Matthew sat in an old and beat up Buick Century mid-sized sedan. He balanced his bong between his legs, packing some green in the slide. He glanced up once at the house he was at, a nice large house in suburbia. He looked back down to the task at hand, grabbing his lighter and put his lips to the piece, lighting it then pulling the slide, clearing the chamber. He held in his lungs for a few moments before letting it out holding back the coughs inside his chest.
'Like a champ', he thought to himself.
"Are you seriously sitting outside of my house smoking weed?" Matthew looked to his side, grinning. Next to him was a blonde hair, blue eyed beauty.
"Hey Yael, want a hit?" he asked. Her eyes narrowed. He wrinkled his nose. "Is that a no?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed. "And why are you driving this piece of shit."
Matthew set his lighter down. "I just came by to let you know the apocalypse is here. And Delilah is putting together allies to stop Lucifer and Michael and fighting." He seemed so casual about it, as her mouth fell open. "I was wondering if you would be interested."
"Delilah is putting together allies?"
"I was just as surprised."
"After her whole don't come for me and don't come to me speech? Now she's rounding the troops?" Yael stared out the windshield. She wore a pretty red paplip dress that came above her knee teasingly, the neck line plunging low. Matthew admired her cleavage. She looked to find him staring, hitting him in the arm. He jumped back, swearing. "Get out of here!"
"Ow! What the hell?" she hit him again. "Ow! That hurts, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? You are at my house smoking out of a bong asking casually if I want to derail the apocalypse!" she shouted. "God, you haven't changed. Same old Matthew, coming around when it's least opportune. My husband is in there, you know?"
He made a face. "Husband?" he looked to her house, then to her. "Wait, don't tell me you married…" she gave him a pointed look. "Ew, you married cock-eyed Joe." Matthew whisper-yelled.
"He isn't cock-eyed!" she made a face of disgust.
"Yeah he is." He scoffed. "Have you ever looked him in the eye?"
She shook her head, closing her eyes and holding up her hands. "It doesn't matter. Matthew I have a husband-"
"Yeah, what husband is this anyway? Number fifteen?" she glared at him. "Come on Yael, you're wasting your time on some dude that is growing older and older as each day goes on."
"Oh, and go for you?" she scoffed. "No thanks."
Matthew made a face. "Whatever, you couldn't have me if you wanted me."
"I want you." She deadpanned. He whipped his head to look at her, only to find her face blank. He grumbled and looked away from her. "Thought so."
"Are you in or not? I have a shit ton more of our kind to go find." Yael chewed her lip, pondering. "Come on Yael, we use to always talk about this."
"What about my husband?" she asked.
"What about him? Give him 30 years and he will be on his deathbed."
Yael sighed loudly. "I need time to think. I'll come find you when I decide."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Better hurry up, we gotta get shit going." He went to look at her, but she was no longer in the seat next to him. He glanced back to the house, and then put the car into drive.
Castiel watched as Delilah disappeared with the other angels. The pit in his stomach grew as he stared at the spot she was just standing at; the look she gave him, how all of her faith in him drained out of her face. He had betrayed her.
When they looked into his mind, he couldn't hide her from them. It was rather tell them, making them guarantee her safety, or let them go off to find and kill her.
He was trying his best under the circumstance, but good intentions didn't mean a lot.
Slowly he looked away, his eyes setting to the ocean. This place had seemed so familiar, so important but he couldn't find the memories in his mind. Like they had been there at some point.
Bright white. Spotless.
Delilah vaguely wondered if her blood and screams would paint the walls soon enough.
She examined the desk, all that was on his was a potted bamboo plant, put so neatly on the corner of the desk. Center of the desk was an angel blade, a reminder to her to not do anything stupid. Delilah looked up at the women across from her, not breaking eye contact as she leaned forward and gently pushed it the bamboo off the desk. It fell to the floor with a crash that broke the silence. "Are you satisfied yet?" the women raised an eyebrow.
She looked at the knocked over mess boredly, then back to the women. "I couldn't be more satisfied unless you let me go Naomi." Delilah said blandly. Dry humor.
"Hold on to your pride Delilah, by all means. We will strip you of it soon enough." Naomi leaned back, smirking.
