NINE.
Behind me, I heard Sam and Dean coming closer - Sam's latin incantations becoming louder and I stared down with absolute hatred on the evil child that was no longer a mere child.
Then I spoke for the first time since coming into the demon's presence.
"If you dare touch one more hair on that angel's head, so help me God, I'll ... "
My voice trailed off suddenly, distracted by movement from Castiel as he shifted slightly where he was hanging.
Up until that point he hadn't moved, hadn't even made a sound. Even though I knew angels were pretty damn hard to kill, there was no telling what magickal blade the demon had been using on him. Relief flooded through me when he moved - at least there was hope that he'd survive.
"Or you'll what, human?" Lillith asked, speaking the last word like it was an insult, and maybe to her, it was.
"So help me God, I'll make you pay in blood for every cut you've placed on that angel's body. I'll make you scream for mercy before I'm through with you!" I promised her angrily.
"Oooh, interesting. I almost want to touch him again, just to see if you really will follow through with your threat," and Lillith laughed that eerie laugh again.
"Don't do this Lillith," Dean commanded over Sam's incantations.
Lillith took no notice of the other hunter, keeping her gaze trained on me.
"He really owns you, doesn't he? I mean Castiel, not that poor excuse for a hunter behind you," Lillith said, finally acknowledging the presence of Dean, if only to fling an undeserved insult his way.
"He does, for I owe him my life - and I love him with everything I have," I said. "And just so you know, the hunters behind me are the bravest, most honorable people I know and I would lay my life down for them if I had to."
Castiel shifted again behind Lillith, turning his perfect blue gaze to mine at my heartfelt words.
"Would you now? But which is your weak spot, Margosi? Him or them?" she asked, gesturing first to Castiel then to the Winchesters.
My gaze unwittingly flittered to Castiel, giving Lillith the exact ammunition she needed. She'd found my weak spot and it was Castiel. It always had been him.
She grinned at that - my unspoken admission - before she plunged her knife once more into Castiel's shoulder and the force of the blow almost knocked me to my knees once again.
"So help me God, you'll pay for that, bitch!" I cursed her, lifting my own Japanese sword in readiness to plunge it into Lillith's unprotected body whilst her back was turned ....
to be continued ...