Rating: T
Summary: Castiel and Melissa are discovered.
Livin' On a Prayer
"I thought you would have learned your lesson, Castiel."
Castiel and I both jumped, breaking apart.
Five men were standing in my living room. One I recognized.
"Zachariah." Castiel said. I had met Zachariah before and he seemed nice enough. I could tell from the look on Castiel's face that I was wrong.
He smiled pleasantly and walked toward us. Castiel gripped me tighter.
"I can see that usual methods don't work with you."
"You son of a bitch, you did that to him?" I yelled. He glared at me.
"You should respect me, Melissa. You don't understand the power I have." He said.
"You don't scare me, Zachariah," I said. "From what I've gathered you and your cronies are doing everything but God's will."
"You dare to question God?" He asked.
"No, I would never do such a thing. But you, I'll question you 'til I'm blue in the face." Zachariah looked at Castiel.
"I would hope if you were going to commit this kind of disobedience you would at least find a woman that can keep her mouth shut," He said. Castiel scowled. "I hope you understand what must be done now." He was circling us, like a predator preparing to strike.
"What do you mean?" Castiel asked.
"They don't call something forbidden if it's allowed to happen," He snapped. "She," He pointed at me. "Will be going to Hell. In the same dark corner Dean was in."
"Over my dead body!" Castiel growled.
"See, that can be arranged very easily," He said, his smile never leaving his face. "You see first we take out the human soul that resides in your vessel and put him alongside her. And then we take as much time as we want making you cease to be. There will be no Heaven or Hell, you will simply be gone," He paused in front of us. "Yes, I think that suitable justice."
Suddenly I was being ripped away from Castiel by four strong arms. Two of the other angels dragged me back, and two others grabbed Castiel. Zachariah came toward me, a knife in his hand with strange markings on it.
"This will send you straight to Hell, dear. But unlike Dean Winchester, there will be no one to go and retrieve you." He brushed the hair off of my neck with the blade.
"Get away from her!" Castiel bellowed. He was putting up a hell of a fight, pardon the pun, to try and get to me. Zachariah chuckled and walked away from me, over to him. I picked up my efforts to get away.
"I don' think you realize just how easy it is to get rid of you, Castiel," One second, Zachariah's hand was empty. The next, a long silver sword rested in his grip. Castiel's eyes grew and he fought to get away from him. I realized what it was then. The sword that could kill angels.
"Get away from him!" I yelled. Zachariah smiled and pressed the blade to his throat. Castiel closed his eyes.
"Too easy," Zachariah whispered. "But no, I won't make this so quick for you," He sauntered back over to me. "You can watch her die, first."
He grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked my head back, baring my neck.
"Wait, you can't kill her she's chosen!" Castiel shouted. Zachariah turned and smiled at him.
"I don't care." He said coldly. He pressed the knife to my throat again.
"NO! LET HER GO! Take me, TAKE ME!" Castiel screamed.
I felt the knife start to cut my neck when there was a brilliant flash of light that made me gasp.
I opened my eyes and four more men were in my small apartment.
The man who stood at the front was tall, muscular, olive-skinned, and very handsome. His wavy jet black hair fell to his shoulders, his dark brown eyes seemed to pierce through everyone he looked at.
The man who stood to his immediate left was equally as handsome. His mop of blonde hair was kinky curly, his pale eyes kind and warm, a small smile on his tanned face.
The man next to him had pale skin and mousy brown hair. His intense eyes were iron in color. He was frightening to look at, but beautiful at the same time. Like a predator.
And the last man was slight but lean, his hair was a dark auburn, his green eyes bright and curious. He stood at the back, looking at me shyly.
I looked across the room at Castiel, who had never looked so scared.
The man with the black hair stepped forward, anger apparent on his face, but his voice was calm.
"Step away from him." He commanded. I looked at Castiel again, but he was already looking at me.
"Michael." He breathed. My head snapped back to the dark haired man. Michael, the Michael. The guy from all those old paintings, was in my living room.
"Release them both, now." His hard words seemed to snap them out of their daze. They let Castiel and me go. I ran over to him. He hugged me to his chest, his eyes never leaving the Archangel.
"What have you done here, Zachariah?" Michael asked.
"Michael," Zachariah began. "These are sinners. Castiel has been with this woman for some time now. We found him when he went into his true form." Michael looked at us, his face unreadable.
"She can see us in our celestial forms?" He asked. Castiel nodded. Michael turned to Zachariah.
"You were not only going to murder our brother but someone who is chosen as well?" He asked. He stepped toward us. The other angels, save the three that arrived with Michael, backed away from him on the other side of the room.
"Forgive us, Castiel," He said. Castiel looked confused. "You did not deserve any of the punishment given to you previously. Your, 'disobedience' as these fools put it, was false. You have done the right thing when none of these mindless blasphemers could. And we thank you for it."
He turned on the other angels, teeth bared in a snarl, but still graceful. It was very strange to me.
"I should smite the rest of you where you stand!" He barked.
"Michael, please." The blonde man said, his voice gentle but strong. Michael turned.
"Gabriel they-"
"We know what they did, Michael, and I for one am on your side." The hard looking man said, his eyes ablaze with anger, voice deep and rumbling.
"Raphael, there is no need for that," The shy man said, his voice soft. "Michael, mercy exists for a reason."
"Azrael, you're the angel of death and you speak of mercy!" Raphael scoffed. "Wrath exists as well."
"And you are all for another Sodom and Gomorrah, aren't you?" Gabriel snickered.
"Enough." Michael said.
"You won't kill us, Michael," Zachariah said confidently. "That would make you as terrible as we are."
Michael rushed him, causing him to fly back into the wall.
"You must remember, brother, that your sword kills angels," He growled. There was a flash of white light and a sword appeared in Michael's hand, and it was on fire. "Mine can kill anything."
For the first time since I had met him, Zachariah looked scared.
"Michael," Gabriel took the sword in his own hand. "Please, don't do this in front of Melissa. She doesn't need to see this."
They were speaking as if I wasn't there.
Michael backed away from them, anger slowly leaving his face.
"I will deal with all of you later." He said darkly. There was a sharp snap of his fingers and the attackers were gone.
"That was anticlimactic." Raphael grumbled.
Michael ignored him and looked back at us. It was only then I noticed that Castiel was trembling.
"I am not going to harm you, Castiel, none of us are. That I swear to you." He said.
"We did not come here to speak of your disobedience," Azrael stated. "We came to help you."
"Why?" Castiel asked, attempting to keep his voice even.
"What we have, it's forbidden, isn't it?" I asked. Michael smiled knowingly at me.
"The day that it becomes forbidden to love is the day I die." He said.
"God would never punish someone for loving," Gabriel said. "Not when he loves so much himself."
"And how do you know that?" Castiel challenged. The Archangels looked at each other.
"Because we are the only four angels to ever talk to our father. Face to face." Raphael said. Castiel swallowed.
"Why would the other angels say that it was forbidden, then?" I asked, ignoring the importance of their statement.
"Rules they have invented to their own benefit, nothing more." Azrael explained.
"So, we're allowed to be together?" I said quietly. Michael looked at his comrades.
"I know nothing of such a relationship. Do any of you?" He said. The others shook their heads, Azrael and Gabriel smiling. Raphael continued his sullen demeanor. Michael smiled at us.
"Take care of her, Castiel. She's quite special." He stepped back, winking broadly at me before he disappeared with the others.
I looked up at my angel, who looked just as shocked as I was.
"We're free."
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