It was a day much like any other, in a town which wasn't any more special than another. It was a bright late summers' day, the wind but a gentle breeze. It started as a normal day, just like any other. The sunlit mall was full of people; families and couples just spending quality time together. It was peaceful, the buzz of idle chatter and the occasional laughing child filled the building. The time had just passed noon, and there were many humans gravitating towards all the restaurants.

However, there was something stirring. In the open plaza of the mall, there was a group of people, forming two distinctive sides. They looked much like any other people; good, honest human beings with nothing remarkable about them. Appearances could however be deceiving, as the people in the mall would come to experience.

The two sides were watching each other intently. Few humans paid them any attention, only a quick glance and a whisper here and there. Eventually, one of the people stepped forward, someone who looked to be a simple secretary.

"I never thought that the Grigori would join the battle." There was both surprise and contempt in her voice as she spoke. "Were you not imprisoned in the earth after our Father cast you down?" A man stepped forward to stare down the smaller person, letting out a slightly offended snort.

"You think little of us, Leliel." The woman seemed a bit startled; clearly she hadn't been counting on this person in front of her to know her name. "We opened our earthly cage long ago." The man grinned, pleased with her reaction. Deciding to ignore the fact that what she thought to be a stranger knew her name, she took a step closer to him.

"Join us. All of you Grigori, you should join our cause." The man bared out a laugh. "And fight your war for you? Let our hands be guided by the ideals of a narrow-minded angel so far up on her high horse that she could not see the angels below her? No. We may be Grigori, imprisoned down under the earth for following Lucifer, but we are sick of simply watching. It is our time to act; it is time for us to bring about a Heaven that he would be proud of." Another angel stepped forward, glaring up at the man with nothing but hatred in his eyes.

"You are nothing but brutes, fallen soldiers! What do you expect to be able to do?" The tall man chuckled, looking over at the suit-clad angel in disguise.

"We did not fall. We were forced out of Heaven, but we retained our grace. You, on the other hand, are weak and broken; the glow of your halos is dim and your wings are burnt. Thus, it would be more appropriate if we asked you" An angel blade slipped into the hand of the tall male as he took a step forward with a menacing grin. "What do you expect to be able to do, against us?"

In a roar of hatred, the two sides clashed. The spark had ignited a fire so fierce that it would engulf everything around it. The two large groups had nothing but murder in their hearts; they wished to end each other, no matter the cost. Screams and shrieks of terror screeched around them as humans fled in panic, some coming too close to the battle, being used as shields or distractions as they were thrown at the other side, crashing through store windows and crowds. If there was one way to describe it, it was mayhem. Corpses littered the plaza of the mall in mere seconds, blood dripping off the walls as humans were torn into the battle. Bright lights flashed in what looked like explosions every now and then.

The hustle and bustle outside only truly disturbed him when a person was thrown into the small flower shop in which he was currently standing. There was nothing he could do, the person was long dead. However, there was also nothing he wished to do. Human kind was entertaining, and he enjoyed watching them much like how they enjoyed watching those silly shows on television. He had no qualms about watching them die, nor would he go out of his way to aid them. However, this struggle behind him was interrupting what had so far been a peaceful day, something he did not appreciate in the slightest. Sucking in a soft breath, he turned his head, expelling the air in a slow sigh. He had been pleased with the day so far, and having it interrupted with such childlike banter was less than ideal. Raising a hand to stroke it over his hair, he kept his other hand in his pocket before turning around fully, stepping over the dead body. The squabbles of the angels had not bothered him much until today, most likely because they had never before disturbed his way of life. After all, it was much like watching desperate, scrawny dogs fight over a freshly ripped out piece of flesh, but now that they had found their way into his back yard, ruining his flowers; he simply had to do something about it.

Not a lot of time had passed since the battle had started, a minute perhaps, if even that. Humans were rushing past him in sheer panic, barely taking notice of the lone male as he calmly walked through them, heading towards the heart of the battle. It didn't take many more seconds for the mall to have cleared out completely of any humans left alive. Stepping over some corpses, he was moving ever closer to the rage of battle. With each step, the angels began slowing down. In the midst of fighting, their powerful strikes became increasingly lethargic, their otherwise swift movements growing sluggish. It was as though they were out of breath, despite not having any actual need to breathe. Reaching up, they began clawing at their throats in confusion and frustration as none of them could suck in a breath of air; it felt as though their lungs had simply vanished, or been filled with thick, stagnant liquid. The angels collapsed, one after another, each and everyone struggling to remain standing as the man walked into the center of the subsided battle. His arms were held out, but only slightly, his palms facing the floor as he hushed gently.

"Schh, schh.." A strange kind of sizzle could be heard as the marble floor underneath the man began blackening, tainted by the thick darkness that rose from under him. The smoke wasn't like any they had seen before; it looked more like materialized darkness rather than actual smoke. It spread quickly from where the blonde man stood, tainting the bloodstained marble further with its darkness, only seizing to expand once it was surrounding each and every angel which was writhing on the floor. A gentle smiled curved the male's lips as his hands slowly turned towards the ceiling.

