"Leave it to the Winchesters to fuck somebody over."

Delilah looked at Gabriel, annoyed. He was sitting on top of her counter, legs crossed as he played with one of her wine bottles. "That's what you have to say?" he shrugged. "Gabriel, how would you feel if you were thrown back into a fight you wanted nothing to do with? I left heaven to avoid this. Same reason you left. Now look at me, thrown into the thing we ran from." She knew exactly how he would feel; He would be just as mad as her.

"Better you then me." Gabriel laughed.

"This isn't a joke Gabriel." She snapped. He rolled his eyes at her, extracting some candy from his pocket and unwrapping it. "I'm fucked." she threw her hands up. "Gabriel, I am screwed, good as dead. Even if Castiel truly believes he can keep the fact that I am very much alive a secret. And now, I get to be personal bitch to Sam and Dean Winchester."

"They'll grow on you."

"I seriously doubt it." She snipped, annoyed with herself for thinking Gabriel would be a source of comfort, or a shoulder to lean on. She should have known better, she had known him since the beginning of time.

"And stop being so dramatic about all of this. When it escalates, we will deal with it. For now, do whatever the Winchester bitches have to say." Delilah slumped into a chair and laid her head on the table. He made it sound like this wasn't a problem, and sure she was more of an anxious being, but if there was a time to be anxious, she believed this would be it. "Did you tell Cas about me?" Gabriel asked suddenly.

Delilah looked up, giving him a look. "Of course I didn't. I lied, and then lied some more." She ran her fingers through her hair, lifting her head off the table and resting her head on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling. "What am I going to do?"

"You could go into hiding." Gabriel shrugged.

"Castiel will find me, now that he knows I'm alive. Pour me some of that." She instructed, pointing to the wine bottle he had been toying with. He obliged, pouring it into a red wine glass. She hummed pleasantly as she took it, drinking the glass. "Just leave the bottle." She said, snatching it from him.

"You know, you never told me what happened in Egypt." Gabriel said, hoisting himself back on the counter. Delilah was drinking from the bottle, glancing at him.

"You're right, I haven't." she said, swallowing the red wine down. "And I don't plan on it, ever."

"I'm a little interested, with those scars on your back it must have been something pretty huge." Gabriel continued talking, but she couldn't hear him.

'Delilah-' her head shot up and she looked around. 'I… I need your help. I'm out of options. I'm begging-praying here.' She sighed and looked at Gabriel. "Shit. It's one of the Winchesters." He snorted-he thought this was hilarious- and Delilah took a few more healthy drinks down before slamming it on the table. "I'll be back."

Delilah found herself in a dark parking lot. She examined the area before her eyes landed on Dean Winchester, who looked at her with a nearly defeated look. He swallowed loudly, looking her up and down. For a moment, neither said anything. She was torn; part of her remained obedient to Castiel, the other part wanted to tell the kid to shove his hopes and prayers up his ass. "What's with the kicked puppy look?" she finally asked, averting her eyes to the ground and taking a few steps around him. "So, hope you know, prayer is a sign of faith." And faith is something He made up as a cruel joke on humanity.

"Screw off." He said quietly. He didn't say anything after that. Of course he called her in for a favor and then became crass with her.

She looked up at him. "You called, I came. I could be drinking wine until I blacked out right now. What do you need Dean?"

"Chuck Shurley." He said. "He's-"

"A prophet." She answered, as the name came to the front of her mind. "The current one, I'm going to guess."

"Yeah. And he predicted that Lilith and my brother are going to have dirty demon sex. She will slaughter my brother."

"I'm a little rusty on my prophecies and the end of times, but if that is what the prophecy says…' she trails off. "Then that is what's happening."

"You need to drag him the hell out of here." Dean snapped. She looked at him sharply.

"Are you crazy? Interfering with the prophecy is suicide. Angels, maybe even an archangel will come to stop me. Thus blowing my cover." She explained impatiently.

"Cas said you had to help us." He growled out. She didn't miss the desperate look in his eyes, and unfortunately it made her feel for him. The almighty one had a sick sense of humor, giving white witches emotions like sympathy.

She stopped circling around him. "I won't be any use to you if I get caught and taken Dean." She reasoned.

His face fell. "God damn it… Please. There has to be something we can do." Despite herself, she felt the older Winchester pull at her damn heart strings. "That's my brother for Christ's sake." Suddenly she remembered why she liked people so much in the first place; their undying love for one another. The pain in his voice almost got her a little emotional.

