_Author's Note_

I just want to thank all of you so much. I mean I've gotten as many views on my story in the past four days than I got I the first fourish months! So the only that could make me happier would be to get some more reviews/comments and please, I know so many of you are creative, fanart? ;D

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it was really emotionally hard for me to write, but it's also the longest chapter ever, 8,839 words and 27 pages. Woo hoo! So, have fun and I hope I don't cause you too many feels (she says with complete and utter sarcasm).

Enjoy!

_Chapter 21_

"Evil Angel"

Trinity

After the long drive back to Sioux Falls, South Dakota from Arlington, Indiana, we all piled in Bobby's and fell on some sort of furniture. Bobby started to help dress my wounds and inspect what was broken. He found out I had two broken ribs along with my sprained ankle. He patched up my head and other little things after he wrapped my torso and ankle, all the while asking Sam and Dean what happened.

Cas had appeared not long after we got there and kept taking a one-footed-step forward to ask Bobby if I was okay, each worded differently. Bobby would reassure him and he'd put the foot back next to the other.

Bobby had started to make sure the boys were okay when a knock at the door echoed through the house. We all sat for a minute puzzled, but Bobby walked over and opened the door.

"Bobby!" A gruff voice sounded and Bobby slammed the door shut.

Walking away, "Not now Rufus! I'm busy."

The muffled voice spoke again through the door, "But Bobby! I need help!" a pause, "It's not a body, I promise…"

Bobby stopped and turned back to open the door back up.

"At least not yet," Rufus admitted and Bobby went to close him off again when his hand came up to stop it. "Please, Bobby. I know you can help."

"Fine," he opened it all the way and Rufus walked in and saw the four of us. I had met Rufus a while back when he came to the door asking Bobby to help him hide yet another body. He seems to do that a lot.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had company."

"I always have company ya idjit."

"What happened to you guys?"

"Shifter…" Sam, Dean, and I all said in unison. Rufus made a displeasing face and nodded.

"Alright, Rufus, what is it?"

"There's a new vamp nest up north-"

"May we continue this conversation in the other room?" Bobby interrupted him with a frustrated tone.

…

"But Rufus, they just got back from a hunt! Look at them! They're in no shape to go barging in on some vampire nest!" Bobby yelled at his friend in the other room.

"Do you think he thinks we can't hear him?" Sam asked, looking at the wall splitting us and the argument.

"Probably doesn't care," Dean replied.

"Cas, I'm fine, I promise," I pushed his hand away gently. He had sat down beside me and every ten seconds would look over and find a new scrape or bruise, and reach to investigate. I had a hard time sometimes, believing that this gentle, caring being was actually one of the most powerful things in the universe and could smite someone at any given time.

"Hey, Trinity! I forgot to give this to you, but," Sam got up from his seated position and walked over to Bobby's bookshelf. He picked up a small package wrapped in newspaper and handed it to me. "I guess you could call it a really really late Christmas or birthday gift, but I thought since Dean has the amulet I gave him, or as he calls it, the Samulet," he chuckled, "and we all have the bracelets you made us," he twisted the weaved yarn around his wrist. I smiled at the idea that all three kept it on all of the time. I looked over at Cas and he raised his arm, his trench coat sleeve falling back to reveal the similar one I made him. "So I found this in one of those weird roadside stores we stop by sometimes." I started unwrapping it and he continues, "It caught my eye and I asked about it. He said it had protective and healing powers," he finished with a grin.

I opened the small box and pulled out a long, silver chain with an Eye of Horus pendant attached. It twirled on the chain and shimmered in the light, It was simple yet beautiful. I gathered it up and clasped it behind my neck. The cold of the metal giving me goosebumps.

I gave Sam a big smile and pulled him in for a hug, "Thank you, Sam. It's gorgeous!" We parted and I lifted the Eye up, "You know this isn't coming off anytime soon, right?" I giggled as I held it in between my fingers waving it slightly at him.

He chuckled again and said, "Good, cause obviously you need the help," he grinned gesturing to my injuries.

I shook my head with a smile and turned my head to Dean to show off my new bedazzlement and saw Dean's wrist adorned with the bracelet I made him as well, making me smile brighter. But then I looked up and his look caught me by surprise. It was as if the words, I'm fine, triggered something in him a little bit earlier. He looked like he just couldn't believe me, but his eyes were also trained behind my back and his expression was almost terror.

I felt my face become confused and he just stared.

Dean

They were back. The shadows. But this time, the longer I looked, the more real they became, flickering and misting, color coming and going. They were reddish and soft looking. My eyes flicked to the two dark shapes forming behind Cas. I had to hold back my gasp or else they'd all think I was going insane, maybe I was. But solidifying angel wing shadows started shaping themselves behind my best friend as well. They were so black that in certain angles, green, blue, and purple iridescence would shimmer. But they both stayed as thin as fog.

I looked up at Trinity's face and blinked, trying to shake the definite shock plastered on mine.

"Dean?" she asked softly.

Sam turned and saw my expression as well.

"Hey man, what's up?"

Cas looked behind Trinity as well and then to her face. She turned to him with a concerned look and it was like they had a silent conversation. She looked back to me, worry still stuck on her features.

