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_Chapter 16_

"Phenomenon"

Dean

Once I saw the explosion of light, I didn't think I would see Trinity again. I thought that was the end. I yelled, "Trinity!… No!" But then she stumbled out, bloody and shaking, barely able to stand. People were running and screaming everywhere, running from their own lofts, holding their kids and pets. We started yelling at people to get away and someone said everyone was out and people started driving away, some stayed and watched. But we knew not everyone was out. Sam, Cas, and I were by the Impala and as soon as I saw her I started running across the courtyard to her.

As the entirety of the apartment building began to shake and dust flew everywhere, I saw her head loll and she fell over the railing. My heart sunk, I wasn't going to get there in time. Even though it was only the second floor, the fall, along with the rubble on the ground, could easily kill her if the angel hadn't already.

I was so close, maybe ten feet away when she hit the hard earth.

"NO!" Sam and I screamed in unison. I barely heard his start running after me, everything was distorted and dizzying. Pain started coursing through my body, not just because of the aching I felt, thinking I just lost the woman I loved, but this had to be what Cas was talking about with the bond.

I reached her, turning her over, she was amazingly still breathing. I put my hand on the side of her face, whispering, "Trin, hey, hey, wake up," her eyes were lolling like her head.

I felt Sam's hands on my shoulders, pulling me away. I looked away from Trinity's bloodied face to see the whole building rumble and the upper floors start to implode, debris and dust falling. My hearing started to come back to hear Sam scream, "Dean! Dean! We have to go!" I picked Trinity up and she hung, motionless in my arms as we ran away from the collapsing building.

"Sam! Drive!" I yelled. Sam hopped in and started Baby's engine and I pulled Trinity in with me in the back. Cas appeared in the passenger seat and turned around, watching her closely with fear in his eyes.

I checked her pulse and her blood was pumping faster than I had ever seen. I held her face and her head just kept rolling around as her breathing was making her chest rise and fall like a hummingbird's.

I looked at Cas, pleading, "Cas, please! Do something! I don't… I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" tears rimming my eyes.

Cas stuttered and adding to the very few times this has happened to his face, he looked absolutely clueless. "Um… let me, let me hold her hand," he grasped her hand as her eyes rolled back. I swore I saw the sclera of her eyes turn black, but I convinced myself it was either my imagination or a side effect of Raziel.

Cas started muttering in Enochian and his eyes glowed electric blue and their bound hands shone white. Within mere seconds her pulse slowed and her fever dropped, her eyes closed and her cheek fell against my arm. She was resting.

"Cas… How…?"

He breathed heavily slouching back in his seat still holding her hand. "It's like a sedation. I don't know what happened, but whatever Raziel did, it consumed her with power. It was too much for her. I had to absorb some of it, and calm her down. I didn't know if it would work. Thankfully though…"

I looked down at her sweaty, bloody face. I murmured, "What happened in there?"

Trinity

I woke up in a dark room with books lining the walls, a devil's trap on the ceiling. It smelled of old books, dust, and faint alcohol. I looked outside the window behind the couch I was on and saw a bunch of old, beat up cars. There were candles here and there and a desk in the center of the room in front of a fireplace. The desk itself had stacks of papers and books, a couple candles, a bowl with weird contents, an almost empty bottle of booze, and table salt. The fire made it warm and somehow cozy. I looked around and on the wall there was a line of telephones, each with a different label on masking tape, there was the FBI, health department, and other various police and federal departments. At the end there was one with a different label, "Boys".

I knew where I was now, all of these details, all of these special things. We were at Bobby Singer's house.

As I sat up, my body ached, but I checked myself over and I was fine. I heard faint footsteps and talking coming from the kitchen. I turned my head to see four men coming my way.

Let's see, Dean, Sam, Cas… and…

"You must be the face to the voice on the phone," the older man with a beard, baseball cap, plaid shirt, and vest, gave me a welcoming smile.

I tried to return it, even though I was still kind of confused on what was going on, "Uh, yeah," I blinked a few times, "Trinity." Bobby and I had spoken on the phone quite a few times, but we'd never actually met, because whenever Sam and Dean would go to see him it was on a case I wasn't part of. But I knew his voice.