"Fine." She exhaled, letting her arms fall to her side. "I will go grab your brother out by his ear and take him far away." She began to walk toward the hotel room she knew Sam would be in. "Don't say I never did anything for you-"

"Stop." Her feet ceased moving as Castiel appeared in front of her. He looked pensive, his eyes narrowed into hers. She swallowed, looking up at him. "You cannot interfere with the prophecy. You know this."

"Come on Castiel, I'm not on the God Squad anymore. I don't have to follow protocol." She went to step around him but he grabbed her by the elbow, holding her tightly. Her head snapped to look up at him.

"You cannot interfere." He glared into her eyes. "You will surely be found out."

"God damn it Cas." Dean yelled, coming up to the two. Castiel looked to Dean. "This is Sam we are talking about. Come on man, we gotta save him."

"I'm sorry Dean." Castiel said.

"Some help?" Dean looked pointedly at Delilah. She narrowed her eyes at him.

She glared at him, ripping her arm away from Castiel. "How Team Winchester do you think I am?" she asked sarcastically. "I've known you for a little over 24 hours and you cost me my livelihood. It's not like I can exactly fight on this, even if I wanted to."

"Screw you." He spat. "And screw you too." He looked at Castiel. "I've done everything for you and let you pull me every which way. The one time I ask for a favor, and you can't even be bothered." Delilah felt like Dean asked for many favors, but kept it to herself.

"Dean, I am sorry."

"Save it. Next time you, are any of you assholes need a favor, don't think about knocking on my door." Dean began to walk away.

A little dramatic, the savior of the Earth, Delilah thought.

"Dean, wait." Castiel walked after Dean. "You need to understand why I, or Delilah, can't intercede. Prophets are protected."

"I get that-"

"If, anything threatens a prophet, anything at all an archangel will appear." Castiel glanced at Delilah, giving her a pointed look. She raised an eyebrow, than it dawned on her. Her mouth opened slightly as Castiel nodded at her once. "I am truly… Sorry Dean." He disappeared and for a moment Dean and Delilah stared at one another.

"Is he saying-" Delilah cut him off by grabbing his arm.

"Go get the prophet; I'll wait here for Lilith. I can't zap him over here, that will put a blimp on angel radar." She stared at him. "Go!"

"Thank you." He said, before racing off to his car.

She rolled her eyes and now stood on top of the motel. She smiled, a little. Castiel hadn't changed at all; still bending the rules without knowing what he was doing completely. It worried Delilah, it was only a matter of time until Castiel got himself so deep. But that was what she liked about him; his internal struggle of right and wrong, his doubts. Hopefully, his doubts didn't start because she was suddenly back in the picture; he had always fed off of her reservations, second guessing orders as she did. That is what had been the problem. They could erase his memory over and over, but Castiel never did what he was supposed to. Not completely anyway.

"This is wrong." She remembered him saying. She remembered the punishments, his screams resonating in a permanent spot in the back of her mind. "You wouldn't have to be punished if you had just never met Delilah." Naomi would say, saying it more to Delilah then to Castiel. Like it was all her fault. Heck, maybe it was all her fault. The only times Castiel disobeyed was when he was under her supervision.

Delilah pulled herself out of her thoughts as she felt the presence of a demon. She glanced at the hotel room, and she knew Lilith was in there. She waited for a moment; they might as well figure out her motive before the archangel wipes her out. When she decided it was time, she went to the room to find Lilith on top of Sam, holding a knife.

"Lilith." She froze, slowly turning to look at her. Her face fell and she slid of Sam, glaring at Delilah. She seemed to recognize Delilah after a moment.

"You." She spat. "This has got to be a joke."

"Afraid not." Delilah said coolly.

"Wow." She drawled out, smiling at something that had no humor to it. "I remember you. You were there when my father created me. He talked about you, you know." She laughed, slimy smile on her face. "Lucifer is going to get a kick out of this. Just wait until he hears his favorite little witch is still alive." She said witch like it was vile, disgusting. Being looked down on by a demon was cause for some hard feelings, and a little ironic.

"You think he loves you." Delilah grinned, taking a few steps toward the demon. "You think he won't kill every single one of you if he defeats Michael." Lilith rolled her eyes, but she looked weary. Delilah caused her doubt.