"Nothing," I blinked, but the wing shapes wouldn't go away, "Nothing."

"You sure, babe?" Trin asked me.

"Yeah," I looked away at the wall where Bobby and Rufus were still shouting behind it. "I'm fine."

Trinity

There's that word again… Fine… I know I said it a lot, but I think the Winchesters win the award for saying it the most.

As Bobby and Rufus's footsteps neared the threshold, Dean just kept quickly glancing behind me and Cas, trying to go unnoticed.

I spoke to Cas in my mind, It can't be happening already, can it? I'm not ready! I don't know what do or say…

He replied, It might be, you just said you thought he could feel them the other night, didn't you?

Yeah, but-

Well, maybe that's why he's been acting strange.

But do you really think he could be starting to actually see them? I started rambling, Cause that means you too, and that would be like, proof, that he's not lost it and then that would make him realize I'm not human-

You are human, Trinity.

I sighed in my head, Yeah, internally scoffing, Sure. But Cas, Cas, I, I-

I know, but it might just be happening.

Sonavabitch…

Agreed.

"How do you guys feel?" Rufus asked us as a group, crossing his arms.

"I mean, give me a few hours of sleep and some pain meds, and I should be good," I stated, even though it would take less than that if I helped myself in the healing process.

"I'm okay, some sleep would be nice, but I suppose I'm good," Sam shrugged.

"Dean?" Rufus asked.

Silence. I looked over at him and he was still giving the space behind my back a sideways glance, his chest rising and falling noticeably. We all just kind of looked at him for a minute.

"Dean?!" he asked again, trying to get his attention.

"What?" he turned to the two older men and blinked a bunch of times.

"Dude, seriously, what's wrong?" Sam questioned, worried as well.

He just looked back at his brother and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. He turned to Rufus, "I'm perfectly fine. What's the case?" He was trying his very best not to look at me. At all. I felt the ends of my eyebrows fall.

"A huge vamp nest about two hundred miles north of here. I need recruits. It's a big one."

"So, all of us?"

"It'd be nice."

"You guys don't have to do this," Bobby unfolded his arms almost pleadingly.

"We can handle it, Bobby," Dean had become statuesque.

…

"Well, it's settled, we leave in the morning," Rufus let his hands fall to his sides.

"Better get some sleep then," Bobby sighed, defeated. He clearly didn't want us to go, his fatherly instinct was showing.

We all stood and Bobby led Rufus to a spare bedroom, Sam went to the kitchen, followed by Cas, and Dean walked towards the hallway to his room. I hobbled over behind him.

Catching his wrist in the dark hallway, "Dean," he turned, looked at my hand holding his wrist, looked at my face with sad eyes, "Talk to me," I urged him. But then he glanced behind me, those sad eyes turning scared.

His expression pained, "I, I can't, not, not right, now…" he gripped my hand with his before letting go and closing his door.

I stood in the shadowy hallway and looked over my shoulder to see my freaky, red wings. I let my head partially droop and I closed my eyes as if this small layer of skin could hide me from all of my troubles.

Cas

Dean was starting to see Trinity's wings. It was obvious.

I knocked on his door after I found Trinity in the hallway, still and several tears escaping. I held her face and told her to rest and she didn't say anything, just went upstairs without a word.

"What?"

I couldn't decipher the tone, anger, frustration, confusion, worry?

"Dean? May I come in?"

There wasn't a response, but footsteps. Then the door handle moved and the it opened to reveal a tired looking Dean. Dark circles under his bright eyes that were sad yet almost crazed. He had obviously been running his hands through his hair and the dark circles were plainly from worrying. He was probably thinking he was going insane.

"So… May I come in?"

He opened the door wider and I walked in his messy room. Which was strange, Dean always kept his rooms tidy. Something bad was definitely going on inside his head. He closed it again and sat on the bed, putting his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

"De-"

"Does Trinity have wings?" he looked up at me.

I cursed in my head.

"Of course not, why-"

"Because right now, I'm seeing you with big black wings coming from your back."

"But-"

"If you need proof, they're black as night and in certain angles shine with blue, green, and purple."

I looked behind me over my shoulder and could see my own wings, exactly how he was describing them.

I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off again.

"Am I going insane, because I see the same thing happening behind Trinity but they're bigger, red, with spots of black, and some weird morphing into bat wings near her skin," he paused. "Because, I think I'm going crazy," he raised his eyebrows and held out his hands, shrugging.

"I don't know why you're seeing mine, but no, Trinity does not have wings. I don't know how to explain that part," I hated lying to him.

"So," he rubbed his face, that still showed doubt, as he stood up, "These are your feathers?" he stepped closer to me. I nodded as he walked behind me.

He slowly reached out to touch them, "They're not really clear, but I see them, that's for sure."

I turned to face him. Just before he could touch. We just looked at each other for a minute, not really sure what to say.

I knew I wasn't a good liar, so I kept my mouth shut and Dean just looked flabbergasted.

"Trinity thinks she did something wrong. Go talk to her," I plainly stated.

"But, Cas, I can't look at her without my heartbeat racing."

"Yes you can," I put a hand on his shoulder, "She needs you right now. And you need her. Don't even think of saying otherwise."

