The angel flipped his blade, the reflection of the shining material shining for a moment on the dark flesh of whatever was in front of him. He twirled the metal, a blade of which no material on earth could replicate, yet this thing seemed to have a similar weapon at its disposal.
He saw it stalking around and then shrink and stand, flexing its hand.
"Ready to die, winged one?" It asked in a hissing voice.
"How do you know what I am? Tell me how you know!" He yelled gripping the blade until his knuckles went white.
The thing grinned and then jumped tearing the angel apart as it did so, smearing his blood across the dirt and leaves and sticks then leaving his body for the animals to feast on as it watched the white light emanate outward as the angel died and it's wings scorched the ground.
"I can see your wings, fair one." A roaring laugh split the air before it was only an echo on the breeze as the police cruiser came up.
"You kids had better not be-OH GOD!" He screamed, stepping in some liquid he knew wasn't cool-aid.
Castiel sighed and hung his head, his wings twitching in frustration. They shook, a feather or two falling to the ground before disappearing in a small cloud of ash. He looked up at the other angel, his sister. His sister ran her long fingers through her vessle's long blonde hair as a his way of mimicking Castiel's sigh.
"It is the Winchester again, is it not, the oldest boy?" Mihael sighed before tying her blonde locks back away from her face. She hated the hair, it was dyed blonde. She liked her vessle's natural color but it would never go back to that color now that the vessel was inhabited.
"Can you finish without me, I should not be long. He just wants to make sure I'm alright." Cas mumbled under his breath.
"I can finish and be on the Eastern seaboard by morning, is that enough time?" Mihael asked. Cas turned to his sister and ran a finger across her temple as if he were stroking hair away from her face. She wasn't used to phisical contact but the way Cas smiled, there was no way she couldn't return the look.
"You will do well. That is plenty of time. About that time Kutiel should be in the same area. I will see you both there." Cas closed his eyes and there was a flurry then just a few drifting feathers in the air before each quietly hit the ground and disintegrated into ash.
Sam jumped visibly causing Dean to jump and knock over his beer. Of course Sam would be startled by the sudden appearance of the angel at the end of the desk his back had been facing before he swiveled the chair to face Cas.
When Sam wasn't looking Dean let out a sigh of relief. He had come, though he hoped, he even prayed to Cas that he wouldn't reveal that he had called. Dean had needed to see his angel, it was getting bad again but he didn't want Sam to know.
"Uh...Cas." Sam said, glancing over to his brother as if reading his mind then looking back at the other man in the room. Dean gave Cas a look that he hoped he would catch, the naive son of a bitch could go off spewing anything right now, and Dean couldn't afford that," What's going on?"
"I just... came to check in. I wanted to see if you had gotten any further on that creature, that one that has been attacking my siblings in the west." Of course Cas knew they hadn't gotten anything. The brothers had spoken to him only two maybe three days ago. They had just started noticing a pattern, seeing that it was a serial angel murderer and that whatever it was, was eating angels' grace.
Sam's eyebrows knitted and he looked at Dean again who shrugged but as soon as Sam looked away Dean met Cas' eyes and mouthed, 'Thank you.' to him. Cas let a slight smile show and nodded as Sam started to rustle through the papers they had been writing their findings on.
"Well, it seems to have some sort of way of telling angels from humans because it has only killed angels. Its specific ways of killing have not come up on any human murders, although we also aren't sure what it is killing the angels with. It seems to be some weapon that it bares like claws. Those are the only new things we have found since we talked to you... two days ago." So it had only been two days. It had felt like weeks. Things were getting bad again.
"Keep up the good work then. I will be checking in again soon. Sam. Dean." He nodded to each in farewell and Dean stepped forward to speak but he was gone in a flurry of wind and the sound of invisible feathers.
"Dean." Dean turned to Sam at the sound of his name and raised his eyebrows.
"Hm?" He grunted at his younger brother, trying to ignore the questioning look on his brother's face.
"You called him." Sam stated. Little know it all.
"No, I didn't call him." Dean shook his head, careful not to get defensive which was his give when he was lying, he had been told.
"Why didn't you tell me it was getting bad again?" Sam raised his voice angrily.
"It's not getting bad again!" He shouted, "Nothing is getting bad again, I didn't call him!"
"Cas does not just show up like that anymore! He is too busy and you don't think I can catch that man lying as well as you can? I have been around him almost as long as you have!"
"Stop yelling at me! I just wanted to make sure!" Dean turned away and put his hands on his hips, shifting all his weight to one foot and hanging his head, shaking it back and forth a few times.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sam whispered.
"I didn't... you couldn't do anything... we both know that... it only goes away when I see him..." Dean turned and grabbed a washcloth, wiping up the beer he had dropped earlier.
"Maybe I can help a little bit, Maybe you could see a…" Dean cut Sam off with a wave of his hand.