"You're full of it." Lilith bit. "My father loves me."

Delilah ran her fingers across the desk in the room, examining the area around her. Her eyes landed on Sam, who was propped up on his elbows as he looked between the two. "Actually, your father is disgusted by you. The only reason he kept popping you guys out was to help him to take over. If he does win the war…" Delilah made a gesture with her hands. "He will have no use for any of you. You disgust him. He'd let an angel live over any of you."

"Shut your mouth!" Lilith shouted, causing Delilah to grin triumphantly.

"Testy testy…" her voice trailed off.

Lilith's face softened sickly quickly after her outburst. "I'm going to cut your throat open." She smirked, going to an eerie calm. "Drink your blood. I do prefer the taste of babies, but I assume a white witch can taste just as good."

Delilah laughed bristly. "That's a joke. You think you, some demon whore, can take me? I'm a little out of your league hon. Must be this tall to be on this ride."

Before Lilith could react, the door slammed open and Dean and the prophet busted in. "My- my name is Chuck, and I am the prophet!" his voice shook, Delilah rolled her eyes; anyone could be a prophet apparently, she thought as she took in the bearded man who reeked of booze.

"This is a joke." Lilith raged, her resolve fading.

"No joke sweetheart." Dean said. "Chuck here has an archangel on his shoulder." On cue, the room begins to shake and the ceiling crumbles. Lilith seems to be weighing her choices. "Consider wisely." Assumedly, Lilith decided it wasn't worth it and disappeared. The shaking subsided.

Delilah looked to Sam. "What did she say?"

He swallowed. "She said she doesn't make it to the end to see the apocalypse happen. She wanted me to sacrifice Dean and I and said she would stand down the apocalypse." He glanced to his brother. Delilah furrowed her eyebrows. How would Lilith know that? Dean said her thoughts out loud.

"I'll do some digging." Delilah told him.

Dean smirked a little. "So, you're in the fight now?"

She grimaced. "If I have to be in it, I might as well be all in. See you later boys."

When she arrived back to her home, she found Gabriel still there. He sat at her couch, a sucker in his mouth. "Hey honey, welcome home. How was work?" She rolled her eyes at him.

"You are actually the person I wanted to talk to. I ran into Lilith, she told Sam that she wouldn't live to see the apocalypse. You know why that would be, oh great archangel?"

He pulled the lolli out with a loud pop. "No, she doesn't. Lilith is the last seal." He said it like it was no big deal, but it stopped Delilah in her tracks. "She has to be the 66th seal. She dies, Lucifer rises, and Lucifer and Michael fight, using Sam and Dean as their true vessel."

Delilah pondered this. "So, if she were to be killed before that, Lucifer would never be able to be freed from his cage?"

"That will never happen." Gabriel said. "The angels want the fight to happen. They want Sam to kill Lilith as the 66th seal. Do you have any more wine left?" she rolled her eyes, walking to her kitchen. Gabriel appeared. "Come on, this is a story centuries in the making. All of the fighting stops once Michael and Lucifer duke it out."

"I should tell Castiel." Delilah murmured. Gabriel sighed.

"Wasting your time. It's going to happen." He assured.

"Hush you. Now scat, I'm going to call upon him."

"Fine. Call me when you're boyfriend leaves." She stared after the spot he had been standing at, leaning against her table. She closed her eyes, sending a prayer to Castiel.

It took seconds for him to arrive to her kitchen. "Hello Delilah." He greeted. "I assume everything went well with the Winchesters and their obstacle."

"Yeah, Sam is alive if that's what you mean." She answered. She stared at him for a moment, admiring his features. She remembered his first vessel, from a long time ago, that looked very similar to this one. "So, I did some digging. Lilith has to be the 66th seal. Her being killed, that is what sets Lucifer free from the cage."

Castiel tilted his head slightly, eyebrows wrinkling in. "You're sure?"

"I'm positive. The angels want Sam to break the seal, Castiel. They want Lucifer free."

"Why would they want that?" he asked, almost disbelieving.

"The fight between Michael and Lucifer. They want it to happen." She watched as he turned away from her, seeming to think. "I don't know what you wanted with that information, but there you go."

"Lucifer cannot walk free." Was his answer. He looked to her. "I must tell Dean. This stays between us for now."

"Woah." She stopped him, reaching to grab his arm. "Castiel, you can't."

"I must."