"I couldn't if I wanted to, which I don't. But Cas, what's happening?"

You're starting to see your girlfriend for what she truly is.

His eyes were in so much pain and anguish from confusion and constant worry.

"I don't know. Just go for now, we'll figure it out later."

Trinity

Dean knocked on my door and I went to open it, wiping away the stray tears that refused to stay hidden.

When I opened it, he saw my wet eyes and it looked like his whole body slouched with regret. He stepped toward me and pulled me in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Trin."

He squeezed me tight and a few more rebellious tears fell onto his soft, grey and blue flannel. But just like the other night at the motel, his hands felt like they hit my wings as they held my back.

They froze where they were and I felt the muscles in his face move as his eyes grew and he clenched his jaw. I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my body.

I knew my fate. One way or another I was going to end up alone.

And I was terrified.

"Dean?"

It took him a few movements of his face to respond, "Y-yeah?"

"I love you. You know that right?" I smiled unintentionally, remembering him saying the almost exact thing to me when Cas had come back with the prophecy.

I felt his hands move away from my back slightly shaking, but find themselves back behind my head and neck, as if holding me here, the world was just us, as if he could ignore the things he was seeing. I wish he could.

"Of course. I'm so sorry. I'm just not feeling… myself. I don't know what's going on…"

You're finally seeing the freak you should have never fallen in love with.

"I'm sure it'll be okay," I sniffled, sorrow and fear crawling into my core and scratching to be let in. "I can't lose you," that was the truth, "Not ever. You understand me?" I closed my eyes in disgust for what I was.

"I need you, you know that."

No you don't.

Self-loathing fell into the pit of my stomach like an atomic bomb. All of a sudden a thought popped into my head, Would he be better off with me dying now, than to feel betrayed and leave him like that? I couldn't do that to him…

Tonight would be my last night with Dean Winchester.

I prayed to Cas a simple message.

I can't keep fighting.

Not anymore.

_Author's Song Note_

This might give you feels and I have no regrets…

"One Last Time" by Jaymes Young

Dean

I held Trinity as we walked over to her bed. Something had just changed in her. Instantaneously her shoulders had become weak, her eyes sad, her breathing slow and deep, the smile that I loved and was used to being on her face, was gone like it had never even existed.

I did what Cas said and put my insanities aside. He was right, for some new reason, she really needed me right now. I wish I knew why.

I put my hands on the side of her face and she closed her eyes, the whole motion desolate. Something inside me fell. It was my fault she was feeling like this. I gently pulled her face toward mine and planted a soft kiss on her tremoring lips.

I savored the moment, but she held onto it, like it was the last thing she would ever do.

I pressed our foreheads together and we stayed silent, just feeling the company of each other's bodies being near one another. The only sound was our breathing and her quiet crying. I easily swayed us in a compassionate, fluid motion.

This docile gesture seemed to tear her in two. I saw a sweet smile once again on her face, but she fell against my chest and buried herself in anything she could, trying to escape the world, escape her feelings.

Escape herself.

Trinity

I desperately wished Dean would stop making this so difficult. He was trying so hard to ignore what he could see on my back, but he had totally switched gears and was now consoling me. He never put himself first, he always took care of anyone who could be taken care of at all before he even thought about himself. I really couldn't disappoint him. Better to die leaving loved ones loving than leave them hateful and full of regret and sorrow.

I didn't deserve this human.

Dean

I grasped her shaking hand and softly pulled her to the bed. The black, grey, and red flannel was soft to the touch and rumpled from her tossing and turning in the night.

I still slept in the same bed as her, even when I had my own room a few doors down. The nightmares I had, I don't think compared to whatever went on in her mind, and that obviously said something. I'd hold her and soothe her until something would crack and the tears would stop and she would fall against me, her sweaty skin fevered.

Right now it was like she was having one while awake. She couldn't meet my eyes and tears had made a pathway on her cheeks, her hands were shaking, her body giving a shiver every now and again. Her skin became warm and sweaty, except her hands.

As I sat down on the side of her bed, she kept standing, eyes closed, as I held her freezing fingers. I smiled at the familiar thought of these small, icy hands. I brought them both up, folded within mine, and held them to my lips.

I delicately pulled her to me and we gently laid down on our sides, facing each other. She finally opened her eyes.

Trinity

What was the use of hiding now?

But then I thought about how I needed to keep it hidden, just a little longer, to save him from the pain of knowing he fell in love with someone who didn't exist.

I opened my eyes after trying to calm down. They were the only eyes he knew, the only eyes he'd ever know, the eyes I wish were true.

Dean

I watched her hazel irises, glassy and melancholy. I brought my hand not holding hers up to push the stray, black curls away from her wet face. Without thinking, I glanced up behind her and saw two huge wings, filling the room. The image was still hazy and I couldn't make out a definite shape, they were still hardly recognizable as wings.

She saw me look behind her, with I'm sure some sort of disturbed expression, and let her eyelids hide her big eyes once again. I reached my hand around her and pulled her small frame close to me. Her head fit beneath my chin against my chest and her salty tears dripped onto my shirt and skin.

I rubbed her back for hours, trying to let her fall asleep, avoiding her shoulder blades. Once I felt her muscles relax and the constant weeping stop, I took a crazy chance.

