Ok so this'll be a five-part chapter then, I promise. xD I have terrible planning skills...Oh and in response to your question, dear Guest:
Thank you so much! And yes, I'm excited too! Of course I ship Destiel. *u* Who doesn't? Though, I doubt from Cas' POV that there will be much of anything...sexual...going on *cough*sadly*cough*. Just lots and lots of angel awkwardness! Gotta love those.
Rushing to Pamela's aid are none other than Dean, Sam, and Bobby. I feel a spark of anger ignite within me as I catch sight of Dean's rolled-up shirt sleeve, glaringly revealing my handprint, and I begin to piece together what had occurred prior to my appearance. They had hired a psychic, who was now blind just because they wanted to know who I was. I should crush all of them and toss Dean back into Hell for their impudence-
"Don't."
I give a start. This was not an angel's voice, either. It only takes me a second to recognize the familiar tone:
Jimmy. He had probably sensed my anger and been jarred awake by it. I feel calmness wash over me before his consciousness subsides once again.
"Call 9-1-1!" yells Bobby's voice as Pamela sobs,
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" She lifts her burned eyelids to reveal smoking, empty eye sockets. I turn my face away from the sight. Sam is in another room calling for help while Dean and Bobby are on the floor trying to keep the woman from clawing at her face in pain.
Pamela is rushed to the hospital. The men try to linger near her, but they are ushered away by the doctors. Questions were asked as to how she had sustained such an injury. Dean shook his head in false confusion, lying through his teeth,
"We were visiting her from Pontiac, since she's a friend of my uncle's, but when we got to her house this morning we found her on the ground with her eyes just..." He stopped, placing his hand on his mouth as if to back his emotions, and continued," Will…will she be okay?"
"We're working on stabilizing her right now. No other part of her skull or brain seems to have been affected, so there is a high chance she will recover from this."
Dean nods at the doctor, and once out of earshot turned away with Sam and angrily muttered,
"Minus the eyes," as they walked back to where Bobby was waiting. I watch as they speak, then suddenly wonder where Uriel is. He should have found me by now, unless he was still following Ruby…
But what if he disregarded his orders and killed her after all? What if she was already dead, her eyes burned out like Pamela's? As I debate whether or not to leave, I hear the familiar brush of wings as Uriel arrives.
"Where-"I begin, before Uriel cuts me off,
"Relax, Castiel, the demon is safe. I tracked her to the main road. She took a car and drove off. Nothing else."
I nod, loosening up somewhat.
"And what happened to you back there? You looked like you snapped, then burst into a fireball and disappeared."
"I-I was being summoned. A psychic was conjuring me. She's in there right now." I motion towards the hospital room, where doctors were crowded around her bed.
"And you…tried to smite her?"
"No. She tried to see me. Not exactly a good idea."
Uriel chuckles at that, but I frown,
"You should not be laughing."
"Why not? The idiocy of humans never fails to amuse me. Filthy mud m-"
"Quiet. They're leaving."
We watch as Dean and Sam part ways with Bobby, who said that he would stay at the hospital and update them on Pamela's condition. We follow them out of the hospital and into their car. Nothing else is communicated between the brothers, a usual brooding silence falling between them. No doubt they were thinking of me. And how to kill me.
However, the more they drive, the more it becomes apparent to me where they were headed:
Johnny Mac's, the same diner that the demons had chosen to nest in. I doubted that it was a coincidence. I see the demons watching them from inside as Sam and Dean drive up and park their car. The three demons that had nearly killed Ruby earlier were back, though I saw that they still appeared to be badly shaken up. We follow them inside, Uriel casting his eyes around with open hostility even though no one could see us.
"This place absolutely reeks-" Uriel begins.
"This is nothing compared to Hell," I rebuke him, tossing him a glance. He closes his mouth. We watch as the demon waitress approaches Dean,
"So what can I get you?"
"I'll take two pies. Cherry."
"Be up in a jiff." She notes the order down and leaves towards the counter. I can see her watching him from the corner of her eyes as she prepares his order, sending a shudder of disgust through me. Every single human in here save the two Winchesters had been taken by a demon. I hear my name mentioned by the brothers,
"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us," Dean says. Uriel snorts,
"Like I said, the stupidity of humans..."
Sam blanches at Dean's suggestion,
"You're crazy. Absolutely not." Dean ignores him, continuing,
"We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?" Did Dean really think he could "work me over", like I was some low-tier demon or beast? And it was hardly my fault, as seeing any angel in an unfiltered form could easily overwhelm a human. I must have scoffed a little at Dean's words too, because Uriel turned and smiled at me triumphantly.
"Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?"
"You got a better idea?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?" The two demons towards the side of the diner glance up, listening intently.
"Okay," Dean says, a skeptical look on his face. I notice another demon that was drinking coffee at the counter give a deft nod to the waitress, who takes the two plates of pie and begins to approach. I stiffen.
