you see inconsistencies of holes so i can fix them. I try to catch them all, but sometimes they get by me.

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I had never seen my Master so angry. He never shows it as a tantrum the way many humans do. He doesn't swing his fists or lash out with harsh, loud words. He doesn't make a show of destruction or fire. Master's is a quiet simmering burn. He fumes and thrashes in silence and stillness. His rage is nearly thick like soup in the cold winter's night. It is a rage that hides itself behind blue eyes and a tight smile. I can see it. I am his familiar and I can see all of Master's many faces and all of them are hidden behind a serene mask.

He had spent many hours speaking to the men and women in the town. Each conversation added fuel to that heat under his façade of calm, cool waters. We left without a resolution to the situation bringing the anger. We had been travelling each day from the first lightening of the morning sky to well beyond dusk. Each day, I felt the boy's power grow along with the tension of Master's unresolved conflict. As we approached the mountains, I could also hear the siren's call of my kin. I did not tell my Master and in retrospect, I probably should have. It would have saved us all a lot of time and aggravation in the end. It would have saved me a lot of pain and misery.

We approached the steep grade of the only passable route to Wyrmfire Crag. It was heavily patrolled and Master spoke to many Rangers on the way up to the mountain's base. Each night we stayed with the patrols in the way-stations. On the second day through the forest, we stopped seeing the Rangers. I could feel the call of my kin all around me. I couldn't understand how my Master couldn't feel their presence under his. I think maybe Samuel felt it, but he didn't have enough experience to know what he sensed. Master, I figured was so intent on finding other magic users and his own passions that he completely missed the signs. I felt the itch in my wings. The twitch of them should have alerted the warlocks, but they missed it. It was as if I was being compelled to remain silent.

So, they were caught flat-footed when the demons assaulted us.

I am a bound-demon. According to my kin, I am worthy only of killing. And yet, when they came, I didn't immediately take up arms against them. I felt them coming and I said nothing, I did nothing. Samuel reached into himself and grabbed a ball of fire to throw at the demons. He was able to fry two and singe three, but he wasted the power. Some plan, Samuel. He didn't know how to evenly distribute his magic to make it last through a protracted battle. Master, though, is very powerful and experienced. He locked me into rapport and I fed energy to him as he pulled. I set up magical defenses around his apprentice. He blasted the demons around him and turned the three who were injured by Samuel into motes of ash in the night air. Master used my magical energy to replace the mana he used and turned on the remaining two demons. He placed a hand upon one who ventured too close. There was a searing white light and I felt the shock wave of the Master's power. He released the empty husk of the demon he smote with his hand and reached to compel the remaining one. I began to writhe and whine. I watched Samuel's eyes grow wide and awestruck when I knelt before my Master even as the unbound demon had. We were surrounded by the wreckage of the attack, blood and viscera littered the loam floor and we, my kin and I, struggled in our minds and bodies to please my Master. I did so because of the faithfulness towards him engendered from the ritual of binding. My kin did it because his insides were being twisted and squeezed with pure focused power of a mighty warlock.

"Speak the name of your master, wretch." Master commanded the unbound.

I could feel myself drawn to Master's side. I knelt at his feet and rubbed his legs with the side of my body, my tail wrapping around him and my wings folded tight against my back. I looked up at him with adoration. I was a domestic dog. My kin saw this and spit at me, cursed me in the language of the Third Realm, damned me to oblivion upon my demise. I didn't care for his epithets. All I cared for was my Master's mercy, his forgiveness.

"A name!" Master thundered. I saw the demon wrap his arms around his middle, his wings shaking and limp, his tail tucked up under him and between his legs. He whimpered in pain. I gasped and bleated in empathy.

"M-master?" Samuel spoke to break the focused power being poured into the panting and bleeding demon, which now was vomiting where he lay.

Master turned his gaze to his apprentice with the calm detachment I had come to expect from him. "Samuel, in the future, you will learn to ration the power you expend at a given time. If you pull too much in order to use one powerful spell, you will have nothing left for the creatures' back-up. Using smaller spells to good effect requires imagination and planning. I want you to come up with three alternate scenarios and the spells you might have cast had you the ability to do this encounter again."