Slowly, I pushed my hand up her spine. I hesitated before reaching her scapula, my breathing quickened. After a pause I continued and I let my thumb graze over what was attached to her back.

Where shoulder blades should be, it was like they had popped out of her skin and elongated into a joint. The rest of my hand came up and caressed the silky bone and travelled up to where I felt leathery webbing begin. My hand flinched away and I squeezed my eyes close and tried to push it out of my mind.

No, Trinity does not have wings. I kept repeating Cas' words inside my head over and over. I held my hand against the back of her head, feeling what I knew was real, the crazy curls that gave her more personality than she already had. I gripped them tight and mumbled quietly, "No, she doesn't have wings, nope, no she doesn't have wings," over and over.

…

"Where is she?!" I raised my voice at the others. When I woke up in the morning, the woman that I had been embracing all night was gone. I searched the entire house franticly. No one else knew where she was.

I was about to start asking for the billionth time when Rufus made himself heard.

"Um, fellas, has anyone seen the little piece of paper I had written down the coordinates of the nest on? I had it right here," he pointed to the center of Bobby's cluttered work desk.

I closed my eyes and my head leaned back, as I exhaled. I felt my lip twitch in frustrated anger and worry. I turned and bolted out the door.

Why didn't I check there?!

I ran out to where I had parked Baby when we got back. She was nowhere to be seen.

I threw my head back and breathlessly let out, "Son of a bitch…"

Anger started flowing through me. Why would she go there alone?! And then terror set in, it wouldn't take her long to get there.

"Damit!" I sprinted back inside and started collecting a few things as I told them I was going after her.

"You're not going alone, Dean!" Sam yelled at me.

"I'm going after her, that's what I'm doing!"

"Well I'm coming with you!" he started grabbing a few things too and when we both stood, "She's my sister."

He'd never actually stated that as a fact before. He would say, basically-sister or something. The side of my mouth twitched up for not even half a second before fear threatened to drown me.

"You two stay here, we need backup in case crap flies," I pointed to Bobby and Rufus as my brother and I headed to the door, "Hopefully we get there before she goes in, and we'll regroup later." Rufus wrote the location down for us and we were out the door.

We ran to one of Bobby's cars and I ignited the engine. As we spun out of the dirt driveway someone in the backseat spoke up.

"I'm coming too."

"Thanks Cas," I looked at his blue eyes in the rearview mirror. They were filled with immense and unsettling concern and anxiety.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked back to the road. Cas was terrified for her too… what did that mean?

Trinity

I sat in the driver's seat of our beloved Baby, my forearms resting on the steering wheel and my head pressed against them as I sobbed to myself. I was on a hill, parked as the sun was setting.

I had left in the morning before Dean was awake and took the paper Rufus had jotted the coordinates of the vampire nest down. I could take this easily, but planned to use all of my power, hoping it would burn me up for good.

After a long while, I sat up and looked down the hill at the spot where I'd die. Most people write notes when they commit suicide. But I was going to leave Baby and two jobs they don't have to worry about. The vamps and the abomination I was bound to become if I kept breathing.

"Thanks, Baby. Keep them safe for me okay?" I rubbed her leather interior softly. I closed my eyes, remembering the memories. I opened them back up and out of the corner of my vision I saw the old photo album. My jaw clenched and I picked it up.

My hand drifted over the leather cover and a tear dropped on it, falling off onto the seat. I opened to a random page and saw the picture taken of Dean and me at the Christmas party. I slipped it out through blurred eyesight and lightly touched the image with my fingertips.

The breeze blew and knocked it out of my hand. I reached down to pick it up and it had landed face down. I froze as I saw Dean's handwriting scribbled on the back.

My hand shook, Did I have the strength to read it?

I picked it up and read the writing:

December 25th

Christmas Party with my Trin

His Trin.

That lonely possessive pronoun was what broke me. The picture trembled in my hand and I sat it down quickly with the rest of the album. I got out and closed the door, leaning against Baby for a moment.

I wiped my tears and took a few deep breaths before standing up straight and facing the barn down the hill. I closed my eyes again and patted Baby's hood and letting my hand sit for a second longer than I wanted.

I opened my eyes and looked straight forward and walked off down the hill as the air chilled with night and the wind picked up. Thunder rumbled not far away and lightening flashed over the woods behind the barn.

Dean

As we were got closer and closer to the location Rufus had written down, the sky turned dark with night and storm. The sky would flash with electricity and the ground would shake from thunder.

Images of the other night flashed through my head

Too much was too similar.

Trinity

I kept walking through the rain that had began pouring abruptly and as I got within ten feet of the barn doors, I flew my hands out, arms extended, in a motion one would use to open swinging doors. The big wooden objects flew open and before they disappeared, hundreds of bright eyes looked at me surprised.

I slowly stepped in the building and looked around. Where there had just been hundreds of vampires, none were to be seen.

"There's no use in hiding," my voice boomed. "Trust me."

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the famous Trinity Scarborough. Or do you go by Monster, maybe Abomination, possibly Lucifer's toy, how about Unholy One, Evil One, or my personal favorite… Coward?"

"Enough!" I covered my hurt with anger, like usual.

