My apologies everyone that I submit this so late. I lost a half of the story when the IT admin got rid of the virus off of my work PC. Not only I had to rewrite what I lost, I had finish writing the chapter. Next time I will have to save my future chapters on Google Docs. This is not as long as my previous ones. I hope you enjoy this chapter. - S.
THEN:
An hour later Kuryiel and Castiel snuggled under the clean sheets of her bed. They lay side by side discussing about what they are going to do the next day. Kuryiel kept staring at his lips. She bent toward him and started kissing him softly. Castiel gasp from his verbal interruption. "You did not like what I said?" he asked with a smirk.
"I like what you said but I want to do more kissing than talking right now." She moved to put her right arm around his naked waist. He placed his left hand on her shoulder and pushed her fully back on the bed. He kissed her passionately as he moved his body over hers.
Castiel nibbled on her bottom lip. "The feeling is mutual with wanting to kiss you and more…" He passionately kissed her and he willed the lights in the room to go dim.
NOW:
The next few days were the best time of Kuryiel's life. She felt free to finally express her feelings to Castiel until the time comes to battle with Metatron. They getting were close to completing their mission to locate full angels. Kuryiel decided to spy on Metatron and will have to do it alone. Recently, things have picked up dealing with Metatron. They received inside information from demons that Metatron has been bargaining for souls from hell. She curled up on the couch next to Castiel with his arm draped around her shoulders. They snuggled under a blanket to make the moment romantic.
"Cas I will have to do a task alone. I know you will protest but it has to be done. Metatron is resurrecting more souls and I believe he will be meeting Crowley very soon to bargain for more souls from hell."
Castiel frowned at her statement. "I am not comfortable you going alone. Perhaps I can…"
She cut him off by stating. "It will not be possible for you to spy on Metatron. He will pick up an angel trace and the results will not have a good outcome. I on the other hand can use my God essence to cloak myself and spy on the archangel."
Castiel was not enthusiastic about the situation. He reluctantly nodded his head in agreement. "Ok, but could you please leave the connection with your grace open to me so I can locate you easily if something happens to you."
She turned her head and kissed Castiel on the cheek. "Always want to be my knight and shining armor. Ok I will leave the connection open to you. You don't have to worry Cas. No angel can detect me. For future reference there is no God essence detector device in the angel arsenal in this universe. Remember, I have been spying on you guys for several millennia."
Castiel bent his head and kissed Kuryiel to silence her. She responded by kissing him back passionately. Not wanting to stop, he reluctantly moved his lips away from hers. "You made your point supreme angel. I will wait patiently for you. Let me know when you leave to spy on him."
She stood up and reached out for Castiel's hand to help him stand beside her. "I promise I will stay connected to you. Goodness! I'm hungry. Let's look in the fridge to see what I can cook."
"Your appetite seems to be increasing for the last few days." He chuckled mischievously.
She pulled him gently toward the kitchen. "Well, it's your fault. I had a lot of physical activity lately and it has nothing to do with combat drills."
Castiel jokily looked smug. "I take full responsibility of your increased consumption of calories for energy. I don't regret causing your new affliction."
Kuryiel laughed as she walked to the fridge. "I bet and I am glad I finally get to avail myself of your magnificent mating skills."
Castiel could not help but smile at her endearing comment. "Thank you and I look forward to bestowing my pleasure enhancing skills on you tonight." He gave her a hungry look anticipating going to bed later tonight.
Kuryiel cooked a light dinner making a grilled chicken salad. She took a bite savoring the balsamic vinaigrette and the crispy cold freshness of the vegetables. Lifting a forkful of the salad and aiming it toward Castiel. "Do you want to try some?"
Castiel love to watch her eat. "No thank you. You enjoy your food." He sat back and savoring the view of her. "When are you going to spy on Metatron?"
"I am leaving in a couple of hours. I know Crowley's whereabouts at all times sensing twisted evil self. When you were talking to Dean on the phone last night I snuck off and pay him a little visit. I even got as far as scanning his demon guards' thoughts. I got the information that I needed and zapped out of there before you noticed I was gone.
Castiel frowned at her comment. "Kuryiel I really don't like you taking off like that without talking to me first. Since we are now in a….." He paused for a second to pick the right term. "In a relationship, we have to inform the other what is happening out of love and respect." He explained in a subtle tone.
Kuryiel felt touched by his words of acknowledging their involvement. She reached over and placed her hand over his. "I am sorry Cas for not informing you earlier of what I was going to do. Even though I have been alone for so long and handled things on my own; there is no excuse for taking off like that. It never occurred to me that you would be worried about me."