"Does the chignon ever get mussed up?" Delilah asked.
Naomi smiled, humorlessly. "Keep it coming. I've missed these little talks."
"How many cocks does one have to suck to get this job?" despite herself, Naomi made a face. "I mean, other than Crowleys because I heard about that one. Gotta' say, I've hit some low points in my existence. But even I never got on my knees for him." Naomi straightened her collar, fidgeting while narrowing her eyes. "I guess my number one question is does the ice bitch spit or swallow?"
Naomi slammed her fist onto the desk, causing Delilah to jump, but looked pleased with herself. "I will cut your tongue out and shove it down your throat." Delilah could only grin more, Naomi was losing her resolve quickly. "Your mouth is vile! Disgusting."
"Go to hell." Delilah snarled. "And while your down there, give Crowley a big old hello for me."
Naomi suddenly appeared next to her, fingers wrapping around her throat as Naomi hauled her up and threw her into the opposite wall. Delilah fell to the floor, coughing as she raised her hand to slam Naomi into the wall across from her. Naomi went to run at her but Delilah held her in place, making a dash for the angel blade on the desk.
Before she could even stand, Michael stood in front of the desk. She could hardly recall the last time she had seen him. His vessel had neat, cropped dark hair and hazel eyes. She stared up at him. "Release her." He said evenly. She did as he said, defeated. "Unfortunately Naomi has forgotten she isn't as powerful as a white witch. But you're not any more powerful than I am." Delilah swallowed, glancing to Naomi who breathed heavily, glaring at the brunette.
"I'm honored that you were sent in." Delilah said.
He smiled. "You just don't know when to stop." Michael said this as if it was sad. "You just keep going and going. You think you are so funny."
"I'm hilarious." She quipped. He crossed his arms, leaning against the desk.
"I'm kind of impressed however." He said. "Everyone was fooled. Even I was. If father hadn't made your kind so weak minded and emotional, you would be amazing soldiers." Delilah said nothing; white witches were never seen as equals to most angels, especially not Michael or Raphael. There was a lot of prejudice she remembered constantly having to battle, despite holding the most power second to archangels. Her kind was never considered brethren, more like step cousins. "How did you know about Lilith being the last seal? That was not something your kind was told until after you had 'died'." Delilah said nothing. "Tell me."
"Bite me."
Michael held her gaze. "You will talk."
"I will die first." She said confidently. She was done, he could do whatever he wanted. She would now sit in silence, waiting for them to just kill her. She wouldn't give up Gabriel, even though he turned his back on her. She would never sell him out, never.
"No, we won't kill you Delilah." Michael said. "That would show you mercy. No, your punishment is going to be working for heaven, under Castiel."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why? What are you playing at?"
"Castiel wouldn't agree to call on you unitl we gaurenteed your safety. And because I say so." Michaels was voice was cold, but it didn't matter who is vessel was, their voice would always come off as cold and distant. "But, you will pay for your crimes against heaven, I apologize."
"Don't do me any favors." Delilah rolled her eyes.
"Ten thousand lashes with the angel whip." He said. "And this is being merciful."
Delilah smirked. "Please Michael. Buy me dinner or something first. I don't just let anybody tie me up and whip me." He only smiled, and it drove Delilah senseless. Her aim was to antagonize him, but with every crude word and harsh sentence that was met with a condescending smile only provoked her. She tried to hold her head high, keep it together. All she wanted to do was shove Michaels head through the desk. He walked around her, and she called to his back, "I mean for fucks sake, let's have some foreplay first."
"Welcome back Delilah."
Delilah had no idea how much time had passed when she was finally done with punishment.
She found herself in a hotel in the middle of Oregon. She was peeled all of her clothes off and sat in the shower, legs curled into herself as hot water ran down her body. Nearly every part of her stung and hurt, she could barely stand it.
She was in there for a long time, just sitting. When she finally got out, she hauled herself out of the tube and wrapped a towel around herself. She soon found the expensive tiny bottles of booze and decided to help herself.