"I am not going to see some shrink! He can't help with shit like this, they couldn't help you or Cas and they definitely couldn't help me! How many people survive hell only t-" Dean licked his lips and looked up at his younger brother, "I'm fine now, he came, we're good, okay? Let's get back to work." He picked up the book he had been reading and sat down on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. Sam sighed and turned back to his papers, knowing the conversation was over.
"CAS! CASTIEL! Dean, calm down, he's coming!" Sam shouted, blocking the door of the warehouse so that Dean couldn't get out.
"Sam, I just need some air, let me out." Dean said in a low voice.
"No, there is something wrong with you, I can't let you out." Sam shook his head, muttering quietly as he looked around then he looked back at Dean and his eyes widened, "No, NO!"
Castiel appeared in his quiet flurry and looked around the warehouse, this was all wrong. Why was Sam tied up to a chair and beaten and appeared to have been tortured and Dean was the one standing over him with the knife and salt to make and pour into Sam's wounds.
"Oh, Castiel, you have joined us, how thoughtful of you to finally come after he BEGGED you to. You do play favorites." That was Dean's body and even Dean's voice, but the inflections, the way it was moving and being used, not Dean.
"Dean and I… have a more profound bond I can hear him better when he calls." Castiel strode across and sighed, "How did you do it?"
"Possess Winchester here?" Dean's eyes turned completely black and the demon grinned, exposing his chest with an ugly red scar across the star tattoo, " Easy enough."
"I am sorry." Castiel closed the distance between himself and the demon, standing in what Dean had called his personal space, " I know who you are and I am sorry. How do remember so many years ago?" He tilted his head his eyes reflecting how sad he felt.
"I remember all of it. " The demon hissed, "Now he knows all of it." The demon tapped hiss forehead and grinned.
"Dean knows my shortcomings. Leave him." Castiel warned before grabbing the demon by the shirt and pinning him to the wall, "Leave him!" He lifted his hand about to smite the demon but hesitated as the demon burst into laughter.
"You do care for this human, don't you? Any other you would have killed with no restraint. Do it, smite me, kill me, do it! He's dead anyway!" The demon laughed as Castiel slammed him harder to the wall he was against.
"What do you mean!? Tell me what you mean!" He growled in the demon's face, not seeing Dean's face but seeing the demon inside him.
"I fell, oops… I think it broke every single bone in his body… not something you recover from." Castiel's blood ran cold at the words and he heard the other Winchester let out a gut wrenching sob from across the room, confirming what the other had just said, "Oh Sammy, good thing you spoke up so I could give credit where it is due!"
"I didn't mean to!" Sam cried. Castiel refrained from turning to the other male in the room.
"Then he won't mind if I use this as an advantage." Castiel punched the demon as hard as he could across the jaw and just kept hitting him over and over, sometimes alternating hands, kicking him across the room, letting him stumble before landing another blow, beating him senseless for five minutes or so until he was on the ground bloody and moaning, " That is for everything you did to him, you sick…"
Before Castiel could finish the demon laughed then completely let Dean take control back. Dean doubled over into a ball on the floor and cried out in pain, groaning as he felt his broken bones and tortured skin, battered face and ruptured organs.
Casstiel knelt and held Dean's head and Dean's hand grabbed Castiel's sleeve, "Smite… him… please… please! The things… in his mind… please!"
Dean wanted it over, that was all he wanted. He hated begging, but if he had to he would. Right now, he was far past the need, "Cas, you have to…" Then the voice started up again, that horrid voice.
'Why would he do anything for you? Why do you think he would do a thing for you!? He won't do it. He won't grant you the mercy of death because he is selfish. You see what he did to me, what pain he has brought you. How many humans have you put through this, tortured, beaten, killed to get information from their demon or just to rid the world of evil, how many normal people with normal lives did you rip from their homes because they had a dark passenger. You know sometimes the humans don't even know they are possessed and others are dead without us, you're just sick. ' The voice echoed in Dean's head and he tried to fight the tears of pain and anguish that were threatening to fall down his blood stained face.
"It will kill you." Castiel stated. By this time Sam had gotten loose from his binding and was kneeling there too.
"I can't… kill me… I know where I'm going… get it out of me!" Dean begged then he winced and whimpered at the pain the effort of speaking had caused.
"No… I know what to do!" Sam grabbed his lighter and started to heat up his knife, " Cas, pin him to the ground, I know why I couldn't exorcise the demon before now. There is a symbol on Dean's arm, a circle, like when Meg possessed me." Once he knew the blade was hot enough he leaned over and rolled Dean's sleeve up.
Dean was plunged into oblivion as the demon tried to fight back, screaming and kicking, but the angel was much stronger and held him with ease as Sam burned a line across the mark on Dean's arm.
Dean screamed, not yelled or cried out, he screamed. Black smoke started to billow from his mouth and the cloud pooled on the roof before sparking with purple and disappearing.
Dean fell limp, a small sound of pain escaping his lips before he fell still, "Cas, you have to do something! He's dying!"
Okay sorry it took so long X) hope you liked chapter two!
I'm also editing chapter one so if you feel the need to go back and read it with the few extra spelling corrections feel free.