"It's ok. I understand and I know it was not intentional. You have to keep in mind that we are working on this together. Can we make an agreement that we have everything out in the open?" He looked at her with tenderness.
Kuryiel rose from her chair and walked over to Castiel. He looked surprised as she sat on his lap and placed her arms around his shoulders. She bent her head and softly kissed him on his forehead. "You mean the universe to me and I promise I will not keep you in the dark again."
Castiel held her warm body in his arms feeling love and contentment. He looked up to gaze into her pretty light blue grey eyes feeling such strong emotions for this angel. He tenderly smiled and kissed her on the neck. While his lips touched her soft skin, in the back of his mind he will dread the day of the final battle with Metatron. He squeezed lovely her body with his arms trying to push aside the thought of losing her in the future. Feeling so much love, he refused to succumb to the negative feelings and focusing on making Kuryiel happy. Castiel wanted her to be filled with so many good memories of being loved by him. At the same time, he was also relishing all moments of seeing her smile, her touch and every kiss to remember for the rest of his existence.
Kuryiel rose from his lap and pulled him to his feet. She gave him a coy smile as she half-way dragged Castiel toward her bedroom by tugging him by his right hand. "Cas we have a couple of hours to…." She whispered the rest in his ear.
Castiel chuckled liking her idea by the second as he shut the bedroom behind him.
Dean drove into a main street in Lancing, Michigan. "We're finally here. Want to stop by a diner for dinner?"
Sam was glancing at the paperwork about the latest monster they were hunting tonight. "Yeah why not? Man, I am not crazy about hunting werewolves. It's a messy job hunting them down. Lately, we finally catch them we end up getting in a very bloody fight. My clothes get permanently stained every time."
"Ok Samantha, I can stop by and get you some stain remover to spray your schoolgirl uniform or would you want me to find you a high class dry cleaner after we get rid of these creatures." Dean snickered looking at the road ahead of them.
Sam ignored him while he flipped through the next page. "We need to stop by the morgue get more info about the body they found." The report show there were more than one set of teeth marks from the victim what they claim coming from a wild animal. It may be a small pack. We have to be extra careful since there are no back up hunters or newbies to train this time."
Dean drove four miles in the town and spotted a diner. "Hey! We are going to eat dinner here unless you want to pick up your stain remover."
Sam muttered. "Jerk. Let's get something to eat before I get cranky."
Dean grinned and turned into the diner parking lot.
Later in the evening, Kuryiel walked on West Fulton Street to approach a vacant building on the corner where the street meets Hoyne Ave. She scan the structure to know how many people were in the old abandoned building. Chicago was always considered an interesting city to her but this neighborhood looked a little dismal with the poor residing in the area. Kuryiel zapped herself in the building and spotted a few homeless people sleeping in the corridor wrapped up in tattered blankets. She walked by them and projected a blessing for them to sleep well and implanted a thought for them to go to the nearest soup kitchen for the next day. She moved her way up to the third floor and spotted some male demons standing outside a closed door to the west side of the building. Crowley was in there waiting for Metatron to show for their rendezvous.
Kuryiel knew about this meeting from picking up on Metatron's whereabouts. He thought he was being ingenious by resurrecting souls from heaven to pass on the message directly to Crowley's men and in turn get to live on earth again. She felt kind of insulted that Metatron thought no one would find out how the two men were communicating to each other inconspicuously.
Kuryiel zapped into the dim lighted room and glanced at Crowley sitting in an office chair behind an old wooden desk. She looked around and noticed the room looked like an old abandoned office. The room looked dingy with faded beige paint on the walls and water spots on the raggedy ceiling tiles. She walked toward him to see what he was doing at the moment. Crowley sat there relaxed reading an old dusty hardcopy book in his hands. Feeling curious, she stood next to him to spot the title of the book. He was casually reading Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens. Kuryiel remember reading the novel over a hundred and seventy-five years ago when she collected every series in a newspaper that printed every month for two years. It was a dark twisted novel with a decent ending.
Crowley reached for a glass of the darken tan liquid of spirits and took a careful sip enjoying the flavor. He smiled to himself engrossed in the novel and looking forward to reading the next chapter.
A sound of flutter wings filled the quiet room. There stood Metatron wearing Khaki pants and a dark grey sweatshirt. He walked to the chair in front of Crowley's desk. "Good evening Crowley. I hope things are well." He took a seat in the comfortable leather chair.
"I have been busy with dodging hunters including those two angles that are helping the Winchester brothers. Not to mention Death and his reapers are rounding up the souls I revived for the past few days. Other than those issues everything is fine in hell. Thanks for your concern." He told Metatron with smooth sarcasm.
"I put some thought about your issue and I came up with a solution. The pressure will be off of you in the next few weeks. I hope you have the list of souls that I requested." Metatron smiled hoping to hear good news.