"What, you don't appreciate the names the rest of us monsters have come up for you? Why not? You are just sticking with the Winchesters to save your own hide! You know they'd kill you if they knew!"

My gaze became fierce and my breath became deep. "I've come to save you. They're on their way. If you can gather you inhabitants here, I'll let you all know the safe haven."

"Why should we believe you?" the mysterious voice echoed through the rotten wooden walls.

"I've left the Winchesters. They found out about me. They mean nothing to me," the words tasted like acid on my tongue.

Out of the shadows a teenager, who couldn't be more than maybe eighteen, walked out. He wore a red hoodie and jeans. His frizzy, black hair blew in the wind and his dark brown eyes stood out from his pale skin as he looked me up and down.

"Come on out. If she wanted to kill us, she would've already," he raised his voice while still watching me.

Sure.

"I'm not a vampire by the way, I'm a witch, I control them," he gave me a sneer.

One by one, hundreds of vampires, all ages and sizes, genders and races appeared out of their hiding. There were more than I expected. But I kept my focus on this boy who seemed to be their leader.

He stepped forward as circled me, "Why don't you give us the pleasure of your wings. We've heard so much about them," he taunted.

"I don't know if you want to see them," I said with a malicious, suave smile.

"Aw, c'mon, what could it hurt," he shrugged as he centered himself again.

You, actually.

"Fine," I opened my wings to their full wingspan, a size they hadn't stretched to in a long time, taking up the whole length of the center of the room that had to be about forty feet long. The vampires stepped back in surprise and terror. My feathers and webbing flexed and I flapped them once just for intimidation, never moving my line of sight.

His jaw was dropped and he didn't say anything for a moment.

He swallowed hard and, "Um…"

He was about to speak again as I felt my power fill me, but I heard a rumble of an old car's engine. I closed my eyes.

Shit.

Everyone froze and the sound cut off. As a car door slammed shut, "Trinity!" Dean's voice screamed outside through the rain and thunder.

I looked back at the male witch and he was glaring at me, "You brought them here!" He looked around at his army, "What are you waiting for! Get her!"

I heard both Sam and Dean yell my name before the roar of the whole vampire nest circled around me, teeth bared and rage in their eyes. My power surged through my veins and the glowing galaxy of an aura surrounded me.

Cas

As I got out of the Impala with the boys, we raced to the old barn through the pouring rain and flashing lightning. As we neared, the doors were blowing open and shut. From the wind, or whatever was going on inside, I wasn't sure. Most likely both.

Through the waving doors flashes of color lit up the inside of the ramshackle building. In the strobe lights, we could see flashes of scenes, a mass of sharp-toothed creatures surrounding a winged one. The light was being emitted by the shape in the center, her wings extended to full length, flapping with power. That was probably the cause of most of the wind, for an angel's wing gust is more powerful than many wind speeds. Her curly hair and clothes billowing around her.

As the battle scenes flashed at us, we stepped in, causing none of the vampires to look our way. They were focused on Trinity. It didn't look like the boys recognized her through the dark, but I knew her wings and her capabilities.

She sensed us and flipped her head halfway around. Seeing us, fear crept into her Changed eyes and she swung her hand behind her. We were tossed back outside as the doors slammed shut and locked.

"No! Trinity!" Dean screeched and tried to run back, but Sam grabbed him and held him back.

"There's nothing we can do, Dean! Not yet!" Sam shouted over the storm and commotion from inside.

"But whatever is in there-… Trinity's in there too, Sam!"

Little did they know the thing in there, was Trinity.

Trinity

No, they can't be here.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

No.

I incinerated a vampire here, boiled one's blood there, used my dagger to cut some heads off. The bodies kept dropping, but more kept coming.

As soon as I made eye contact with Cas, I knew it had to happen soon. Dean wouldn't stand not doing anything thinking I was in here with vampires and a monster.

I heard Dean yell my name again.

Out of the corner of my eye, through the multicolored galactic aura, I saw the boy witch slip out of the mass in terror and I threw my hand up to stop him, but he disappeared behind a wall and then a vampire jumped on my back.

I felt her teeth sink into my neck and I elbowed her and head butted her off.

My name echoed again.

Tears streamed down my face.

Good bye my boys.

I prayed to Cas.

I prayed to Cas for the last time.

Dean

Through the slits in between the wooden boards, we saw the winged creature fighting off the vampire horde. I kept screaming her name. Tears blurred my vision. This couldn't be how I lose her.

All of a sudden, Cas gripped his head in pain. We looked to him in shock, but he flipped his face back up and stared at the glowing barn.

"No…"

"What is it, Cas?! What!?"

He just looked over at me with tears filling his eyes too. This was the first time I had seen Cas cry. Something broke inside of me.

As a thousand thoughts flew through my mind, the ground began to shudder and rumble louder than the thunder. We all looked to the old building as it shook. The doors burst open and started blowing in and out again. We raised our arms to cover the dust and wind as we watched. Light expanded from a figure with enormous wings, its arms extended to the sides, head thrown back screaming. Colorful light sparked and the remaining vampires dropped one by one in various ways of death.