"No, you can't. The angels will not be pleased with you Castiel."

"Dean trusts me, I must tell him. This… this cannot happen."

"Cas-"

"Are you with me?" he asked seriously.

She sighed, pulling away and crossing her arms. "I'm with you Castiel. Always. I just don't want to see you get in trouble." He didn't answer her and almost everything came spilling from her mouth. She wanted to tell him about Gabriel, Crowley, Egypt, everything. Instead she looked at him pleadingly. "Castiel, I am sorry I left. But please, please." She grabbed his hand, and he stared at their fingers for a moment before looking up her arm and into her eyes. "Please forgive me. I need you forgiveness. You are the last person, in our Garrison, in any Garrison, that I wanted to hurt."

"When I thought you had died, I felt such powerful grief." He said. "I mourned you. And I thought about you every day. I never forgot about you."

"I missed you." She admitted. "Every single day."

He sighed, glancing to the floor, and then looked at her through his eyelashes. "I'll forgive you. Is there anything I should know Delilah? Anything at all."

Her moment to come clean was presented to her, but she lied. "No."

Delilah walked into a skeezy bar. It had been early in the morning, and Dean called on her. She scanned for him, finding him up at the bar, back to her. She stuffed her fingers in the pockets of her leather jacket as she made her way to him, various bikers leering at her. "Our beloved savior chooses a biker bar for a drink." He slightly turned his head, and then looked back to his drink to scoff. "What do you want Dean?"

"Someone to drink with." He muttered. Delilah paused for a moment, before taking the seat next to him. She got a shot. "Thanks for what you did today… well, yesterday."

She smirked. "I was just following Castiels orders."

"Just like that?" he asked, looking skeptically into his drink. "The band is back together for a couple of hours and immediately you do what he says without question?"

"Yup." She said. "I was his superior, back in the day you know. Technically." She added. "We acted more like partners than anything. And of course, a lot of the angels didn't like that."

"I bet not. Assholes." He muttered bitterly. "What is the white witch anyway?"

"The white witches were created after Lucifer, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel… all of the archangels. Our mission was to do all of the important things archangels didn't have time for. Mostly lead angels in battle and protect Earth. I think more than anything the man upstairs was toying with the idea of humans at that point. Our presence resembles human, we have feelings… that of course opened the window of free thinking. Which isn't something you want for a soldier of heaven. From what I've heard, a lot of them went into hiding."

"Then you and Castiel… what's going on there?" he asked. Delilah finally got her shot and took it, throwing Dean a look. "Oh, I know sexual tension when I see it, believe me."

Delilah snorted. "Castiel having sex? Please." She tapped her shot, giving the bartender a pointed look. She continued. "I have a soft spot for the little feather head, what can I say?"

"Cas is virgin huh? Should have figured." Dean laughed.

Delilah received her other shot. "Oh please Dean. Virginity is a concept mankind made up all on their own. It is a social construct. Having sex for the first time is no different than doing anything for the first time. And another piece of advice for you, if she tells you you're her first, she's probably lying."

"You are turning my world upside down tonight." He joked, smirking grimly. "Look um, I'm sorry about telling Cas. You are just our one shot against Lilith."

"You have too much faith in me."

"And I would do anything to protect Sammy. Anything. I need him to make it out of this." She chewed her lip, glancing at him.

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"That." She grinned. "Making me like you. Stop smirking, I still think you are a little bastard."

"I grow on people." Delilah vaguely remembered Gabriel, biting her tongue and not bringing up what he had told her about Lilith. That was in Castiels hands now. "So, you're in the fight?" he asked again.

"Yeah, I'm in the fight."

"Changed your mind pretty quick." He commented.

"What can I say, I've always had a soft spot for people." The conversation dropped, Delilah took another shot. "I hope you and your brother make it out of this Dean. I really do."

"Castiel. What are you doing here?" Delilah asked, looking around. Castiel stood at the beach the skies grey and spilling out snowflakes. The water pushed onto the beach in waves, coming within inches of his toes, but never making it.

Castiel didn't turn to look at her, just stared at the skies. "Do you ever have… doubts?"

Delilah swore internally, coming up behind him. She looked out into the ocean, watching the snow fall into it. "Doubts aren't uncommon." She said neutrally.

"They are unheard of."

She admired his vessel, a handsome man from England, dark hair and blue eyes with rather broad shoulders. "Doubts aren't to be expressed Castiel." She warned him. "This stay between us."