Crowely open the left top drawer of his desk and placed an empty glass next to his. He poured two fingers width of the bourbon in the glass and slid the beverage toward Metatron. He poured some for himself. "Well now, I received your list from your resurrected folks. I reanimated a few souls you requested back to this lovely place. Do you mind me asking why would you want me to revive these particular individuals?"
Metatron smirked and evasively answered. "I have my reasons but I will share one thing. They would make things interesting to watch and see how things would turn out on Earth. I am into knowing the lives of the souls that were living as humans." Metatron leaned forward to express his intense interest. "I am interested in reading these tragic souls that made horrific choices in their lives doing evil deeds. It's like learning each side of Yin and Yang of all lives. The souls in heaven have intriguing stories so perhaps the soul's stories from hell should be just as intriguing. Borrowing your souls from Hell should not be an exception to my ambition by adding to my knowledge." He reached over to grab the glass and downed the alcohol in one gulp feeling satisfied with his explanation.
Crowley drummed his fingers on his dusty novel absorbing what this archangel told him. In a way, he was morbidly curious of why Metatron is so interested in knowing the life stories of souls that lived on Earth. "You know Metatron, I kind of admire your ambition which I believe it's either a fetish or an addiction. I never thought an archangel would have a fetish of some sorts. I know several millions humans that have a range of fetishes from sexual activities, a collection of high heels or a person smearing Vaseline all over their body and every surface in a room." He smiled looking at Metatron's frowned face registering Crowley's words. "I will lastly say that it might be an addiction since you seem to feed off of these stories. I even heard that you had enough books in your room to open up a huge library before you high jacked heaven. Perhaps reading these soul's lives is like a chemical fix for you. If so, I would be more than happy to provide a service under some new conditions."
Metatron glowered darkly at Crowley. "Thank you for giving me your twisted assessment of your non relevant theories of me. You are entitled to think in that limited demon brain of yours." The angel crossed his arms sitting across Crowley giving him a steely glare. "What are your upgraded conditions so we can continue business together?"
Crowley removed his small tablet from his inner pocket of his casual blazer. "I will more than happy to share my little list with you." He scrolled through the page on his tablet. "Ah here it is. I guess I will start with the first item. Isn't that a coincidence it has to do with first discussion a moment ago? Since I mentioned earlier that I am being harassed by hunters, angels and such, I would like some kind of distraction to keep the pressure off of me while I am trying to keep my end of this bargain."
Metatron nodded in acknowledgement. "Again, I thought of a solution to help with the issue. I am going to keep everyone busy by sending many souls back earth. While they are dispatching these souls back to Heaven I can focus on the souls you are lending to me from hell. I will have them placed in strategic areas of the world. It will be very interesting to witness what happens to those affected." Metatron looked excited at his idea and vision of what he desired. "What are the remaining items on your list so we can negotiate and draw up some terms?"
Kuryiel stood in the corner of the room next to a tall bookshelf feeling very disturbed by the whole conversation. She did not want to imagine having to chase down dozens of innocent souls and to explain to the reliving people they have to die again. Kuryiel dreaded seeing the grief on their faces and resigned acceptance of having to return to heaven; not seeing their loved ones again. Having heard the rest of the conversation she zapped out of the building and returned to the bunker.
Castiel was watching the history channel patiently waiting for his love to return. He stood up quickly when Kuryiel appeared near the TV. She walked up to him and placed her arm around his waist. "I missed you." She softly whispered.
He gave her a kiss on her forehead and grabbed her by the shoulders to gently push her arms length from him. "Did Crowley meet with Metatron?"
She nodded. "Those two villains met at an abandoned building in Chicago." She relayed everything she heard and took a seat on the sofa. "I was glad to get out of there. Being around them made me feel like I was being submerged in sewage. Metatron is going to run everyone ragged rounding up these reincarnated souls in the upcoming weeks. We need to conjure a plan to get everyone involved to help. It will include hunters, angels, Death and his reapers. We need to set up a plan to set up post around the world to go after all these souls that came from Heaven and Hell."
Castiel sat next to her with a serious expression. "I agree. I suggest that we try to have a meeting with Death and the reapers first. They will be the front line of knowing where these souls surface on Earth and give us some direction."
"We have to talk to Dean and Sam about having the hunters organized for this huge mission. Do you want to make a trip to see them while they are on a monster hunt?" She smiled at Castiel leaning against him.
He placed his arm around her. "Sure we can leave right now and see how they are doing. We may need to be cloaked first just in case people are around." He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment and they both disappeared from the sofa leaving the TV on.