"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." They did not even realize the utter irony of that statement. The waitress arrives, setting the plates down. Immediately, the brothers stop talking about the subject. Sam thanks her, but she smiles and promptly sits down beside them. It takes everything in me not to jump forward and smite her.
Dean smirks at the waitress,
"You angling for a tip?" Her smile doesn't falter,
"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." As her eyes flicker to black, Uriel lets out a noise of disgust. The smile abruptly falls from the faces of both brothers. We begin to circle the group as a demon goes and locks the front door with a click, barring the way. I feel my angel blade slip into my hand as they begin to talk, tension crackling like electricity through the air.
Soon, I realize that the demons have not gotten the news from the Pit yet. The Archangels did a good job on severing the communication lines, leaving the demons cut off and unsure…For now. Dean tosses a sharp retort at the waitress, and I recall what had happened to Ruby when she had done so. Unlike a demon, his spine won't be able to just realign itself. Sam appears to be ready to move as well, and I see his demon dagger shifting inside his back pocket. However, Dean motions for his brother to stand down,
"No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose."
Uriel is chuckling again as Dean lists off the possibilities. I frown at the mention of "Godzilla". Was it another pagan god, perhaps? Now, I do recongize the reference, ever since Metatron had uploaded all those countless millions of books into my mind; but I still don't understand. Godzilla is an entirely fictional creature, with a similar structure to that of the dinosaurs from long ago. I doubted it had the ability to save souls from Hell, even if it could fire strange beams of light from its eyes (which is physically impossible). It can't even fly.
The waitress had kept her human's expression calm throughout Dean's lecture, but I can see her demon visage twisting within her, baring its ugly teeth at the brothers in a mixture of anger and uncertainty. She forces on a smile,
"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." But I can see that she did not mean it. She was scared, and she should be. However, Dean did not let her go. He smiled back at her, leaning in close, and I wondered why until he reached forward and struck her across the face. Uriel was smiling like a fool. At my glare he cleared his throat and shifted his expression. Dean tossed another punch, and still the demon did not retaliate.
"That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam," Dean finally says. The demon does not reply, sweating profusely now, her confidence shattered. To take it even further, much to my disapproval, Dean tosses some money down at her,
"For the pie." He injects as much scorn as possible into the phrase. This was how people got killed.
As the two brothers leave, I see all the demons' eyes follow them out. As soon as they stepped out one of the male demons, in the body of a cook, started forward as if to attack them anyways.
"Stop! Let them go," the waitress hisses, still fuming. The cook protests,
"But-"
"I said let them go!" she roars, slamming her hand on a table, and he quiets.
"Then ma'am, what should we do now? The Winchesters are-" begins another demon, before getting cut off.
"We'll wait for our orders. And when we get them…oh, I'll make sure that the short one finds out what his eyeballs taste like." I shudder in disgust, but the imminent danger has passed.
"And when d'you think that'll be? We haven't heard back from them in days," another demon muttered.
"Then we'll…" The waitress stops, anger flaring in her eyes, "Aw, screw Hell. If we don't hear any word tonight, then we'll go after them ourselves." The demons all smile, mutilated faces twisted upward in unison. I turn away to look at Uriel, who is deep in thought,
"I will go see what our superiors have to say on this matter. I will be back," he finally says. I nod, and he is gone. I stay behind to watch the demons, occasionally flitting away to check on the two brothers. They pored over texts and books for the entire afternoon, but once in a while I noticed Sam glancing up from his research to frown at Dean when he wasn't looking. God only knows what was going through his mind.
As the day faded to night, Uriel finally came back. He glanced at Sam and Dean, who were still blissfully unaware of our presence, before going,
"Apologies for not returning sooner. We have another…situation."
"Which is?"
"Another angel has been killed from our Garrison." My vessel's stomach drops, but I force the uncomfortable feeling down.
"Who? How?"
"Judith. By…an angel's blade," Uriel swallows, then frowns, "Ezekiel found her a few hours ago in an alleyway two towns over. She was killed late last night, from our estimates."
Perhaps at this point, I might have allowed a slight seed of suspicion to grow within me…but I was still too blindly faithful back then. I destroyed the seed before it took root.
"And was no one with her? Did I not command you to tell everyone that they are to be accompanied at all times?" I demanded, turning to glare Uriel in the face.
"I already told them, all of them. She must have wandered off against orders," he said, indignation flashing across his features. I turn away,
"Take me to her."
"Yes, I will; but I have more pressing news for you. We have been given clearance to eradicate the demons from the diner immediately. They are dangerous and must be neutralized."
"Fine. Get the Garrison-"
"No. The Arches specifically ordered the two of us to carry this judgment out."
Why just the two of us, I did not know. But I was a good soldier. I complied.
I give the brothers a last glance. Dean had dozed off at the table with a book spread over his face, while Sam was looking at nothing, troubled eyes deep in thought. We leave for the diner.
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