"Sometimes I think you are the only person I can trust." He mused, looking to the skies. Snowflakes fell onto his face, but that didn't seem to bother him.

"So be it." She said. He finally turned to look at her.

"I have an… unwavering fondness for you." He said quietly.

"I'm fond of you as well." She treaded carefully; no matter how many times they cleansed his mind, they always came back to this spot, right here. She couldn't bear to watch him be strapped down once again. But he would look at her, reaching out to her hand and she didn't bother to care about what was right and what was wrong. He leaned toward her, looking between her eyes. She wouldn't stop him. She melted into him when he finally made contact with her lips.

"Delilah."

"Delilah, it's Cas."

Things had been quiet for Delilah for a few days; it was nice. She drank wine until she blacked out, she slept, it was fantastic. However the silence was broken, duty called.

In a small moment, she was in a hotel room, staring at Sam and Dean. They looked to each other warily.

"What about Castiel?" she asked urgently. I

"He was knocked out of his vessel or something. We were keeping Jimmy with us until we figured something else, but…" Dean trailed off.

"Wait hold up." Delilah snapped. "What do you mean knocked out of his vessel?"

"Cas came to me in a dream. Said he had something to tell me. We showed up, and the whole warehouse was destroyed in angel battle. All that was left was Jimmy." Her mind was reeling. She looked around the room.

"Where is the vessel, I must talk to him." Neither said anything. "Where is he?" she repeated.

"Jimmy escaped." Dean said, shooting a look at Sam.

"You let the vessel get away?" she almost screamed. "Are you kidding right now? Demons are going to hunt him down, you idiots."

"We know!"

"Shit, shit." She swore. The angels knew, about Castiel finding out about the prophecy. "Go find Jimmy, I need to go find Castiel."

"Aren't you going to help us?" Dean snapped as Delilah turned to leave. She whirled around and got in his space, leaning into him.

"This is your mistake, now fix it. Go get Jimmy. For fucks sake boys, it's not that hard to watch a human. What the hell happened?" she looked at Sam. "Hm? What happened?"

"I stepped away for like, a minute."

Delilah stared at him, shaking her head. "Idiots."

"Hey, back off." Dean barked. Letting her anger get the best of her, she grabbed him by the shirt and threw him into the wall. She held him there as he struggled, unable to get out of her grip. "Let go of me!"

"This is on you." She hissed. "Fix it. Find Jimmy. If anything happens to him, or his family, its on you." She dropped him and nearly fell to the floor. He glared at her. So much for their bonding time at the bar. "Call me if you two fuck it up again.

She disappeared, going to a busy street filled with people, she assumed she was in New York. This is not where she planned to go; it is just where her mind took her automatically. Delilah was too frantic- she barely had a hold on her powers. She had no idea where to start to even look, or do to find where Castiel was. Before she could think of a plan, she felt as strong demonic presence a minute too late. "Hello darling."

"No." she warned him, holding up her hand. "No, no. I can't deal with you right now." She walked around him, stuffing her hands in her pockets. If she could hear facial expressions, his smirk would be deafening right now.

"Come on Darling, don't be like that. I need to talk to you." He appeared next to her, walking in step. "Heard about your plight, terrible. It was only a matter of time until the angel got caught though." Delilah looked around, seeing that no ones attention was on them. She threw her body into Crowley and shoved him into an alley, pushing him against the brick wall.

"How did you find out?" she snarled.

Despite him not having the advantage, he looked content, and amused. "Come on, angel battles and an angel being dragged out of his vessel… the pure poser from that causes such beacon of power that makes common demons cower. As soon as it happened, everyone set out for the vessel."

Delilah dropped him, taking a few steps away from them. "Call them off." She said. "Call of the demons."

He tilted his head, looking at her like she was stupid. "I'm a business man, the king of the crossroads. Unless you were worried about all my employees going to find the vessel to make him a deal, I can't help you there."

"Where can you help me?" she glared. "Why are you here then?"

"Well, seeing how lovely you are acting, it confirms it was Castiel who was dragged out of his body. And if the angels have him, they will break him lovely, will. There is no if, it's when. So, you are going to need my protection. You need to disappear darling."

She made a face, staring at him. "First off, you don't know he will out me-"

"He will."