"Children should not fight." With those words, his palms faced the ceiling completely, and the black smoke rushed into each of the angels, which screeched out cries of agony as they desperately writhed in pain. It took mere moments for the smoke to trigger the intense, bright glow in the angel's eyes and mouth, and their screams made him shiver with pleasure as their very essence exploded into nothingness, blowing out any windows nearby. It had been a long time since he had done anything of the sort; he even felt somewhat rusty. The smoke swirled out of the now empty vessels, having stained their insides with its darkness. Just a second later, the materialized shadows looked as though they were swiftly sucked back into the pale man through his feet, though despite the departure of the shade, the marble was still painted black with its presence. Sucking in a deep breath, he began moving away from the battlefield, stepping over the limp, empty vessels. The air escaped him in a content sigh; that eerily gentle smile never having left his lips.

Finally, with all the disturbances gone; he could continue his day in peace.

"Dean, we have a problem." Dean looked up from his breakfast cereal, frowning as he glanced over at the distraught angel. The recently awoken hunter was wearing one of the grey robes, which he always did during the mornings. He couldn't help himself, it didn't matter that they belonged to dead guys; those robes were pure heaven.

"Don't we always have a problem?" The angel's lips tensed into a pale line before he almost snorted out a sigh, marching over to the other to firmly put down a newspaper onto the table with a thud, staring down at the hunter. "Not this kind of problem." Dean frowned and muttered a quiet 'jeez' along with something else less comprehensible. The angel couldn't care less for whatever Dean could be thinking; he needed to know what was going on, and Dean was the only one he could turn to. It was odd why he felt that way, seeing how Sam was often the one with the actual answers.

Dean picked up the newspaper with one hand, using his other to shovel soggy, sweet cereal into his mouth, the milk dripping down onto the table. It took him nearly a minute to actually start paying attention to the article; the lingerie models on the side of the newspaper had distracted him. Finally, he turned his attention to the article, reading it slowly.

It described an unexplainable event that occurred in a mall in North Carolina. According to witness accounts, two groups of people had suddenly started to viciously attack each other in the middle of the plaza of the mall, causing a lot of casualties. It also described how strange burn marks in the shape of what appeared to be wings had been found on the floor. Dean frowned as he kept reading. The marble floor of where the battle had gone down had turned black. Not just the surface, a sample was taken through drilling and not only the marble, but the concrete and earth underneath it had been turned black. Scientists were still trying to determine the cause, and officers are baffled by the cause of death in many of the victims.

The light haired hunter had stopped eating, leaning back in his seat to immerse himself in the article, going over ever last detail. There wasn't nearly enough information, and he looked up at Castiel with a scowl. The angel looked tense and concerned, but also confused, and he couldn't blame him for it. There was definitely something off about that event.

"What do you think could have happened? Clearly, this wasn't just your average angel showdown." Castiel looked around as Dean spoke, only returning his gaze when the other had finished speaking. "I suggest we travel there immediately." Dean had a hunch that his friend didn't mean that they would take the Impala and go. North Carolina as quite a ways away. The hunter got up on his feet, ignoring the rest of his breakfast.

"I'll go tell Sam and get dressed, then we're off." Dean headed off towards the bedrooms, taking off the robe as he moved. Castiel remained in the reading room, staring down at the newspaper on the table, trying to make sense of what had gone down in that mall. They would need to examine the bodies themselves, and interview witnesses.

"You're leaving..?" The hesitant voice came from Amy, who had been in the kitchen, unbeknownst to both Dean and Castiel. He lifted his head and turned it to look over at her.

"Yes, we are." He stated simply before turning to fully face her. She seemed concerned, as though she could sense that something wasn't quite right with the angel.

"Can I-"

"No." The angel cut her sentence short, narrowing his eyes on her. "You can not come with us. It is far too dangerous." She puffed out her cheeks slightly, unhappy with the stoic answer.

"I could help..!" Castiel shook his head firmly, moving over to the girl to place his hands on her shoulders, locking eyes with her. "I need you, to stay safe." The two were staring at each other for a solid minute before she heaved a sigh, slumping her shoulders as her gaze fell to the floor. She knew why she had to stay behind, but she didn't like feeling like a fragile ornament that needed to be kept under lock and key.

"I could help, you know.. I'm not entirely useless." The angel frowned. Had he insulted her? He did not recall saying anything about her being useless. "I did not claim that you are, it is simply too great a risk to bring you with us." Amy looked up at the angel.

"I am not a child..! I am capable of fending for myself, Castiel. I have survived out in the world for a couple hundred years, I am sure that going with you won't spell my doom! It is not as though you're throwing yourself into Hell, am I correct?" She did have a point; that was something he couldn't deny.

"No, we are not throwing ourselves into Hell, but-" A glare from the heated unicorn was enough to shut even Castiel up, even though it was with reluctance that he quieted himself down. He had hoped to simply persuade her into not coming with them, because he was not going to use violence. With any other being they needed to protect, he would most likely have opted for force, but not with what could be the last unicorn still alive on earth. Which he hoped wasn't the case, as he was still trying to secure the species' survival. It took another full minute of staring before it was the angels' turn to heave a sigh in defeat.

"Very well, you may come with us." Amy perked up with a grin, letting out a small, chirping noise of excitement, though she reined herself in as the other narrowed his eyes on her in a stern glare.

"However, you are not to leave our sight. Understood?" Amy nodded vigorously, placing a hand over her heart.

"I promise."