The sound of a flutter of wings, she looked up at Castiel. His eyes were locked onto her, just looking in that way he had. She stared at him, unscrewing the cap to a mini Malibu bottle. She hated coconut, but not as much as she hated being sober at the moment. "Oh, hey Castiel." She said too cheerily. He swallowed loudly. "Just got back from Heaven. I had a great trip, by the way. Thanks for that." His eyes lingered on her bare shoulders, covered in lesions. "Oh yeah, those. Would you mind healing me, I would but I was drained of all my energy and I'm having a hard time getting it up."
Castiel touched her shoulder gingerly, all of the marks disappearing. She narrowed her eyes at him as she looked away, tending back to the mini bar. "Delilah…" she started to shake her head. "I'm sorry."
"I don't want your sorrys." She said softly. "I left, because I didn't want a part in heavens plans. I didn't want to be their soldier anymore-"
"I am sorry, Delilah. It is my fault you were punished."
"I don't care about the punishments!" Delilah snapped, glaring at him. "I'm not mad about getting punished. I'm mad because I'm heavens bitch. I'm mad because I don't have free will. I am mad because freedom is a length of fucking rope God wants me to hang myself with!" she was yelling now, but she couldn't stop.
She would rather be dead. Dead and not go to heaven or hell, because for angels, demons, white witches, and every other monster, you didn't just 'die'. You'd be in hell, or purgatory. Dying meant nothing, and Delilah wanted to be dead to the point where her mind didn't exist. No thoughts, no pain, no heaven or hell. Nothing. Plain and simple nothing.
Castiel was frowning, his face twisted into stress. "I will make this up to you Delilah." Delilah said nothing, but she didn't want him to try to fix anything; anytime he tried, he only made things worse. She put her hands to her head and started to shake her head no over and over. "Delilah, please let me help you." He grabbed her arms, and she grasped his back.
"No, just stop. I don't want you to do anything to help. I'll figure it out myself." Your ruin everything you try to fix, she didn't say allowed. Good intentions were his problem. All Delilah wanted was for him to disappear, so she could figure it all out alone. She pushed away from him and sat on the bed cross legged. Castiel just stood there for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Delilah stayed silent, waiting for him to leave.
She heard the flutter of wings and threw herself back onto the bed. She vaguely entertained the idea of calling on Matthew, but decided one night to herself wouldn't be a bad idea.
Things were silent for the next couple of days, she had time to heal and gather her strength until she was called on. She almost wanted to ignore it, but that probably wasn't her best option.
She arrived to a white and gold room, covered in angelic paintings, some tacky angel figurines, and a long table with beer and burgers. In the room with her were Dean, Castiel, and Zachariah. She looked at the latter with some distaste, but he was doing that annoying smile he did that was sarcastic and not at all genuine. "Ah, here she is. Heard about you being alive. Delighted."
"Heard you were still kicking too Zach." She wrinkled her nose. "Not delighted."
He chuckled. "I forgot about how funny you could be."
"I forgot how annoying you were." Delilah pointed out, looking around the room then gesturing. "What is this?"
"Our green room. We need to keep Dean safe until the show down, Lilith plans on breaking the seal tomorrow you know." Delilah raised an eyebrow, glancing to Castiel who was giving her a pointed look. Dean still didn't know Lilith was that final seal. And he also probably didn't know about being Michaels sword. "And what with you getting back into the swing of things, we thought we'd give you something easy. Just keep an eye on our Dean, keep him company. Super easy."
"Sounds fun." Delilah said neutrally.
"We'll be back. Have fun. Just keep the chit chat down, alright? Oh, and if you feel like leaving, don't bother. We have a few enchantments and sigils around to keep you here so no funny ideas. And boy did that take a while to do. Michael put it together himself. I think that's it, have fun kids." he gave her a final look before disappearing with Castiel.
Dean was staring at her. "What the hell was that? I thought you were hiding from the angels?"
Delilah shrugged. "Well, after they tore Castiel away from his vessel, they found out about me and he turned me in. So now, I have to do whatever they say I guess."
Dean looked to the floor. "I can't believe Cas did that."
Delilah grabbed a beer from the ice bucket. "In his defense, which I offer bitterly and hesitantly, he was worked over pretty good, didn't have a whole lot of say in it. Where's your other half?" she observed, looking around the room while taking the top off the bottle.
