Sam was searching the hallways of the school for someone worth questioning. Castiel had come along with him.
"I remember when you first discovered the bible we left for you." Cas started, "You began praying to us almost immediately. It was beautiful."
"Cas that's sweet and all but you can't talk like that anymore," Sam confessed, "You're no longer an angel."
Cas sighed, "Right."
Sam could remember church when he was a kid. The neighbors would take him. Reluctantly Dad would let him go. Sam had always felt bad for Dean. Dean didn't have a choice. Father was harsher to Dean than anyone else. There was probably no real reason why. He wanted Dean to stay with him was what Sam guessed. It never worked out in the end. Everytime Sam would think of dad a whole bunch of guilt would pour inside his head. He tried not thinking about it. That's when he noticed he was in the same hallway as he was 10 minutes ago.
"Did I just circle around the whole school?" Sam asked dumbfounded.
Cas nodded almost smiling, "I think you did."
Sam ran his hands through his long hair thinking that maybe he should get a hair cut. He glanced at Cas' hair which was a deep brown, cut perfectly. He felt envy trickle up his spine.
Cas blinked when he noticed Sam gazing at him, "Sam?" he asked calmly.
Sam jumped back into reality, "Oh right." He exited the hall followed by the x-angel. He saw Dean up ahead. The brothers waved to each other. Sam has no idea why but he was getting flashbacks of old cases. Ones where they would wave to each other like regular happy brothers, no need to worry about Lucifer or Metatron. Sam could remember before Cas even had the whole Crowley ordeal. It was peaceful. Someone may have lost a soul, their legs, or their dignity but at least everyone stayed strong. Sam didn't want to think of these memories though. It just hurt worse knowing it was better.
As Dean approached he glanced at Cas then back at Sam, "Anything?"
Sam shook his head, "Cas and I ended up circling around the whole school. Not a."
Dean smiled, "I found the jackpot."
Cas grinned, "Great!"
Dean and Sam both glanced at him in a small shock that he would get excited like this. Dean returned the gesture, "Ya! This piano player told me an strawberry blonde female angel killed the man and that no one else would believe him." he mimicked the man.
Sam chuckled, "Ugh just like the good old days."
Dean sighed a look of despression and sorrow arousing in his face, "Ya...those days."
Cas had always wished he had grown up a winchester brother. He would never have to be ashamed of them. He would only have two to look out for. He would be loved. He would be able to sympathize with them. All he could be now was just another friend. Even if they did care about him more than others he was never truly going to be their brother.
All he could do was to tell them to wait in the impala for a strawberry blonde angel to poke around again. Castiel wasn't even sure she would show up. He was counting on faith.
Now Dean and Sam had fallen asleep in the front seats of the impala. The warm car was filled with Dean's scent and Sam's shampoo scent. A loud noise outside made Castiel alert. A woman mid 20s was walking slowly. She had a black tux suit on (woman's cut). Her face shone when she tilted her head to look bothways. She was heading towards the church. It was one of his sisters. He knew it.
He wacked Dean's shoulder hard waking him abruptly. Dean was whimpering about what was going on. Cas mildly whispered, "Wake up Sam and follow me. No questions."
Cas quitely opened the car door and walked from a desirable distance behind the ginger angel. Something about her wasn't right. She didn't seem fallen to him. She seemed almost as of she was still a full angel. Dean was already out of the car lining up behind Cas with a look of concern bordering his eyebrows. Sam was struggling to get out of the car. He hobbled up beside them and the three quitely made their way into the church the same way the angel was going.
"Who is she?" Dean asked unable to control his curiosity.
Cas shushed him but answered, "I don't believe she is a fallen angel which means Metatron would keep her for a special purpose."
Dean didn't want to ask any more questions obviously. He was lost for words and so was Sam. Sam always had been though. He was like a confused child now. Cas suddenly noticed it was nearly pitch dark in there. There were small candles lighting the halls but barely enough to make out Dean's face. It was around midnight. Then he had a strange flash back to the time the ganked Pestilence. Those were the good days. He shook it off feeling a strange human vibe coming off of himself.
"How much long do we have to follow her?" Sam asked.
Before Cas could answer Dean cut in with his opinion, "I have a hunch. I just hope I'm wrong."
Cas sighed, "I think you're right."
"Damn my gambling skills." Dean joked in a low tone.
