Chapter 9:
Name Camael pronounced: {Caw-may-el}
Name Lailah pronounced: {Lie-la}
"He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life." ~ Muhammad Ali
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Sam:
Castiel pulls out his angel sword and Sam takes another step back. Castiel holds it out to Sam and he eyes it suspiciously. "I need you to take this and stab me in the back exactly where I tell you to."
"Stab you?" Sam is hesitant but he eventually takes the sword from Castiel's grasp.
"Yes." Castiel turns around and drops the trench coat to the ground. "I need to be close to death remember?"
Sam huffs, watching as Castiel strips of his suit jacket and undershirt. "Yeah but you also said you had a plan of how to make it so you didn't die."
"No." Castiel looks behind himself. "I said it would bring my chances of survival higher. I could still die."
Sam swallows nervously, knowing he has to do this for Camael. "Okay, where and how deep?"
Castiel reaches behind himself and points directly between his shoulder blades. "Not all the way, only half way up the sword." Sam swallows again and lines the sword up. "Do not pull it out after; it'll make the dying process slower."
"How can I make it so you don't die at all?" Sam asks before continuing.
He hears the fallen angel sigh. "I could touch your soul before I die." He looks in Sam's eyes briefly. "You'll need to pull the sword out first or else I'll heal with it in me. That means I could die in seconds. Sam, we need to be exact with this if you want me to live."
Sam thinks about it and then nods. "Okay, you ready?" Sam sees Castiel bite down hard and nod. He slowly pushes the sword into Castiel, blood rolling down his back when the tip breaks the skin. He can see Castiel trying his best not to arch his back away, to flinch away from the pain. Castiel groans deeply and his eyes are starting to droop. Light is also flickering around the sword as it plunges in deeper. "Almost there Cas." He stops when the sword is half way into Castiel's back and Castiel crumples to the ground with a pain filled moan. "Cas!" Sam kneels beside him.
"Get… the feather Sam." Castiel pants out.
Sam looks to his back and waits, waiting for the wings to appear. His eyes get considerably larger as he sees a pair of wings manifesting itself in front of Sam. "Cas!" Sam looks up to see Dean running over and skidding down to the ground to cup Castiel's face. "Sam what the hell did you do?"
Sam ignores him, briefly noticing Bobby came with Dean, and focuses on the wings that are appearing out of thin air. "What the hell?" He hears Bobby say.
"Sammy?" Dean trails off as he too watches the wings.
They are huge and the feathers that are on them are a dark black that shimmer dark blue in the light. Overall they are gorgeous. Shaking himself out of his gaze, Sam quickly plucks a feather that causes Castiel to cry out in pain. He then crawls his way up to the angel lying on the ground. "Here, hold this." He hands the feather to Dean and the man seems fascinated. Sam then grabs a hold of Castiel's hand and quickly places it on his chest. "Okay Cas, touch it."
He sees Castiel look up to him with dull eyes but determination. Sam pulls the sword out and gives a quirk nod. He then feels the most intense pain he has ever felt. Sam cries out in agony as he feels the hand intrude his body.
As soon as it started it ends. He slumps forward, feeling a dull pain radiate throughout his whole body, and looks to Castiel who sits up in Dean's embrace. His wings are now gone, hidden from the human eye. Dean pulls his lover into his arms and holds him close, glaring at Sam. Sam sighs in exhaustion.
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Dean:
Dean deposits Castiel carefully on the bed and lies down next to him, both of them looking at the dark feather. "That was real stupid of you."
"I got through it okay," Castiel says.
Dean shoots him a glare. "And what would I have done if you hadn't?"
Castiel shrugs. "It was for our daughter Dean."
Dean sighs and twirls the feather in his fingers. "So… I finally got to see your wings." He changes the subject and Castiel smiles tiredly.
"Yes, you did." Castiel snuggles into his side, resting his head into his shoulder.
"They were beautiful." Dean admits, feeling the heat rush to his face. "I definitely didn't expect them to be black with a hint of dark blue."
"Did you expect them to be white?" Castiel chuckles and Dean nods. "I've told you before Dean, your people have gotten many things wrong about angels."
Dean kisses the top of his head. "Yeah I know." He then strokes his fingers through the dark hair that his atop Castiel's vessel's head. "I prefer them this way than white anyways."
Castiel sits up then. "We should probably go do the summoning, get things ready. This time Dean, let's kill him."
Dean sits up too and kisses his angel on the lips. "Let's." They get up and make their way to Bobby's library where, to their surprise, Sam and Bobby are already packing up duffel bags with things they will need.
"We are going to go to that same warehouse that you two summoned Lailah at before," Sam announces, putting the last of the items in the duffel.
"I'll hang on to the feather," Dean says and clutches the thing close to his chest.
Soon, all three of them are climbing into one of Bobby's vans and driving off to the warehouse. When they get there they quickly set up. "Do you think he'll tell us where he is keeping her?" Bobby asks as he places the second to last of the ingredients in the bowl.
Dean carefully places the feather on top of all the items in the bowl. "He better," He growls out and steps back as Bobby says the incantation. When the match hits the mixture, a bright blue light emanates from it, almost the color of grace. Soon, Lailah is once again in front of them in a ring of holy oil. "Looks like we've got you again."
Lailah looks surprised. "How did you…" He trails off, eyeing the bowl with the ingredients. A smirk forms on his lips. "I see, I'm surprised you're alive Castiel."
Castiel narrows his eyes. "Where is Camael?"
Lailah sighs. "Now why would I tell you that?"
"Because if you don't, we'll kill you," announces Dean.
"I tell you and you kill me anyways," Lailah concludes. "If you kill me before I tell you, then you'll never know where she is." Dean hears Castiel growl beside him. "Don't even try reading my mind brother, I'm not letting you."
Castiel takes a step to the fire and Dean resists the urge to pull him back. "Where. Is. She?"
"Nowhere you will ever find her," he says.
Castiel slips the angel sword from his sleeve. "Tell me."
"I'm not scared of you Castiel." He smirks again. "Besides, I'm working for someone. It's not all me and this someone I'm working for, is a lot stronger than you."
Castiel makes the fire go down with a wave of his hand. "Cas what are-" Dean tries but gets cut off with what the angel does next.
Castiel grabs a hold of him by the collar. "Go ahead kill me, see if it helps."
Castiel then places the palm of his hand on Lailah's forehead and stares into his eyes, Lailah looks utterly confused. The next thing Dean knows is Castiel is plunging the angel sword into Lailah's chest and a bright light is shining through the eyes and mouth of the vessel. Castiel allows the limp body to fall to the ground, burned impressions of wings fanned out of either side of the body. Castiel turns to face the group. "I know where she is."
"How did you…" Dean trails off, stepping up to Castiel and noticing how he is breathing heavily.
"I used a big portion of the grace I have left to read his mind." He looks down at the body. "It has drained me considerably."
Dean places a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "You going to be okay?"
Castiel nods. "I also know what they want with her but I couldn't hold it to find out his boss."
"It's okay Cas," Dean reassures. "You did well."
"What do they want from Camael?" They all turn to look at Sam.
"It's quite simple actually." They turn to face the fallen angel once more. "They want to make her evil so she'll destroy the world."