Samuel nodded his head in mute agreement before turning to look at me twining myself at Master's feet. I think this may have had greater impact on Master's apprentice than the subjugation of the "wild" demon as he already knew how strong my personality was. I knew I would be punished. I felt it in Master's angry eyes, in the link between us, and in the trembling of his body at which I submitted.

We spent several hours there and I remained still at Master's feet as he interrogated our prisoner. In the end, he smote the creature and turned back to Samuel who was trying to make his enormous frame as unobtrusive as possible near our packs. Samuel rose at Master's command and the three of us walked up the track. This time, I remained vigilante to changes in my perception, keeping alert to any sign of my kin. We arrived at an empty way-station and Samuel and my Master cast magic on it to keep demons out.

I felt deep sense of dread as my Master turned to me with narrowed eyes. He threw a couple of packs at my feet. "You will return to the tower, Megastrine. You will stay there and will not leave until tomorrow when I call to you. Is this understood?"

Master was angry. I nodded. I trembled. I left.

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Correspondence from the Silver Arrow of the Western Reach at Wyrmfire Crag by my hand to Master of the Prime Order, Gabriel of Sentinel Host

Sir,

Per your request, I am sending you this report to inform you that we do indeed have many of the signs which you have described. Last week, we received reports of five young women taken from their village just below the Reach. By all accounts reported to my Rangers, the women were chaste and celibate as well as virgins.

In addition, the local wizard that lived in the hills above Drake's Keep was reported missing. The local Headman went to seek advice about the planting season as had become a custom and the man found signs of struggle as well as sulfur. When you made note for us to watch for the yellow substance, I instructed my Rangers to do so. It turns out, there are more of the hermit wizards and mid-wives in towns surrounding the Reach either missing or dead and Rangers are reporting the presence of sulfur in their last known locations. We have had only one report of a warlock, or rather two warlocks, in the area who have not been taken and they are actually headed to us.

There are two patrols of my Rangers I fear may have been killed as they have yet to check in and I am unable to find them even with our allies.

Gabe, what the Hell is going on out here? Will you be sending more spell casters? Did you send Castiel and Sam? If it is about to get as hairy as I think it sounds like it's going to get, I want you to tell your guy to send Sam back home. I can't lose him, Gabe. You know I have appreciated all your help with him. You know I didn't know what the Hell to do with him. But, I can't concentrate on what I have to do to keep the Realm safe from whatever the Hell is brewing up here if I have to worry about Sam, too. It's not that I don't think that the information about how powerful he is likely to be is true, it's just that he's my baby brother, man.

If you need any other information from me, send it by the usual means.

Regards,

Dean Winchester, Wyrmfire Crag

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Journal Entry (Master Castiel of Rivers' Run Tower)

My apprentice has shown rapid and growing improvement over the weeks. His inherent abilities are amazing but his initial instruction had been spotty at best. After conferring with him it seems he is most eager to learn new things as well as how to perfect lessons he had learned at the Spire. In other things, sometimes the most basic of things, he seems to lack confidence as though he were afraid to perform those simple spells and rituals.

There seems to be a pattern that is developing. The more bombastic spells, the more expressive rituals, the obvious uses of power seem to intensify what I think is a sense of shame and embarrassment for my protégé. It is frustrating to say the least. Especially since when he does manage to let loose a spell of power, he has so little control he wears himself to the quick with it. I worry that he will allow the magic to consume him. I contemplate having him summon a familiar, but even that seems to disconcert him. He appears to have a great aptitude from what I am able to discern, in the area of demon control. I should write to my brother and enquire as to his training prior to coming to me.

Further, I have discovered that the anxiety and sleeplessness he has been demonstrating is not, at the root, due to the attack of the demons two days ago, but instead the result of apprehension over meeting his older brother at Wyrmfire Crag. Apparently, the two brothers had some sort of falling out and there was never a resolution to their conflict. This will not stand, however. In order for Samuel to fully integrate and use his powers as a warlock, he must first have complete control over himself and his emotions. It will not do for him to have these feelings hanging over him like a miasma of woe… I should use that metaphor again. It is quite poetic.