Chapter 16: To anger an angel
Dean and Bithiel hung out for a awhile longer by the garage volleying ideas on breaking, which they came to agree on, was Lucifer's resounding hold on Sam. Both believing that Satanic visions, more than horrific memories, were to blame for the younger Winchester's earthly torment.
"It's a survival technique of the human mind. To quickly push back and disassociate hard, heavy emotions from a traumatic memory." She had rationalized to the elder brother. "He should already be able to think about Hell without being reduced to a bowl of melting Jell-O. It's gotta be Luci force feeding him visions."
After being ribbed good-humouredly as to whether Beth was a human, an angel or, most detestably, a psychiatrist, she stood, bravely, toe-to-toe with the experienced Hunter and challenged him to another wrestling match. When his only reply was mock innocence and 'Umm…What's for dinner?', the angel had stomped away feigning belligerence, a slight grin playing on her lips.
Slipping through the backdoor with a now fixed smile, Bithiel paused by the refrigerator upon hearing Sam and Bobby talking quietly among the rustling of papers and pages turning.
"And just how ya plan to get Cass in there?", Bobby was questioning. On the mention of her beloved brother, she moved silently next to the hutch that stood beside the door to the living room/study.
A low 'Humph' was heard followed by Sam's suggestion, "Maneuver Beth into the ring so he follows? Then one of us yank her out while someone else lights the oil?"
The angel instantly understood. 'Holy Fire!' In horror, she jerked back, knocking a cup from the sideboard. Her mind swimming with the implications, Beth didn't hear it hit the floor and shatter, the legs of a chair scrape the floor or Bobby call out, "Dean?". She'd settled her mind into taking flight just as a massive hands seized her by the upper arms.
"Uh-uh! No ya don't, Beth! You take off, you're taking me with ya!," Sam rattled on, trying to hold a convulsing angel.
"Traitors! Conspirators!", She nailed the taller man in the ribs with a knee. Before she could step away, the old scrap dealer captured her around the waist. Throwing back her head, Bithiel let lose a shriek that made anything glass or porcelain in a 10 foot range ring in unison. The ear busting sound died quickly as Sam slapped a hand over her mouth, his other grasping the back of her head.
"Hold her, Bobby!"
"I'm a trying, boy! But even girl angels are strong little cusses!", He hollered back fighting to lock his wrists amid the flurry of arms and feet aimed for him. During the power struggle, none of the three heard the next contest barrel through the door. None saw the set of hands come between Sam and Beth until the young man was sliding several feet acroos the floor on his side. Bithiel took the distraction as an opportunity, catching Bobby in a temple with a well thrown elbow.
"NO, Dean! Grab her!", Sam sprang to his feet as his brother screamed, accusingly, "What the Hell are you guys doing?"
"Ye audere proditus Eli!" The angel lurched forward, throwing her own arms around Dean.
'You dare to betray my God!'
"Ye voluntatis lutus atrox!"
'You will suffer punishment most severe!'
"DEAN!", The younger Winchester jumped for the older and seized only air. Bithiel's last yell reviberating through the small kitchen in the gust left by the beat of enormous wings.
Spinning swiftly to validate both brother and angel had disappeared, Sam racked hands through hair, " Son of bitch!"