i apologize for making you wait so long for a story. You can punish me if you want... beat me with sticks. Small sticks. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Sorry if it seems short. I've been a little busy, but I shouldn't give any excuses. You guys deserve this! Thank you for the great reviews and I hope this section is acceptable!
"Like Cass?" Sam repeated. "Yeah, 'cause God knows we need two Castiels." Came my attempt to lighten the mood.
"God hasn't cared about what humans think for a while now." The trademarked Always Serious answer announced the angel's arrival. I would've retaliated with some explanation of figures of speech but this situation was way too grim.
"Do you know what's wrong with Ruth?" Sam asked.
"Not for sure, but I do have an idea."
"And?" I swear if Cass didn't get to the point soon I was gonna have to kick some angel-
"Michael." The short, to-the-point answer interrupted my mental threat. "Most likely Ruth said yes to Michael so the angels wouldn't kill her."
The cheap motel bed moaned as Sam began to pace around the small room. "How do we kill it?"
That's my Sammy. Straight to the point. "I agree." I added. "Who cares if he's an angel. I don't need to know the whole back story, I just need to know how to gank the sucker."
Castiel cleared his throat. "There will be no- uh- ganking until he's out of Ruth. Even then it would be almost impossible. He is an archangel."
Neither of us wanted to state the obvious, but I needed to know for sure. "Is there a way to get it out of Ruth?"
"He's rooted himself inside of her. It would take a very powerful force to make him release her and separate." Castle informed in all seriousness.
"That sounded vaguely dirty." I chuckled. My joke was met with silence and deadly stares of disapproval. Okay, note to self: trying to get a room full of ominous people to laugh wasn't working.
"Okay, but is it possible?" Sam questioned.
"Only one being has ever known how to exorcise an angel. His name is Alastair."
Just my luck. The one time I really need a demon we've already killed him! Sam voiced my thoughts. "Seriously? You've got to be kidding!"
"I'm not trying to be comical." Castiel corrected. "But there is a chance that Alastair instructed his right hand demon about the exorcism before his death. Her name is Meg."
I smiled. I'd love to get my hands on Meg. This might be a blessing in disguise. "Great." Sam said. "Let's get her. Where is she?"
"I've located her fairly close to here." Castiel told us. "We can go right now." He reached up to do his sci-fi transportation mojo on us and we were whisked away with a flutter of wings and the lung crushing feeling of moving inhumanly fast.
We landed heavily on the asphalt in a small town on the side of a mountain. I instantly scanned for paranormal activity before realizing that seeing my breath was simply a sign of the cold mountain air. The honking of cars flaked in white snowflakes waiting impatiently for us to move off the street finally broke my concentration as we hurried towards the sidewalk.
"Where do we start?" Sam inquired.
"We can start on Peach Street, third house on the left." I commented. Sam and Cass both looked at me. The surprise on Cass' face was the most emotion I'd ever seen him show. "What makes you say that?" Sam speculated.
I pointed to the house, which was visible from the main street in this minuscule town.
"Because she's standing outside staring at us."
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I should have known she was there. Being an angel of the Lord, I should have smelled a demon from a mile away. But my powers have not been working properly since I rebelled against heaven, as if a more powerful angel in the garrison had ordered for it to not work correctly as a punishment for my actions.
Ever since I met Dean and Sam I had learned how to feel for humans. Seeing them care so much for the girl, I realize how important some people care for each other. If Ruth is important to Sam and Dean, she's important to me.
I would never admit it to Dean, but even if we find Meg, there is a good chance that she does not know the exorcism she is rumored to know. And even if she does know, how will we get Michael to sit calmly to get exorcised? There are just many maybes that I doubt this will be a successful rescue mission. I have learned a lot about Dean and even a small amount about Sam, too. One thing I know about both I them is that neither will ever be the same if Michael uses Ruth for the apocalypse.
There is yet another if: Ruth might be okay if we let the apocalypse happen and Michael wins. Only then would we get Ruth back. But to have the apocalypse, Sam would have to say yes to Lucifer. We would gain Ruth but lose Sam. I doubt Dean or Ruth would be okay with that decision... I hate to even think about this, but we might not ever get Ruth back.
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Cass had this vacant look in his eyes. Hopefully he was thinking of a plan, 'cause I have no idea what to do. We don't have anyway to kill her if we want to. Well, we do have Cass. He can do the honors because even if Meg doesn't know anything about the angel exorcism, she's not gonna live to see tomorrow.
"We got a plan? She's still staring at us." Sam pointed out.
"We lost the element of surprise," I admitted. "But it's not over yet. We got Cass' mojo, that'll help." Sam nodded in agreement while Cass just listened to our conversation. "Yes." he spoke. "What other choice do we have?" With that I began the nervous walk across the small town towards a patiently waiting Meg, my only comfort in the angel and my brother flanking me on either side.
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Meg grinned evilly as the distance between us shortened. "Hello, boys!" She welcomed as we approached the perfectly manicured lawn. "What're ya doin' in these parts?" She imitated in her fake cowgirl voice.
"We've got a couple questions for you, and I suggest you answer them." I advised. Meg smirked. "What gives Dean-o? I thought we had something between us!"
"Look," I growled. "Let's take this inside." I nodded at the apparently empty house behind her and the neighbors listening intently to our heated conversation.
Without another word Meg turned towards the house and stepped over the body in the open doorway to enter. I followed behind Sam, who stared momentarily at the woman in the front door before walking in. Cass was already inside and was currently having a silent stare down with Meg, who, surprisingly, hadn't attempted to kill anyone yet. I motioned at Cass, who seemed to understand and pinned Meg against the wall.
"Someone gonna tell me what's going on here?" Meg yelled. "We heard you and Alastair were Facebook friends." I suggested. "Did he tell you a certain exorcism, I don't know... for exorcising angels?"
Meg laughed. "Why should I tell you? You're gonna kill me anyway!"
I smiled. "You shouldn't be worried about whether you die, buy how painlessly you die."
I watched her smile fade as Sam nudged Cass, who was momentarily dazed by the gentle physical contact. He twisted his wrist slightly and Meg roared in pain.
"I'm not going to tell you anything!" She cackled crazily. "I'll die with pride, thank you." Her laugh turned into a scream as Cass took it a step further. The screams echoed in the empty house. Her voice cracking and raspy, Meg finally gave in. "Okay, okay! I-I'll tell you. But your angel friend might want to leave." She giggled.
"I will stay close enough to keep my hold on her." He muttered before disappearing. Sam turned to Meg. "So?"
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The blinding light erupted from Meg's eyes and mouth and dimmed as Castiel removed his hand from her head. "We are done." He said. "Did you get what you wanted?" Sam nodded. "We've got what we need." Cass nodded and put his hand up, the feeling of lung crushing weightlessness before materializing in the parking lot across the street from my beloved Impala and the motel.
I turned to thank Cass but he had already disappeared. Sam was right behind me, holding the crumpled Post-It with the rare exorcism. He followed me across the street to the car, staring intensely at the paper, probably thinking about Ruth like I was. I propped open the trunk and took inventory of our supplies of angel repellant tools. I was thinking about our lack of holy oil when I heard the scream from behind me. Not a scared scream, but a pained one. One that I recognized and had sworn I would keep from ever recurring.
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