Spread Your Wings
November 17th 2013 AD
Dear Diary,
I don't know what to do anymore. All the drugs, guns... women... they don't help. I thought freedom would be easy, but it has just led to complications, morally and emotionally. I don't know what to do, everything used to be so clear cut, kill demons and follow every order. Only trust your brothers. Now it seems, that perhaps they were right about demons and trust and everything.
Crowley, that filthy sulphur-sucking demon, betrayed us. I just don't understand why, what does he gain from doing this? Pulling a Judas. He has cost me a brother.
We were all on a supply run; our scouts had told us it was a doable operation, ten or twelve Croats at most. Our group split, flanking and squeezing the Croats in tight ready to kill. It didn't go as planned, as there were far more of the creatures then we anticipated.
I heard Gabriel's yell, but Dean ordered me to stay the course, I couldn't, I told him that I had to help my brother. Running into the room, I saw Gabriel covered in blood. As I tried to help him, I could feel what little life he had left fade. When Dean arrived, he told me that Gabriel was better off dying, and that we couldn't help him now.
The others seemed to appear from nowhere after that. What happened next is just a haze, Balthazar was crying, shouting for Gabriel to wake up. He swore at God, Raphael, Zachariah, even Zeus. I think he then punched Risa in face, and got himself tackled by Dean.
The only brother I have left is leaving tonight to hunt down Crowley. I would join him, but my place is here, protecting Dean. I wish Balthazar luck, he'll need it.
From,
Castiel