As the last creature fell to the floor without life, the light stopped and the winged beast dropped from the air and landed hard on the dusty ground. The doors stopped moving and the only sound was the thunderstorm roaring around us.

We all sat in shock, letting the rain pour over us, lighting flash letting us catch a glimpse of the broken looking figure lying on the ground, wings still extended, but resting behind. It was too dark to see far this far, but I would've said it to be dead.

"No… no… no…" Cas kept repeating as if he knew the creature. We all slowly got up and a booming thunder echoed through the forest around us. As more lightening flashed I saw the being struggle to stand and then start to run off.

Cas let out a sigh of relief, but I ran toward the barn opening, pulling out my rock salt gun.

This was no angel.

Trinity

I had to get out of here, they couldn't see me, my Winchesters couldn't see me. I tried to get up and fell back to the ground with an aching thud.

Why didn't I die!? Why couldn't it have ended?!

I pulled myself up and tried to run off before they could come in.

"Hey!" Dean's voiced blared behind me along with the sound of a gun being cocked.

"Dean! No!" Cas shouted with a scuffle obviously trying to stop him.

A loud clap resonated through the barn as a million needles pierced my back just below my wings. Pain seared through me as an incredible burning sensation flowed through my nerves. I screamed in anguish as I felt my skin sizzle and blood start to fall.

I fell against a column and leaned against it in agony.

Another loud sound, but this time a single shot flew through my thigh. I let out a scream again and peeked over my shoulder to see Sam holding a handgun aimed at me.

"Sam! Don't!" Cas' voice had yelled as the gun went off.

I clutched the column, unable to move from pain, and shook, tears flowing down my face.

This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Not at all…

Sam

Cas stepped in front of me and Dean before we could shoot again. But whatever we hit, obviously wasn't going anywhere. It was clearly being hurt by things that hurt both humans and demons.

"Cas! Get out of my way!" he paused and tried to move around the angel. "My Trin is in here somewhere! And that thing is going to pay if she's hurt!"

"Dean! Listen to me!" he put a hand on my brother's chest. But Dean shoved him off and stormed over to the creature. Its immense red wings looked sore and tired, occasional black parts in the feathers. But these were no normal angel wings, there was reddish, translucent webbing in between long, shiny, black barbs, that all morphed into the fluffy, frayed feathers. White bone protruded from its back as a joint to the hybrid wings.

I had never seen wings before. I stood in awe as the dust cleared.

Dean made his way over to the beast quickly. "Where is she you son of a bitch!?"

As I watch the creature as the room cleared and I could make it out better. I saw familiar, crazy, curled, messy, black hair.

"Dean…" I warned, my eyes growing large.

"I said-" but he cut himself off as he poised the barrel of his gun against her spine and saw her left hand, grasping the wooden column.

He froze and nothing moved except the wings and my brother's and my chests. He stared at the Marks on her hand that matched his, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"No. No. Not you.," he mumbled as tears filled his eyes, twitching his head to the side in grief, his eyebrows falling.

She slowly turned around, hobbled from my shot, body shaking from pain, skin sizzling from the salt shot. As she gripped the pole and almost fell turning, her hair blew out of her face from the storm's wind and the face I had adopted as my sister looked up at my brother tears rushing from her miserable eyes.

"Dean-" she tried.

"No!" Dean stepped away holding his gun out as a barrier between them. I stood, immovable, my vision blurring as well from the salty water, my lungs having a hard time working.

"NO! Not you too!" he clenched his jaw.

"Trin-" I gulped, "Trinity?"

Her agonized face slowly turned to me, her head falling back slightly at the sight of me.

"Dean-" Cas attempted as Trinity and I just watched each other. I couldn't look away. I don't think she wanted to.

"No, Cas! No! That's not Trinity!" he took two steps slower to her and jabbed the tip of the gun on her sternum, then with a pain voice, "That's- that's not my Trin-..." two tears fell as he stepped away, turning his back to her.

"Dean, please," she sobbed. But she twisted around and caught her by the neck, lifting her feet off the ground. She gasped and held his hands, their Marks blending in together. But she let him hold her there, such a strong and powerful being, reduced to looking so helpless and small. But in my mind, I thought she purposefully let him release his anger, even with all her power, she just couldn't hurt Dean, she didn't want to hurt Dean. She looked like she had given up on everything. Everything except my brother.

"Dean! Stop!" Cas and I both exclaimed.

"It's, it's not her, Sammy. It's, it's another shifter… it's… it's not her…"

"Dean," she croaked in a whisper as her shaking hand came up to meet his wrist. As their wet eyes stared at one another, she slid her arm softly up his and traced up his neck to rest her palm on his cheek, her fingers pushing back his wet hair. Something fell inside him and he set her down, his hand not leaving her throat. "It's me, Dean. I'm here," she grabbed his hand around her neck with her other one, gently. She grasped it in plea, "It's me, Dean." She pushed that hand to her heart. Her tears falling onto their hands. He looked down, tears escaping, chest heaving, at their matching hands over her beating heart. Her voice shook, "It's, always, been me, Dean," she gazed into his broken eyes. "I'm still human," she took a quick look at Cas, like she didn't believe it but, he did.

He looked back up to her and shook his head, mumbling, No, over and over, backing up a little. He closed his eyes in emotional pain.