Dean looked back up, a dark look to his eye. "He dipped out on us to go drink demon blood with that bitch."
Delilah exhaled slowly. "I thought he was done with the demon blood?" which if he wasn't, that was too bad; all of that blood could do a permanent number on him. Dean started to pace, looking at the paintings. "He wants to take on Lilith." She observed.
"Take me to him." Dean said roughly. "Please, I gotta' go see my brother."
"Sure, as soon as I get permission to take you anywhere, we can do that."
He made a face. "Just take me damn it."
"Right when I can find the hex bag tethering together sigils and traps, I'll get right on that. But right now, I'm stuck. So I don't know what you want me to do, because until then I won't get very far." Delilah ignored Dean's string of curses and began to look around the room; in vases, under chairs, anywhere she could think to look.
In the midst of her searching, she heard Dean on the phone in the other room, assumedly talking to Sam(his voicemail, rather). She could see the faint glow of the markings on the wall that were trapping her there, used with ancient magic only archangels had access too; she tried her luck and called on Gabriel. She only got his 'busy' signal.
'Whatever,' she thought to herself bitterly. She found herself on all fours when she heard someone enter the room. "You called-" the voice paused. "You aren't looking for the hex bag, are you?" Delilah stood up immediately, eyes landing on Castiel.
"No." she lied obviously. His eyes lingered on her face, before turning back to Dean.
"I need a huge favor man." Dean said, almost pleadingly. Delilah cut out of view, continuing her search.
"Anything." She heard Castiel say before the room before her disappeared, and she was surrounded by darkness. She looked around, confused mildly. Her eyes landed on a figure and she sighed in relief.
"Matthew." She breathed out.
His hair was mussed and slightly stuck to his forehead; he was walking up to her looking urgent. "What the fuck happened to you? I've been trying to reach you for days, but I've been blocked. I had to borrow some of Yaels power to get into your head." She looked around once more. She realized she was in a coma like state that the white witches used in desperate times. She also knew that meant they didn't have enough time.
"I got the shake down." She admitted. "Angels know I'm alive." Matthew swore, throwing up his hands and turning away. "Zachariah is letting the final seal be broken. And I'm stuck to a room Michael enchanted himself to keep me in."
"We can come break you out." He said suddenly, turning back to face her.
Delilah shook her head. "No, its better that they don't know other white angels are walking around. I'll play into their game yet. I need you to find Sam Winchester, and to stop him from killing Lilith. If he kills her, Lucifer walks." She spat this all out quickly, because she could feel consciousness trying to break her from her mind.
"They're looking for our kind, chief." He admitted. "The only reason Yael is with me is because they were narrowing down where her location could be. Some are seeking us out, there's more angels poking around than ever before."
"I have to go." She rushed. "Stay safe; don't let him break the seal."
Matthew opened his eyes and shot up, running over to the hotel bed. He put a hand to Yaels forehead, taking her out of meditation. She opened her eyes and sat up, staring at him. "What's the plan?"
"The final seal is being broken." He said over his shoulder as he went to grab his bong, packing a bowl. "We gotta' go find this Sam Winchester."
"Is now the best time?" she asked in disgust. He only looked at her while he took a hit. She rolled her eyes. "What is the big deal if he gets loose? We can take him."
Matthew started to laugh and ended up choking on his hit. His eyes watered and he spoke between coughs. "Lucifer? What are you, baked? We couldn't take him on." Matthew cashed his bowl and inhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling. 'Oh, fuck', he thought to himself.
Yael stood up, slithering toward him. "You know what I say? Fuck Delilah." She almost whispered, crossing the room and pressing against her. "If it wasn't for her, the angels wouldn't even think to check to see if we were alive. Let's just go Matthew." She pressed against him gently, eyes big and blue. "You and me, let's run away where they will never find us." Matthew gulped loudly, the beautiful blonde staring up at him. He grabbed her hands gently.
"Yael, you know you can pretty much make me do whatever you want." He admitted, she smiled. "Mostly because you know I've wanted to bang since I first met you. But not this time." He pulled away. "The only thing I want more than that is to stop that bastard Lucifer, and overthrow heaven, I'm sorry. You can go if you want."