I tried to stand up, but almost fell back down. All at once they reached to help, but Dean caught my underarm, helping me up. I shyly chuckled, "Thanks Dean." He let go as I made sure I was sturdy and I pulled Bobby in for a hug. "It's good to finally see you."

It took a second for him to return the hug, I probably shocked him, but he clasped his big hands to my back. "You too, hun." I felt his chin moved to mouth to the boys behind me, She's so small. And I almost laughed out loud.

We parted and a sat back down. Even for a supernatural freak, I was worn out. "I mean, I'm glad to finally be here, but…" I looked at the other three, "what happened? Why are we here?"

Sam looked down at me, twisting his head a little sideways in confusion and question, "You… don't remember… anything?"

"The last thing I remember was Cas telling us about the bond, and then I woke up here."

They all looked around nervously. Even though he was trying to hide it, Dean had constant worry in his eyes… probably from whatever it was that I didn't remember. They looked at one another and Cas said, "I'll tell her. Give us a moment, guys?"

"Yeah, alright," were those tears in Dean's eyes. He turned and put an arm around Sam, patting him on the back as they walked out, bending his head down.

"Take it easy, there, okay?" Bobby looked at me. I nodded slowly, questions filling my eyes.

As soon as Cas was sure they were outside, literally, we watched them go outside through the window, Cas started telling me everything from when I started screaming all the way to falling out of my apartment building covered in blood.

I sat there, wide eyed for a while, silence lingering between us.

"Do you remember any of this now?"

"You could say that," as he was describing it all from his point of view, the scenes started to rush back to me. My conversation and fight with the archangel Raziel… everything.

"What happened in there, Trinity? Raziel was nowhere to be seen, you should have died in that Holy Emission, and you were bleeding from your eyes, mouth, nose, and ears. What did you do?"

My heart rate picked up and my eyes darted back and forth remember every detail. "I killed him."

"What? How?"

I told him everything that happened between me and the angel from the time they were banished outside from when I blacked out.

"You envisioned the angel blade and it just appeared?"

"Uh-huh…"

"And you pinned an archangel against the wall, not even sure of what you were doing to him."

"Yeah, but I think I was branding an angel banishing sigil on his chest… I remember seeing it in my head and then he started wincing in agony."

Cas's eyes grew and he sat back so our shoulders were touching side by side.

"Oh."

"I know."

"I don't know what to say to that."

"Nope. Cas?"

"Yes?"

"If I'm that powerful now what do you think will happen when the Surge comes?"

"I honestly have no idea, Trinity."

"Good. That's good. I don't blame you, Cas, it's just, this is freaking terrifying."

"I know it is. I just don't know what to do to help. I barely knew what to do last night."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night, after you fell, Dean brought you into the Impala as we drove away, and your eyes rolled back, and they turned." I swear my heart stopped when he said that. "But I don't think he saw them, or if he did, he thought of an excuse for it. But your heart was beating like a hummingbird's and your fever was incredibly high," he paused and then put his face in his hands, shaking his head, "I, I didn't know what to do, I know it wouldn't have killed you, but it certainly felt like you were dying," he looked back up at me and I thought I could see his eyes become glassy, "When I gripped your hand, a shock when through me, like I had touched a high voltage wire. You had so much power going through you. I had to absorb some of it to even get through to you to put the Enochian script temporarily on your ribs."

We sat in silence. In terror? Probably.

Then very quietly Cas said, "I was scared."

I turned my head towards him, brows furrowed, and grabbed his slightly shaking hand.

"I'm here now okay? I'm here now," I felt tears in the back of my throat, "Okay?" I pulled him in and we tightly hugged each other.

I just killed an archangel.

I'm scaring my best friend who happens to be an angel.

What's wrong with me…

Sam

"Bobby, you should've seen it," Dean leaned against the Impala, eyes glossy.

"I thought she was going to die. I still don't know how she did it, but I thought I'd lost her, just like I lose everyone."

It really did looked like it to be honest, but I had to help my brother through this. He was usually the rock, now it was my turn. "Dean, you know how strong she is."

"Yeah, but did you see her eyes?!"

"What? No."

"What about her eyes, Dean?" Bobby interjected.

"It was probably either my imagination or something son of a bitch did to her, but in the Impala, when her eyes rolled back, where it should be white, I swore it was solid black."