Dean was fighting a man part werewolf in a small woods at the outskirts of the town. Sam was also fighting in the distance using a silver knife. The werewolf fell at Dean's feet dead another one appeared in its full form. Sam dodged the monster and swung the knife near the creature. It moved to the opposite side of where Sam moved the knife and it clawed Sam on his upper left arm. He grunted in pain and moved away from the creature's sharp claws.
Dean managed to plunge his wooden handle silver knife in the werewolf guy's chest. It died in a manner of moments. Dean saw more werewolves stampeding toward Sam and ran full speed to help fight these monsters off.
Kuryiel and Castiel appeared in some woods nearby Sam. They look relieved there were no humans nearby and made themselves visible. Dean ran past them and yelled. "Get to Sam quick there is a pack of werewolves about to attack him!"
Castiel turned to see at least seven wolf like creatures running toward the brothers. The two angels ran a few feet to stand next to the guys. Castiel brought out his angel sword and Kuryiel made her slightly glowing Sai appear in each hand. They were about to go into attack mode until they saw a woman appear in camouflage gear running full speed toward the werewolves.
Dean yelled. "Hey! Who the hell are you?"
She screamed a war cry and swung her silver long wooden handle hatchet at the closest creature. The monster wailed in agony as it was dying from the blow from its abdomen. Dean and the others joined this wild woman to fight the rest of the werewolves.
Kuryiel stabbed her right sai into a female werewolf's throat and it tried to remove the weapon with it's clawed hand. Kuryiel pushed the weapon deeper and sent her light into the Sai to surge into the monster. It died as the light glowed in its body and fell to the ground.
Castiel fought with Dean to fight of two werewolves on each side of them. One of the werewolves was close enough to take a bite out of Dean's arm. Castiel pushed away Dean's arm with his hand. All of a sudden Castiel felt sharp teeth sink into his left forearm. Castiel used his angel sword to plunge it into the werewolf's head. It died instantly as he removed his sword and moved quickly out of the way while blood spurted from the monster. Dean in turn moved his knife across the other werewolf's throat and it laid there thrashing bleeding to it death.
Sam and the woman were fighting off the last two werewolves. She yelled to man fighting next to her. "This one is the alpha wolf. He is mine to kill!"
Sam moved toward the other werewolf to dispatch. "Fine with me. It's all yours." He ran toward the smaller werewolf. After ten minutes his blade was covered with the monster's blood. Dean and the others joined him and watch the woman fight the last werewolf.
The auburn haired woman moved out of the werewolves claw strikes. They prowled around each other ready to strike. The woman swung her hatchet several times and the alpha werewolf managed to dodge her blows. Feeling frustrated the woman had enough of the cat and mouse game. She shaped shifted her body to gain fangs and claws. She advanced toward the alpha werewolf to fight claw to claw combat.
Dean was set aback from seeing the woman he thought was human turning growing claws and fangs to fight this monster. "Dam I thought she was a human chick." He recalled seeing her at the diner eating her dinner quietly reading a book. With solemn resignation he has to add her on the kill monster list.
Sam gasped and asked Dean. "Did you see that? She's a shape shifter."
"I know and we will wait until she kills him and we have to go after her." Dean said in a serious tone. He felt an inkling of regret he has to kill her since he found her attractive.
Kuryiel walked up to Castiel looking concerned. "Are you alright?" She saw the wound on Castiel's arm.
"Yes. I am alright. The bite is sealing up. I can honestly say thank you Kuryiel for giving me a piece of your grace. Otherwise I would be turning into those werewolves lying over there." He reached for her hand with his right arm.
The two monsters fighting lasted for seven minutes. After dodging the large sweep of the warewolf's claw from his right arm, the woman finally leaped on his back. She managed to latch her claws in the alpha werewolf's sides from behind. It roared in pain and tried to twist her away from his body. She maneuvered herself to move upward and twisted her neck so her fangs ripped into his throat. She felt her teeth sink into the flesh of the creature's carotid artery. At last, she twisted her face so her fangs tore the skin deeply and the alpha monster's blood was gushing out freely. The alpha werewolf still struggled as it gargled in extreme pain and shock. It fell face down on the ground with the shape shifting woman lying on top of its back. When it was dead she rose from him and took a few steps away to catch her breath.
Feeling disgusted by having it's blood on her she shifted back to her former human-like self. She dug into her pocket of her to remove a freshly red stained handkerchief to wipe the blood off her face. Squatting down on the ground, she spit several times trying to get rid of the remaining metallic taste of blood that was left in her mouth. Footsteps approached her and she looked up to see the man with green eyes coming fast towards her with a knife in his hand. The woman sputtered. "What the hell…."
To Be Continued... on Chapter 10
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