Yael looked shocked, and maybe a little offended. "You are going to choose her? Over me, Matthew she got us in this mess." He only shook his head as he began to pack. "Matthew, this is not worth dying for!" she nearly shouted.
He looked up at her, before shaking his head. Despite Yaels banging body, he was always more alleged to Delilah, always. "It's the only thing I will die for you. Now, go if you want. But I'm going to go find Sam Winchester." He threw his bag over his shoulder, opening the hotel door and standing there for a few moments, looking at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes and picked her bag, standing next to him.
When Delilah came to, she was annoyed to see she didn't appear in the room she left. She seemed to be in some dingy warehouse, surrounded by a line of fire. She stared at it for a moment. It must have been holy fire. Looking up, she found Castiel looking at her with that pensive gaze. She exhaled. "How many white witches are left." He asked.
She shrugged. "None that I know."
"Don't lie to me." He snapped. "It may have been a long time ago, but I know the look in your eye when another one of your kind calls you. Who are they?"
"Castiel." She said quietly. "Don't do this, please. What about protecting the earth? The humans? If Lucifer walks, it's all over for them. A lot of people will die, and none of the angels care. Expect you, I know you care Castiel." He looked away from her. She was practically begging him. "I am not powerful enough to fight Lucifer or Michael. If he walks, we will not be able to stop the fight. Those two brothers will be twisted, manipulated, even forced to take on the roles in the great fight. Maybe neither of them will walk away from it. You are supposed to be their guardian and you are going to stand by while they die."
"What are their names." He said darkly.
"Screw you." Castiel shook his head, turning his back to her. "Damn it Castiel, some things are worth dying for!" he paused, and then he was gone. Delilah groaned loudly, curing the angel. She decided that it was time to start being more aggressive, even if that meant she had to fight Castiel.
She looked around the warehouse for something, anything. She sighed helplessly and went to her last resort; she used her fingernail to cut into her arm. She winced at the pain as crimson flashed on her hand. Once she got a good amount, she started to draw around her.
It was some time later, but before she could finish, she heard the flutter of wings and she found Castiel. He looked at her, then to the ground beneath her, and then he narrowed his eyes back to her. "You were trying to make a sigil?" before she answered, he waved his hand and the fire was gone. She widened her eyes, taking a few steps backs as he walked toward her.
"Castiel, I don't want to fight you-" she said. He kept coming toward her and just as she lifted her hand to cast him back, he grabbed her and threw her against the wall. He stared at her with those hard eyes, and right before she began to struggle, he pressed his lips against hers roughly. That froze Delilah right away. He pulled away and stared at her wide eyes. Her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. Instead she reached for his face and crashed their lips together again. He grabbed her hips and instinctively she wrapped her legs around him. She threaded her fingers into his dark hair until he pulled away.
"I'm rebelling against the angels." He said as an explanation. "I thought this would be…. Appropriate."
"Don't let me stop you." She swallowed. She dropped herself from him, a regretfully said, "Not that this isn't fun, but if we are going to stop Sam, we need to do it now."
"Right." Castiel replied, not seeming wavered by the rebuff. "I will go to Dean, whatever you were trying to plan out when the other witches came to you… tend to that." She nodded, reaching to touch his face before she disappeared.
When she arrived to St. Mary's covenant, she found Matthew and Yael standing outside. Matthew seemed a little surprised to see her. "Castiel is helping us." She said as explanation. "What's going on?"
"We are warded off." Matthew admitted. "We took out the demons surrounding the place. We just got here, and we saw the older Winchester go inside."
"Dean is in there already?" she began to hasten toward the covenant, but was stopped by an invisible shielf that burned her the more she pressed into it. Quickly she realized it wasn't keeping them out of the covenant. "We aren't being warded off, we are being bound to this area." She looked to the skies, the previous calm weather had turned to storm clouds, bubbling with thunder. Delilah looked to the covenant, while Matthew looked at her expectantly.
"What do we do?" he urged. "Come on Delilah, what's the plan?"
"We are too late." She muttered. "Lucifer must have known we would come to try and stop him. Maybe even Michael. Either way, we can't get in."
