Hey, I am sorry for not updating for a while. Here is the next chapter and I hope you like it. I have taken some quotes from Supernatural season 9, enjoy.
There was a long silence after Castiel's proclamation then Dean explored. "WHAT, CAS? HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW? YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?... Besides that angel is our only hope at helping Sam, Cas. He is dying."
Dean sounded so angry, yet so defeated. I had heard for the Winchester's loyalty to each other. They were so loyal to a fault and that fault will no doubt get them both killed one day. There is no way that the Winchester's can keep dying and reviving, it is not the balance of things. Yet I suppose that is their occupational hazard; being loyal to a fault.
"Isabella can heal him." Castiel announced, stunning me.
I gave him a look that said, 'Isabella is going to do what? I didn't volunteer'. However Castiel didn't even look my way.
"We'll be there soon." He said and then hung up.
As Castiel turned to look at me, he told me blankly. "We have to teleport to Washington State hospital (I don't know if that was the hospital Sam was in or not)."
"Of course we do." I said sarcastically and then sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. It was a habit that I had developed over the time I was an angel in Heaven. I don't remember when I started doing it, but when I am frustrated I find myself pinching the bridge of my nose more often than not.
"If Bella's going then I am going." Edward announced suddenly, standing in the doorway.
"Me too." Alice exclaimed excitedly.
"Not fair, if Alice and Eddie goes I wanna go to." Emmett's voice boomed and if it was possible the house shook a little bit at the sound.
"No." I said seriously.
"What? Why not?" Emmett whined like a two year old who didn't get what he wanted. It was kind of funny to see after all these years. Emmett was such a kid most of the time.
"Because teleporting takes energy and if Sam is dying then I need all the energy I can get. Five people, including myself, is too much, even for a fully energized and trained angel. In fact today was the first time I teleported with another person and my energy reserves are already a little low. Me, Castiel and Edward will go."
Emmett and Alice hung their heads in defeat.
Before the vampires could raise another argument, I reached out my hand for Castiel and Edward to take. In my mind, I pictured Washington State hospital. I had been there once as part of my training. There I lead the souls of the dead to either Heaven, Hell or Limbo.
It wasn't long before the three of us found ourselves standing in the shadowed, dingy alleyway behind the hospital. As we walked in through the doors, my heart cried out at the sight. There were so many lost and confused souls here, and it had only been days since the Fall. Human life was so fragile, so short. Too fragile and too short for my opinion... but it is suppose to be. Human life is a test for the next life and nobody liked long tests.
"Hi, i'm looking for Samuel Winchester?" Castiel asked a young pale skinned nurse. She had long black hair tied loosely in a bun and, as she pointed out the direction, I noticed her finger nails were painted a coral pink. Urg, she was one of the types of girls.
"Sure." She said in an overly sweet voice. "Just follow that corridor until you find room three-one-four."
When we found the room, we walked in to find it destroyed. The nurses tray was split all over the floor and the chairs were laying hazardously on the ground.
"Dean." Castiel shouted urgently.
"Down here." Came an unfamiliar grunt. "Help me would ya?"
As Castiel jogged around Sam's hospital bed, I took a look at the man laying in it. Sam Winchester didn't seem like anything worthy of the compliments and criticism that the angels gave him. He lay there on the hospital bed looking pathetically weak, drained of life. His eyes were slightly red and a breathing tube was hooked into his nostrils. He wore a mint green hospital gown, that didn't suit him in the slightest, and lay motionless. It was a horrid sight to behold. A warrior should never look that vulnerable.
I turned my attention, when I heard more grunting. I saw Castiel duck out of my view and then slowly raised with Dean and an unconscious angel. Castiel had one of the angels arms wrapped around his shoulder, whilst Dean had the other.
"What did you do to him?" I asked. My voice was mutual, the way I was train to have it. However, I was curious as to how a single human could knock out an angel. You see, angels are not suppose to feel emotion. That was His aim, to make humans mutual bystanders it the humans activities. However, when Father found that the humans needed our guidance, he sent the angels to the human world where they became lost and tainted. So that is why there are angels like us. Hominis Angels. Angels with the capacity to feel and understand human emotions.
"I just knocked him up a little. But before that so other angel knocked him up a little... and then after that I trapped him in a ring of fire so I could question him a little, which did jack-shit considering he lied." Dean said, I stood there in shock. So this was the infamous Dean, no wonder he was chosen to be Micheal's vessel. When Dean saw the look on my face he obviously read it wrong because next he said, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I wouldn't hurt you."
I rolled my eyes at the playful flirting, whilst Edward growled at him, bringing the Winchester's attention to him.
"So, is he an angel too." Dean asked, gutting his chin in Edwards direct.
"No." I answered casually. "He is a vampire."
"An angel is partners with a vampire." Dean spat out and then laughed wholeheartedly.
"Yes, Dean Winchester. However you should have noticed that he is different from the vampires you hunt. Dead mans blood doesn't work on them, to kill them you have to do more than behead them- that is if you can behead them- and they turn people with venom and not with their blood."
"Oh really. I would like to try and take his head off sometime." Dean smiled at Edward and Edward smirked back, before saying, "Try all you want hunter. My skin is harder than diamonds."
"Alright, you're on." Dead replied, cracking his knuckles.
Before anything else could happen, I loudly cleared my throat, making the vampire and the hunter turn their attention to me. "Do you want me to see if I can help Samuel or not?" I questioned raising my eyebrows.
Dean became suddenly serious as he said, "Yes. Do whatever you can to save him."
I nodded my head, a silent promise that I would try everything within my power.
I walked over to Sam's still body and placed my hand on his chest, just above his heart. Breathing in I focused on my grace willing it to heal Sam.
"Are you still able to heal things, you know, since after the Fall?" Dead asked, surprisingly gently.
"I should be. The Fall did very little damage to me when compared to others. However, I have already teleported three times today, my energy is not at its peak." I tell him just as softly.
Then I looked down at Sam, sadly. "He is so weak."
Then suddenly the hospital room began to quake. Massive tremors pulsed through the building, but it wasn't an earth quake. No, it was the angels. The angels were coming and they wanted Castiel.
"Woah." Dean said.
"What's going on?" Edward asked.
I answered, "I think we've got more company." Weird glances pasted between the four of us and I was the first to voice my opinion. "We need to leave."
"Woah, woah. We can't leave. If we leave, he dies." Dean said, pointing to Sam and, I hated to admit it but, he was right.
"So, what do you suggest we do." Edward asked.
Dean didn't say anything. Instead he glanced rapidly around him searching for something. Then he grabbed a white board pen and began to draw symbols on the walls. Symbols to block angels, to trap angels and symbols to repel angels.
"There. As long as these are up no body is coming in." Dean said, while the rest of us just nod, silently wait for the inevitable.