Bobby and I just stood, dumbfounded for a minute.

"Okay," I stuttered, Dean leaned back on Baby with his head hanging, worry in his eyes, "Listen to me," I put my hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure it was nothing, you're probably right, Dean, it was probably that feathery jerk, okay?"

"Yeah," I stood up and started walking off, a single tear falling down his cheek, "Probably."

He turned the corner to the garage and Bobby looked at me.

"I don't want to be the one to ask, but are you even sure of what you just said?"

"No. No I'm not."

"Then what?"

"I have no clue, Bobby. But right now, when she's all better, you'll see how happy they make each other. Bobby, she's become my little sister. I want to protect her as much as he does without this bond they have. But I'm pretty freaked out right now. So much was just dropped on us."

"I'm not blind, ya idjit. I already see how connected they are, prophetic bond or not. And I see it in your eyes that you're scared for both of them," he put a fatherly hand on my shoulder. "You boys just need to be careful, whatever this is, it's probably not good. I don't want to lose you too."

"I know, Bobby, I know."

Dean

A few hours after Trinity woke up, we all sat in the living room. I had wrapped a blanket around her, mainly to comfort her, because I knew the news that we were about to break was going to hurt.

"I trust Cas told you what happened right?" I looked between the angel and the small woman beside me.

"She furrowed her eyebrows and glanced at him them back to me, "Yeah."

"There's something else, something we wanted to tell you together."

"What? What is it?" worry filled her hazel eyes.

I swallowed hard, "When Raziel appeared he blew up most of you apartment and by the time we left, you entire building, it, it collapsed."

It was almost as if I could see something inside of her break. Her face went from one emotion to another, shock, disbelief, to rage, and finally her face fell and was consumed with grief.

She looked around, chin quivering, trying to compose herself, but I grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her close to me. She turned her small body and buried her face in my chest, letting, everything, it seemed that she had been holding in for ages out through tears.

As I wrapped my arms around her back and put my chin on her head, I looked at the others in the room, they all had sadness in their eyes looking at her, but when I locked eyes with Cas, he looked scared. It was something we rarely saw on him, I turned my head a little to look harder at him and his eyes met mine. But sorrow filled his expression and he looked down at the shaking girl in my arms.

It was gonna be a while until she was back on her feet. And I didn't mean physically.

…

A week passed and she decided that she was capable enough to go back and see the damage, she thought that maybe she could find some remnants of her apartment. I told her that there'd probably not be anything to salvage trying to save her from the pain, but she's just as stubborn as me and my brother and insisted upon going.

So in the early morning when the sun hadn't even started to come out, we all got some gear together and were sitting at Bobby's kitchen table about ready to go.

Cas

"Well, are we ready?" Dean held onto Trinity's shoulder and her hand came up to clasp onto it.

"I'll be back," I looked at the four of them.

"You're not going?" Sam asked me.

"I have some, business," I looked up to the sky, "to attend to."

"Be careful," Trinity grabbed my hand from across the table, looking into my eyes. Their real look was what I was used to, but ever since the whole Raziel thing, they've sent visions into my mind. Visions I hoped weren't true. I saw Trinity shaking and sobbing in the middle of a dirt road in the pouring rain and tail lights driving off in the distance away from her. Thunder and lightning would crack and in the light her wings would glow blood red behind her. I shook my head slightly, blinking, and she gave me a confused look. I smiled, trying to comfort her, "I will."

I looked at Sam and Dean "Take care of her."

Dean nodded at me, "You know I will."

"Always," Sam's eyebrows went up in the center giving him the puppy eyes he was so good at, and he twitched one side of his mouth up.

"Take care, Cas," Bobby patted my shoulder as I walked by. I nodded.

"I'll be back soon," I said right before I took off.

The last thing I saw was a relapse of the vision Trinity's eyes gave me. Father, I hope that was just a nightmare.

…

"Stay back, stay back…" angels whispered as I walked past them. "He's with the evil one…" "Did you see what happened to Raziel?" "Stay back!"

I walked down a hallway with columns lining the sides where angel mixed behind them, in and out, through doors and corridors. I made it to the front and turned around. Slowly looking over everyone. They all stopped what they were doing and watched me, waiting patiently for what I had to say.