"Secondly, why would you help me? What are you getting out of this? I'm not stupid, accepting help from a crossroads demon means fine print." She annunciated the last two words clearly. "So tell me, what is in it for you?"

"Don't you understand? We are on the same team. You don't want Lucifer to walk, I don't want him to walk."

Delilah considered this, however hearing a demon say they didn't want Lucifer to walk free…. It was unheard of. "Why wouldn't you want Lucifer to walk?"

"You were right in telling Lilith that it wouldn't end well for demons once the big guy strolls out of his cage. We are bloody servants to him, once he destroys humanity we are next love. So thus, you and I are on the same side. And I gotta' say, I'd like the white witch to fight on my side."

Delilah didn't bother to consider his deal, she didn't trust Crowley, he was convincing and charming and those were the people she could never trust. The people or things who were so good at being manipulative and at lying. "I don't want your help." She said in an even voice. "I will take care of myself."

Crowley, despite himself, looked taken aback; almost offended. "What do you mean you don't want my help? I can make sure that when, when my dear, those angel dicks come for you, they won't be able to find you."

Delilah shook her head. "I. Don't. Work. With. Demons." She told him slowly, getting very close to him. "I told you then, and I'm telling you now; Screw off. Take your help somewhere else."

Crowley narrowed his eyes. "Fine. Let you racism against demons get you killed. I don't care."

"It's not racism, it's prejudice." She said, turning her back to him and walking off.

"I fully expect for you to come crawling back for protection." He called after her. She looked over her shoulder to find him gone.

Delilah wandered the city, finding that she didn't know what to do. She was desperate, considering calling an old friend. She appeared to her home, to see Gabriel in her kitchen. "They have Castiel." She informed him. He seemed to nod, as if he expected this. "What will we do?"

"Well, me, I'm dipping out. Good luck though."

Delilah stared at him, open mouthed. "You… You are dipping out? Are you kidding?" she took some steps toward him. "Gabriel, you can't; we have to find Castiel. If the angels find me-"

"Whose fault is that?" he asked. "When you first heard about them hunting you down, you should have run. Went into hiding. But no, you went right to them. I think you wanted to be found, by Castiel."

Her eyes widened, a fury flashing in her stomach. "How dare you." She snapped. "I didn't ask for this."

"You never ask for it, do you?" he asked. "You just fall into all of this shit you get yourself into, huh? It's never your fault."

"What the hell is wrong with you? The apocalypse is-"

"Here." He shouted, going toe to toe with her. "It is here. There is nothing you, or me, or Castiel, and not even those two idiots can do about it. It. Is. Here. We cannot stop this, and you know what? I don't want to. I don't care, I just want it to be done."

"Lucifer was my friend." She growled out. "You think I want to kill him?"

"He was my brother." He said deeply. "I am done."

The wind was knocked out of Delilah, beneath all of the rage; her friend, her dear friend Gabriel was leaving her out to dry. "You are choosing Lucifer over me." She whispered. "After everything. After all we have been through."

"No." he said, shaking his head. "I'm choosing neither of you, but I won't leave on bad terms. I'm sorry." And then he was gone.

"Gabriel…" she whispered. "Gabriel!"

She stood alone in her kitchen, hoping and waiting for him to show up. But he didn't; she couldn't see where he was either, she was blocked. This is when Delilah almost lost it; in the span of a week, she was losing everything, despite not having a lot to lose. She had no friends, no one on her side. She was alone with no one to help her. No allies; not Gabriel, he ditched her. Not the Winchesters, they would sell her out in a moment. And not Castiel, he was gone. 'Me, myself, and I' she thought.

She happened to glance at her table, seeing a crimson feather. Her heart lurched; it was what Gabriel meant by not leaving on bad terms. He left a phoenix feather; he knew what she wanted to do.

She didn't bother to find a deeper meaning in it, or make sense of it. She cleared off her table, than began to draw an Enochian sigil that was meant for white witches only. She placed a bowl made out of jadeite. She almost laughed, thinking of the Winchesters wanting to practice the sigil to call on her. Delicately, she held the feather in her hand, placing it into the bowl. She grabbed a knife from the counter, sighing as she cut her wrist open and letting it drip into the bowl. She grabbed a match, lighting it and throwing it into the bowl and watched as the feather turned to ash. "Matthew."

She looked up, pleased with herself. She found him, in the flesh standing in her kitchen. His hair was a mop of dark messy brow and pretty blue eyes. He looked unamused. "Delilah." He swallowed, looking around. "I thought you would never contact me."

