"Hello Castiel." The demon chided, admiring the blade. Her voice pierced through Castiel's head. He could feel his power slowly draining away, the sharp tearing pain steadily clouding his senses. His connection to heaven was weakening, he could feel it fading away from him. Not good.
"Who are...you?" Castiel managed to mumble through gritted teeth, blood trickling down his mouth.
"You know who I am Castiel. After all, you've been killing all of my siblings." She snarled, glancing over at the empty vessels on the ground.
"Let me get myself in a more... presentable form." She walked over to one of the vessels, a black thick fog flowing out of her mouth, rushing into a young brunette in her late 20s. The little girl fell to the ground with a thud, as the other stood up.
"Much better." She strode towards Castiel, her eyes narrowed. Castiel eyed the lone angel blade, sitting a few meters away, next to the little girl. Directly behind the demon. His eyes sparked with optimism. If he could move it just right...he could stab her through her chest.
"So many of us dead. Because of you. You realise how incredibly annoying that is? " She yelled, her dark eyes swimming in hatred. A few moments passed, silence hanging heavily in the stale air.
"Not much of a talker, are you?" She sighed. Castiel took a deep breath, managing to even out his staggered breathing, ignoring the pounding pain in his side.
"What..do you want with me?" He clenched his fist, trying to ward off the dizziness. It was threatening to drag him into the unfamiliar realm of...sleep. The whole experience of experiencing nothing, it was quite... uncomfortable.
"Simple. We want you dead. Having you going around, killing us as you please... thinking you're above us? It ends now." Her eyes pierced into Castiel's skull. Suddenly the stench of demon was overwhelming, something he couldn't pick up until now. Dean and Sam must have killed the demon who casted the spell.
"You know, it was so easy to get you here. After all, everyone knows you're just the Winchester's little bitch. So loyal." She hummed, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked closer. Castiel locked his gaze with hers, as he gingerly moved his left fingers. The angel blade started to hover, but it wavered dangerously. Castiel clenched his fists. 'You're a warrior of god. Focus.' The blade suddenly hung perfectly still in the air.
"So obedient."
Castiel slowed his breathing, as the blade agilely glided closer towards the demon. He inched it closer and closer, the blade creeping towards its target. A groan escaped his lips, pain pounding angrily against the walls of his head. He let out a deep breath. just needed to concentrate.
"So naive." She spat in disgust. It was so close. He curled his fingers closer together, the blade just inches from her back. He clenched his teeth tighter, his concentration started to waver. Just one more -
"And so, ridiculously stupid."
Castiel yelped as he felt a strong force smash him against a cold steel wall. His collided into the wall, his whole body screaming in agony. His head throbbed heavily, his body giving out as he collapsed to the ground with a groan. The demon slowly moved her hand from her back. Castiel's heart sank.
She caught the blade, the tip just shy of a centimeter from her skin.
"Too slow." She jeered. Castiel felt the same force surround his body, roughly dragging him across the room. Suddenly, the sound of faint footsteps pounding against cement softly rang in his ear.
"I always wondered where angels go when they die. " She grinned, gripping the angel blade tightly. The footsteps got louder, rapidly approaching the room.
"Time to... NO!" She hissed, snapping her head towards the door, her eyes sparked with panic.
"Hey!" Dean shouted, crashing through the door with Sam. His eyes darted from the demon to the angel blade, before landing on Castiel. In a split second, he aimed his gun at the demon, multiple salt rounds speeding out. The demon screeched as two hit its target, forcing her to her knees. Her eyes immediately fixated on Castiel.
"No!" Sam yelled, diving towards the demon.
She swiftly drove the angel blade down. Castiel shrieked as it tore into his flesh, a bright blinding light pouring out of the wound. Pain flashed across his face, as he struggled to push the demon off. Then suddenly the pressure was gone. Castiel sputtered in relief, as the blade left his flesh surprisingly quick. Sam was ontop of the demon, his weight crushing her down. Without hesitation he grabbed the angel blade, driving it into her heart.
She let out a bloodcurdling shriek, her back arched, and eyes flashing with light. Within moments, she fell to the ground, a trail of blood flowing out of her mouth.
Castiel let out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline quickly drained from his body, the pain sinking in.
"Hey, woah, woah Cas! You alright?." Sam asked anxiously, rushing over to Castiels's side. Sam's eyes flashed with worry, as he attempted to put pressure on his wounds. Dean walked over from the little girl's body, his eyes weary.
"She's dead." Sam shook his head, exchanging a few glances with Dean, before returning his full attention to Castiel.
"This was rather...unpleasant." Castiel grimaced, struggling to prop himself on his elbows.
"Ouch Cas, she really did a number on you." Dean murmured kneeling down, his eyes scanning over his friend.
"I'll heal. It's not that bad." Castiel mumbled.
"Cas she could have killed you. It's pretty bad." Sam interjected. Castiel felt surprisingly gentle strong arms hoist him up. Castiel hissed in pain, as the wound on his shoulder was awkwardly stretched. He coughed up blood, as the room immediately started to violently tilt.
"Hey hey, take it easy." Dean urged, worry etched across his face, as he kept a firm hold on his friend.
Castiel grunted. It was taking more energy to stand up then he would ever care to admit.
"Hey...you think you can walk?" Sam asked. His voice was strangely..soft, no trace of anger or hostility. Softness...Nothing he was accustomed to...but it was strangely comforting.
Castiel managed to take a few steps forward. A few moments passed, the boys grip gently loosening. Without warning his legs buckled beneath him, causing Dean and Sam to immediately hoist him back up.
"Well that answers the question." Dean retorted.
"Give me a few seconds." Castiel grunted, leaning against them heavily for support. By the time they got to the end of the room, Castiel was practically being dragged.
"Alright, let's get you home." Sam coaxed. How Sam and Dean thought they could get him back to heaven he had no clue. But perhaps... perhaps that wasn't the home they were referring to. A weird saying he heard from his time on earth resurfaced in his head.
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Home is where your family is.
But as far as he knew, he had no family.