My voiced boomed, "Who sent the archangel Raziel to me?!"

No one spoke.

"I will punish all of you if someone does not confess."

Then one angel, a young, redheaded woman, younger than Trinity stepped out into the center of the hallway.

"It was not me, Castiel, but I do know who it is. They are not present here. Not now."

"State your name."

"I am Amox, minor angel of precious gems, sir, but the angels you are looking for are Harahel and Bath Kol. They are the angels of-"

I held a hand up, "I know who they are." Harahel was the minor angel of knowledge and Bath Kol was the minor angel of the prophecy. She shut her mouth. "No one saw me, I was never here," I raised my voice so it echoed throughout the large room, "Am I… Understood?" No one objected, some nodded. They were terrified of Trinity. "Good."

I took flight and left them all silent.

By the time I got back to Bobby's, they still weren't back. So I went to find these minor angels.

Trinity

"It'll be okay," Dean leaned over and whispered in my ear, squeezing my hand.

I squeezed back and looked up into his eyes. I wanted to say, I know, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Because I knew it wouldn't be.

As the Impala slowed to a stop I looked out the windshield. I froze and Dean's grip tightened.

I pulled the leather jacket that Dean let me borrow that was about four times to big, closer to my body and got out of the Impala, the boys and Bobby right behind me.

I slowly walked towards what used to be my courtyard, tears threatening to fall. But I told myself to stay strong.

I felt Dean grab my hand to stop me from going farther, "You don't have to do this."

"I know. But I want to. Come with me?"

"Always."

We held hands as we climbed over the rubble of my old home, seeing random household things, dusty and broken, pans, furniture, picture frames, shoes, drapes, and more.

I let go of Dean's hand when I saw my old car. My own Baby. He was crushed beneath peices of the building and other rubble. I broke down and covered my mouth with my hand. Milo, the car that I used as a home for the longest time, my first car, the only truly solid thing in my life, was reduced to a pile of debris. I forced my eyes shut as tears escaped and Dean wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face into his chest and he squeezed me. After a while I parted from him and tried to scavenge. My eyes landed upon my old leather jacket, the one I always wore, the one that had the plaid patch where we had to sew up a rip from a fight with a vampire. I walked over to it, and picking it up and slowly sat down on a piece of stone wall. I clutched it close to my chest and stared out over the destruction.

Dean sat down beside me. "I, I'm so sorry, Trin."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I didn't change my line of vision.

"I wish, that this didn't happen, I wish I could change it," his hand came up to the back of my head and rubbed his ringers in small circles. "But like always, our lives suck most of the time, things have happened to me like this. Starting when I was four." I knew what he was talking about not long after we were becoming a family, the boys told me everything that I already didn't know, including how their mom died and how their dad became a hunter and raised them that way, how Dean carried his brother out of the burning house and how they've carried each other ever since. "But nothing changes for us, okay? Everything of ours, is yours, our gear, everything."

A smile attempted to form on my lips. "I know, I know Dean. But that's not what hurts," I closed my eyes looking down. Another tear dripped on my pants, making that spot cold in the November air. I looked up at the man I was in love with. "Our pictures," I gave a cover-up smile, and took a shaky breath, "All of them. They're all gone. From my past, but most importantly, ours. All the memories I wanted to capture, all of the moments, they're just… gone."

Dean gently pulled me up, "Come with me."

He brought me back down to the Impala with Sam and Bobby there. He opened the passenger side door and reached into the glove box and pulled something out. When he closed the door, he was holding my leather bound photo album.

My hands went up to my mouth, covering it. The one thing that I thought I'd lost in the disaster that mattered to me most was right here the whole time. "Dean…"

"I grabbed it sometime last week, wanting to look through it when I knew we'd have a long drive," he was looking down on it with a sweet smile. Then up at me, I had forgotten that I took it, until you said something," he handed it to me and a few more tears, but this time of happiness, fell.

I took a few moments to look at it flip through the pages of memories. I looked back at Dean and attacked him with a hug. Nuzzling my face into his neck, his arms tight around my back, lifting me up off of the ground some, I whispered a grateful, "Thank you," softly.

I felt one lone tear fall from his cheek to the back of my neck.