"Dean, let me-"

He blew up, "I trusted you! I… I loved you! You are not human!" tears dripped down his cheeks, but his eyes were betrayed and angry, but sorrowful.

She didn't say anything, just watched my brother.

"Dean, listen to her, please," Cas spoke up, eyes glassy as well.

Dean turned his head to the side to look at the angel beside me.

"You knew…" Cas said nothing, "You knew the whole time," his feeling welled, "You lied to us!" he stormed over to Cas. "Why?! Why Cas?!"

He just looked at his best friend with his blue eyes and Dean yelled again, "WHY!?"

"Dean, I couldn't-" Dean cut him off with a right hook to the jaw, making Cas fall to the ground. My brother clenched his fist, the knuckles cracked.

I was still mostly watching Trinity who hadn't moved. Her vast wings dragging on the ground, head resting against the wooden beam behind her. She saw me and looked into my eyes, my chin quivered.

But when Dean punched Cas, she flicked her head up and tried to move, but fell to the ground in pain. There was more than just our shots hurting her.

"Dean!" she called. "Dean, stop," she cried, "It was all my fault, don't blame him!" the tears kept coming.

He looked around at all of the bodies and remains, "Wait, this scene… the murder all those years ago…" he looked up at her with disbelief. "No… that was you…" he raised his voice, "Wasn't it!? You killed all of those people!"

She didn't say anything, instead just looked at him with the most apologetic gaze I'd ever witnessed, tears carver a path down her face, chin trembling. He closed his eyes tight.

He turned to her with wet cheeks, "How could you do this…?" he stalked over to her.

She looked up at him, "I wanted to tell you Dean," she tried to stand, but fell back against the beam. "I truly did, please, Dean, just please listen-"

But then something happened that shocked me to the core. Something I never thought I would have witnessed.

Dean's fist flew across her face and she crumpled to the floor holding her cheek. She pulled her hand away bloody. When she looked up at my brother with big, pained eyes, her mouth hanging open, tears running through the blood sprouting on her cheekbone. The Eye of Horus that I gave to her dangling down from her neck, spotted with blood.

He looked down at her in surprise, like he didn't mean to. He had regret.

But then her monumental wings shifted and his gaze hardened again. She took a few steps away, gave her one more glance, several more tears falling. He walked past me, as I stood speechless and full of despair.

"C'mon Sam…"

"But Dean,"

"I said, come on," he glared at me.

"Don't leave so soon, my friends!" a young boy's voice sounded.

We drew our weapons and Trinity stayed where she was, not able to move from shock and grief. Cas had pulled himself against the barn wall.

A flash of lightning revealed a young boy in a red hoodie and jeans. His malicious eyes seeing Trinity down, filling with triumphant joy.

"You see, I'd hate to see you go before seeing me kill her," he gestured to the broken girl I called my sister.

"You won't do anything to her," I stepped forward and his hand flew out and I was thrusted up against the wall.

"Sam!" Dean stepped to me but the boy interjected.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, Ken," he walked over to Trinity and lifted her bloody face. "Oh," with fake sympathy, "Did something not go someone's way? Too bad your suicide attempt didn't go the way you planned."

At that Dean's face became even more grief stricken.

Trinity snarled as blood and tears still fell. He continued, "First I'm gonna kill Ken's little sidekick over there, then they can watch you die, then I'll finish them off."

"Let them go," Cas appeared next to the witch.

"Sure," he ran over to the back wall and Cas chased him, but he put his hand on an angel banishing sigil.

Cas was engulfed in a bright light and disappeared.

Trinity screamed, "Cas!"

He stalked back over to her broken, bloody form with swagger.

"Ah, that's better. Now where were we? Ah, murder, yes."

He went to walk past her, "You won't be that hard to kill, will you big boy?" he said to me. But as he got a few steps past the angered Trinity he froze with pain and terror on his face. "What… what is happening…?!" he stuttered.

I looked behind him to see Trinity staring straight at him, mumbling something… persuasive. He glanced over to her, "Compulsion, nice try, but that won't ki-" she cut him off by holding her shaking arm up and slowing making a fist. The boy trembled and she closed her eyes. When they opened again, they were no longer hazel. Both Dean and I gasped. They were black like a demon's, but the irises were glowing blue like an angel's, and the pupil was like a moving galaxy. She squeezed her fist one last time and the male witch fell to the earth, lifeless. Smoking blood poured from his gaping mouth and eyes. I fell down to the floor and Dean ran over, I pushed him away and stared at Trinity having a hard time breathing.

She fell back down in exhaustion and pain.

"Trinity?" I asked.

She pried her head up and looked at us, "I'm sorry," was all she said.

"Have you ever used that on us?" Dean asked with a heartbreaking tone.

"Never," she shook her head, her eyes fighting to stay open, blood dripping from her nose and some from her eyes.

We stayed right like that for a moment

She cut through the silence with a throbbing plea, "Please don't leave me."

Dean replied before I could, but with bitterness, "I should've left you at that bar."

I looked at him in shock. He meant we never should have brought her home after the kobold attack all those years ago. "Dean," I cautioned.