"I'm sorry." Was her answer.

He sighed. "There's always a catch to freedom, huh?"

"No." she said, walking around the table. "I'm asking for help. If you want to, you can turn away. No hard feelings."

"What do you need?" he asked, keeping his tone neutral. Matthew was her brother, her favorite one. Not long after she disappeared, he called on her; the one thing about white witches was their bond and loyalty to one another, it didn't matter if they hated their brother or sister. And they were connected by an invisible tether, you could make it hazy, but not disappear. It would only disappear by none existence. She helped him escaped so he can live a life of 'booze and chicks'.

Many white witches came to her; she was almost like the halfway house between heaven and earth.

"The prophecies are happening. Anytime now, Lucifer will walk." She told him.

"And?"

"And I want to stop it."

He snorted. "Fuck that. You are in over your head."

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Come on Matthew. You were the one who always talked about teaching angel assholes a lesson. And you hated Lucifer."

"Cause he was a dick." He said. "Our goals may be the same, but our endgame isn't Delilah. I want to destroy every mindless angel and clip their wings. I want to cause anarchy in heaven. You want to save humanity, don't get me wrong I like people and shit. But I despise the angels, and God."

"Like you said, we have the same goals. Defeat Lucifer, and it will cause chaos in heaven."

Matthew didn't say anything for a while, he glanced into her eyes, and then looked to the ground. He walked to the table, running his fingers over the jadeite bowl. "Why are you fighting Delilah?" he asked quietly. "You like angels."

"I can count how many of them I like on one hand." She defended. "And I wouldn't even need every finger."

"One of them being Lucifer." He said. "I am just finding it a little hard to believe you want to be on the opposing team."

"I was fond of him, but I do not put my loyalties into him."

"What do you fight for then?

"Humanity." She answered. "And I'm in this fight one-hundred percent." She said honestly.

"What changed you mind sister?" he asked. "After years of you saying you would never join the fight, here you are. Like it was nothing."

"I guess I found something worth fighting for."

Matthew sighed, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. "Fine, fuck it. I'm in." Delilah smiled; Matthew was a good fighter, who was very adamant when talking about bring the angels down. A revolution. "What do you need me to do?"

"Have you heard anything on angel radio about Castiel?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Other than them talking earlier about dragging him out of his vessel, they have been silent."

"I need to find him." She murmured.

"Good luck with that. You'd have to go to heaven to find him." Matthew said.

"There has to be some way." She said. Matthew only shook his head. "Do you think you can spread the word? To the other hidden white witches?"

"I've kept some contacts." He answered, smiling a little. "Is this what the beginning of a war feels like?" he looked excited almost. "And the angels have no idea it's coming." He looked to Delilah. "Stay safe, okay? If the angels were to find out about you, I'd hate to go up there and bust you out myself."

Delilah rolled her eyes. "If they do get me, don't come for me alright? Just rally the troops, I'll come to you."

"Don't die." He said seriously. Before her reply came, he was gone.

Delilah tried to think of ways to find Castiel, but she didn't have to think long. "Delilah." Her head shot up at that. Immediately she went to the voice.

She was on a beach, a very familiar one from all that time ago between Cas and her. He stood, his back to her. "Oh my God, Castiel." He didn't turn. His head lolled back and he gazed into the sky. "Damn Castiel, I was just about to go knocking on heavens gates to find you. What the hell happened?"

He turned around, to look her in the eyes. "Your loyalty is appreciated, Delilah. I'm extremely thankful for it." He looked to his feet for a moment, something flashing across his face. "I will never forget that, Delilah."

Regret was in his voice, she tilted her head to the side. "What did they do to you Castiel?" she asked. He looked at her sincerely.

"I am sorry."

A flutter of wings sounded. Her eyes widened as she felt them behind her. She realized immediately what was happening. She stared at Castiel, horrified. "You sold me out." She almost whispered.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it. Delilah shook her head, then turned to meet her soon to be captures. "I'm so sorry." Was the last thing she heard.

A/N: Love to see the follows, hope you guys are enjoying so far. What did you think of this chapter? Some reviews would be great, they help my pop out stories faster. And I got tons of great things ahead.
Matthew is an OC, 'played' by Justin Kirk, more so modeled of the character he played on Weeds, Andrew Botwin.

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