Cas wanted to smile, he wanted to laugh. He just didn't want to be here. A strange feeling ran over him where he felt like he could dart for the door at any minute. It wa either a chill or a trickle on his back. Something was bad touching him here.
Finally they reached the heart of the church.
Dean could hear the bells and organs once again at last and his heart dropped. It dropped the farthest it could possibly go. The angel would be here to kill David and once they saved him another soul would need to be burdoned with the truth of the real world and its demons.
He watched as Cas pushed ahead of them, "She won't attack immediately if she sees me first."
Dean didn't argue. He couldn't. He was sick of arguing. He eventually annoyed himself. Sam definitely wasn't arguing. It was as if the man was sleep walking. He stared hazily at the church around him with his mouth open an inch. The woman finally stopped and slid around to face them. She was about 10 feet away. She grinned widely when she saw Cas,
"Oh Metatron said this would be an interesting trip." her voice was sly and soft.
Dean flinched at the name 'Metatron'. He wanted to kill that bastard if it killed him himself. Before he could give the woman a wise crack he noticed the object Cas was staring at. A small necklace was laced around the angels neck. It was tied tightly onto a glowing bottle filled with glowing blue fog like stuff. Dean gasped when he realized what it might be.
Cas' glare could have been one of the most heart breaking emotions Dean had seen in his life. Cas was staring at his grace and he looked like a man who's life was flashing before his eyes.
"I'm Ariel by the way, just because you didn't ask." she smirked tapping one foot impatiently.
Dean huffed, "Oh The little angel of the lord under the sea huh?"
Ariel frowned and glanced at Sam, "Why aren't you speaking giant?"
"There is nothing to be said." Sam spat back in a harsh whisper.
Ariel retracted laughing, "Okay tiger."
"Why are you killing these people?" Dean asked calmly growing closer. He knew it was a bad plan but if he could get close enough he could snatch Cas' grace. Ariel looked as if she could read his thoughts and she began backing up,
"I killed that sinner because I needed blood okay? I made a few fallen angels disappear."
Dean raised an eyebrow with deep suspicion, "This is all about an angel trap?"
"Yes." she retorted like he was the idiot.
Sam walked up to Deans ear and in a really monotone whisper he asked, "Why is Cas doing that?"
Dean slowly twisted around to see Cas waving two hands up in the air, "Cas? Buddy? what are you doing?" he asked nervously.
Ariel started bursting into laughter, "You guys really are adorable."
Dean glared at her, "What did you do to him?"
Ariel smiled, "I am the keeper of his grace. He's my puppet if I want him to be."
"Let him go." Sam demanded stepping up wincing.
Ariel grew a sly smile no one could forget, "Sammy you're seriously worried about this? Look it's harmless." She waved a hand.
Cas' hands dropped and he fell to the floor limp like an actual puppet. Dean flinched. Then Cas starting getting up rubbing his head, "Ariel? What the hell is going on?"
Ariel clamped her fingers shut and Castiel's mouth shut automatically. "Shut up." she ordered with a smirk.
He glared at her and she stuck her tongue out.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked in his serious voice.
"Metatron told me to lure you in here for some reason." She answered dully picking at her nails.
Dean's eyes widened, "WHY?!"
Cas began to cough up blood and Sam and Dean rushed to his side. Cas looked up at them helpless. Deam stood up , anger flaring in his eyes. He almost ran up to the angel, "STOP IT!"
She looked down at Cas and chuckled in shock. She waved a hand in which Cas was normal again. "Sorry sometimes I let my grip on your grace go and you just slip away. Don't worry, it won't happen often."
"Fuck you!" Cas splutered spitting out the left over blood. Sam was helping him on his shoulder.
Ariel yawned and the organs stopped playing. She grinned, "Sorry boys that my que."
Dean growled when he realized what she meant. He stomped his foot when he could no longer see her, "SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
Sam glanced around not seeing the piano guy anywhere on the second floor or the first floor. "Dean we better go." he suggested.
Dean shook his head, "We need to find something." Anything...he thought.
Sam growled in frustration trying to hold Cas upright. "Listen Dean, just trust me. I have a bad feeling about this. Cas needs help. We can get it to him. Let's just go. We can do this later!"
Dean flinched at Sam's abrupt tone so he nodded. Like he had thought earlier.
he was sick and tired of arguing