Trinity couldn't breathe, she stared at my brother with utter hurt and desolation in her eyes that were fluttering and leaking. "Dean… don't, don't say that to me, don't you say that to me…"

She tried to stand but fell back down with a loud, painful thud.

My brother took one more look and turned to leave.

She screamed, pleading, "Dean, please… Dean, I need you."

My brother froze in the doorway, rain pelting him, thunder rolling, and lightning looked over his shoulder, not meeting her eyes. He tried to act strong, but only I could see the emotion filling his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I don't, need you," he shook his head.

Her chin dropped some more and it looked like something inside her physically shattered. She was about to say something more, but her chest began to emit a glowing red-orange light filled with sparks. Right above her sternum and heart a ragged cut began to drive through her skin and she screeched in torment. Eyes forcing shut, her wings extended to full wingspan again and stretched as if they were even in pain. The Marks on both her hands and my brother's began to glow the same light. He looked down at his and then over to her. She fell down to the earth, still as death.

I ran over to her, pulling out of Dean's grip. I crouched down on my knees and picked her up to hold her face in my hands. "Trinity!" I waited, "Trinity!" After a moment her eyes flew open and stared at me with the strange combination of features making me gasp. She blinked and her eyes were hazel once again. But her body arched backward in my arms and her own arms flew out to the sides to match her wings. Her eyes, Marks, and chest all shone the brightly colored emission. It was becoming brighter and hotter.

She put one of her hands on the side of my face with as much effort and pain as she could. She was looking into my eyes underneath the light. "GO!" was all she got out in a wretched and suffering howl.

"Sam!" Dean ran over to me and pried me away from her. She fell to the floor and shrieked again as her body arched again and the light radiated bright. Her wings waved and beat the hot air. We helped each other through the intense wind and heat and rain. I stopped, forcing Dean to too and turned. I didn't want to leave her like this. I looked at Dean watching her. Neither did he.

But we turned and we did.

Trinity

I watched helplessly as my boys walked out into the rain away from me. Everything was distorted and covered in a hazy red-orange light. Shocks of electricity pumped through my veins and a pain like no other cracked inside my ribs.

I felt my body and wings hit the ground hard and all of the commotion I was causing to stop. I breathed deeply and my eyes fluttered open and closed. I heard two car doors slam shut.

"Dean! Sam!" I croaked through a sore and breathless voice.

I lifted myself with all of my energy, my adrenaline blocking the pain. I dragged myself outside into the pouring rain as Baby's light flared up and engine kicked on. I tried to run toward them but the rain made my steps and wings heavy, my adrenaline wearing off enormous pain started seeping through my bones and muscles and… everything.

I called their names one more time as loud as I could over the storm and the engine. But her wheels spun and she pulled away as I fell into the mud.

"Please," I cried as I stretched my hand out as if I could grab them from here, "Don't leave me," I heaved.

But the tail lights grew fainter as Baby and my boys got farther and farther away.

Soon I was crumpled in the cold mud, the rain soaking me to the bone, my wings heavy at my sides. My salty tears sizzled on my cheeks hissing at me. The rain sting the salt shot on my back and my whole being ached.

But nothing hurt more than the connection that was just severed between me and Dean.

Cas

_Author's Song Note_

"Fallen Angel" by Three Days Grace

I reappeared after being banished in the woods near the barn. I walked through the rain and spotted a shattered form kneeling, broken in the mud and pouring rain. As I neared it lightning flashed and the sight that I had seen months ago when I looked into Trinity's eyes was before me.

Her red wings dripping blood and rain, she herself covered in blood and grime. Defeated and broken was all I could think. The Winchesters and the Impala were nowhere in sight.

I stepped to her cautiously. Her body was shaking, from pain, from exhaustion, from terror, from emotional anguish, most likely all at once.

I crouched down and she didn't even notice me, her hands carelessly resting in front of her, fingers dangling in the mud. I put a hand on her shoulder, "Trinity?"

Her head flinched up and stared into my eyes. I looked into hers and put my hand on the side of her face. It must have been a power of hers, but the images of what just happened bombarded my mind. I looked at her through blurry vision, sorrow filling my bones for her. I quickly pulled her into an embrace and clutched my hands against her head and back. Even her wings looked defeated.

"I'm here, I've got you," I whispered as she shivered and sobbed against my chest. The rain showered on us with a vengeance as we sat in the mud. I wrapped my wings around her consolingly. I looked off in the direction of tire tracks. Vexation filled me. I looked down at the small girl in my arms, there was a long open gash on her chest where it looked like someone had cut it open to take her heart out.

My eyes widened.

The connection was spliced.

The prophecy of the Righteous Evil was broken.

Trinity shook violently in my arms and blood dripped from her eyes. Her veins glowed with the galactic aura, brighter than ever, under her skin.

The Surge had begun.

_Author's Song Note_

These are some songs that I feel just fit this chapter very well.

Enjoy!

"Fragments" by Jaymes Young

"Breaking Inside" and "Enemies" by Shinedown

"Monster" by Skillet

"Demons" and "Monster" by Imagine Dragons

"Evil Angel" and "Anthem of the Angels" by Breaking Benjamin

"We Might Fall" by Ryan Star

"Still", "Smother", and "Human" by Daughter

"Stay" by Hurts