"It was me." The three whipped around to see a handsome man with dark hair, smiling smugly. Next to Matthew, Yael snarled.
"Michael."
He shrugged. "I knew you couldn't be trusted Delilah. You have never done what you were asked. And how amusing is it to see you two." He nodded to Matthew and Yael. "Strange creatures, you guys are." Delilah was glaring at him wildly, which only seemed to amuse him. "By the way, our deal is off. I regret to inform you, in the recent events of the death of Castiel, my pardon of your crime has been…. Well, pardoned."
Delilah blinked, glancing at Matthew who was staring at her. "He's… He's dead?"
Michael made a faux sympathetic face. "Sorry, he did disrupt the prophecy. And now, you will all be sent to purgatory." Before he could go on, she felt the barrier trapping them in disappear. Her eyes snapped up to look at his face. His eyes were wide with shock. "How did you-!" she didn't give him a chance to finish before she grabbed her two other comrades and disappeared.
They were in New York, funny how her first instinct was always to go there.
The three stared at one another. "How did you get rid of the barrier?" Matthew asked Delilah.
She glanced between the two. "I… I didn't. I thought one of you might have…" they shook their head. "What got us out of there then?"
"Call it a fucking blessing." Matthew sighed and Delilah almost began to laugh. "And no doubt Lucifer is out of the cage by now, that's what we have to worry about now."
"Do you think Castiel is really dead?" Delilah said quietly. Yael and Matthew made eye contact, and then looked back to the brunette. "Michael must have lied-"
"Michael is an asshole." Matthew said. "But he doesn't lie." Delilah turned her back to them, inhaling deeply and looking up to the grey skies. "Come on Lilah, we need you to keep your head in the game." She only nodded, turning back around. "Are the Winchesters alive?"
Delilah searched for them. "Yes, they are…. On a plane?" Matthew made a face. "How peculiar."
"Tell me where they are landing. I'll go meet up with them." Matthew said. "Yael, you trace Castiels last steps and find out where he was."
"What about me?" Delilah asked.
Matthew looked her up and down. "You… pull yourself together. I'll call on you when I locate the brothers." She only nodded as they disappeared.
She walked down the bustling streets. Without knowing what to do, or how to 'pull herself together, she went into a gas station, buying a pack of Marlboros. Smoking didn't affect her, and it gave her something to do. She sat outside of the gas station, people walking by her. She leaned against the building, lighting up with a lighter she bought that had a busty, naked mermaid on it. She people watched quietly. Once she finished, she flicked the cigarette to the other side of the street, almost smiling triumphantly.
Sighing deeply, Delilah dropped her head against her knees, hearing the mumbles of others walking by her. She didn't care, she was currently thinking about where she could get a cheap bottle of wine.
Before she bothered to pull herself up, she heard the flutter of wings; instinctually, she held her hand out to kill whatever angel bastard had found her, standing up right. But when curious, big blue eyes studied her, she froze. "Oh, Castiel." She said. "You're okay." Of course he was okay, she thought. Castiel was always alright.
He glanced down at his vessel. "It seems I have been resurrected." Castiels voice was so bland about it, but Delilah felt blood in her ears. She cut him off by wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly. He seemed taken aback by this, the same angel who had thrown her against the wall earlier, didn't know how to react to a hug.
"You saved us from Michael." She said, pulling away. He tilted his head to the side, her words confusing him. She searched between his eyes. "Michael had me bound, something broke it-"
"That was not me." He said. "Where is Michael?"
"He was at the covenant. Right before Lucifer was released." She glanced toward the bustling crowds making their way around the pair. "What do we do now?"
"We need to stop Lucifer." He said seriously.
She searched between his pretty blue eyes, before sighing. "No shit Cas. How?"
AN: I know I took a while on this one and it's not like wooooow, but next chapter is when it starts to get good. What do you guys think of Yael and Matthew? I plan to them be this tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb duo that always messes things up in the upcoming chapter, and have some development with Castiel and Delilah. I am basing Yael off of Elizabeth Banks. Thanks for the reviews you guys! Leave some more and I plan to have the next chapter out soon.