Hello everyone! Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it.
It starts immediately after the previous one.
Special thanks to Elva Pendragon for writing the first section of this!
Celeste made her way to Gabriel's mansion, having just left Bri, Cas and the Winchesters at Anael's. She knew that she was selfish just snapping her fingers when things got uncomfortable and leaving. She pulled a set of keys out of her pocket and let herself in. The house was bathed in soft light.
She pulled off her shoes and walked into the living room. She crossed over to the mantle and ran her fingers over the photographs there. She had so many vessels. Young and old, male and female, never once giving thought to anyone but herself.
She was an angel of love, a seraphim. Unfortunately, when God created her, he had given her a little too much self-love. That's why she and Gabriel were always together; they were sly and underhanded and always getting into trouble. But they always pulled the other back before they could fall.
"What are you do here?" A voice came from behind her.
"It's not very nice to startle a lady, Gabe." Celeste playfully warned.
"Celeste?" The archangel, Gabriel, was confused.
"Who else has a key?" Celeste asked as Gabe pulled her into his arms, smiling.
"I've missed you." He murmured.
"I missed you, too." She said choking slightly on the words.
"Come, sit." Gabriel said, sitting down and patting the couch cushion next to him. Celeste sat down and they began to reminisce about that time Celeste started the Black Death, and how they made it right with the Renaissance; and about all the countless wars they started and prevented, and how they made things right.
They had been kings, poets, knights, activists among other thing. But in that moment they were just two people who were lost to time. Celeste leaned into Gabriel as he stroked her head running his fingers through her dark red hair.
"If I hadn't been so selfish, Bri would never have gotten hurt… I see the way the other angels look at me, but I know I am not a monster."
"You're not Cel. Lucifer is the real monster. You are not!" Gabriel hugged the smaller angel to him. Celeste moved in his grasp burying her face in his chest. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity.
"I should go. Bri will be worried..."
"Alright, but change you look like you've just fallen out of a plane." Gabriel ordered.
Celeste complied, walking up to her room in Gabriel's house. The white door had her name embossed on it. She walked inside looking through her closet she dressed in her normal tunic, leggings and boots. She grabbed a bag from the closet throwing her keys and phone inside, she exited the room. Walking to Gabriel's closet she pulled one of his flannel shirts from it and stuffed it in her bag. Next she pulled on one of his coats, almost 4 sizes too big.
She walked back downstairs to find Gabriel gone and a large box waiting for her on the table. She opened the box to find her angel blade tucked inside. Engraved into the fuller was Gratia et veritas huius tenentem gladium. "Truth and grace to the one who holds this sword."
Celeste hadn't held her own blade for over a millennia, and it was as if a part of her had been restored. She felt whole again.
Placing the blade in her bag, she left the house to go find, Bri, Cas, Sam and Dean.
Ambriel was holding Dean's hand when she laughed at something Sam said.
The three of them had just parked the Impala and were walking towards a motel room. They walked into the room and set their things down.
The walls were a pale yellow, with photographs hung behind the beds. The furnishings were all wood and linoleum floor echoed under Ambriel's footsteps.
Then, Sam heard a knock at the door and Dean immediately held up his ivory Colt 1911, ready.
Sam opened the door a crack and relaxed when he saw Celeste on the other side.
"Hey, Celeste." Sam said, letting her in.
Dean lowered his gun. "Hey."
"Hey guys." Celeste replied.
Ambriel turned around, a happy look on her face. "Where have you been?" She asked, not angry at all. "You just missed the wendigo!" Ambriel's hair was loosely French braided, like the way Celeste usually did for her.
Celeste let out a small smile and shrugged. "Sorry I ran out like that."
"Don't worry about it." Sam spoke up, walking around and then sitting on his bed.
Celeste relaxed, setting her bag down on one of the chairs at the table by the window. She walked over to the small couch at the other end of the room and turned the TV on, volume low, to see what was on the news.
Ambriel had put one of Dean's bags on the table to look through it for something when she froze, eyes widening. She rushed over to Celeste's bags and practically ripped it open. She quickly rifled through it and found what she had been sensing.
Ambriel pulled out Celeste's angel blade.
"Celeste!" Ambriel's tone was shocked and angry. "Where did you get this?!" Ambriel raised her voice.
Celeste looked over at Ambriel and immediately stood up from the couch. "Ambriel, I can explain!" Celeste begged.
Ambriel marched forward a few steps, blade pointed outward towards Celeste. "Where. Did. You. Get. This?" Ambriel emphasized every word.
"I… I…" Celeste stuttered, arms held up in a defensive position.
"You went to his house, didn't you?" Ambriel accused.
"Yes, I did!" Celeste raised her voice, defiant.
"Celeste, what have I told you about him?!" Ambriel lowered the angel blade, running her free hand through her hair.
"I know what you've said, and it doesn't matter." Celeste paused. "I love him." She bowed her head, staring at the floor.
Ambriel tightened her grip on the blade while she stepped closer to Celeste. She got up in Celeste's face, holding the collar of her tunic. She raised the angel blade up so that it was in Celeste's full view.
"Don't make me take this away from you." Ambriel threatened.
"I promise, Ambriel." Celeste swore. "You don't know what it means to me." She added quietly.
Ambriel stared Celeste down for a moment, and then let go of her. "I'll have my eye on you." Ambriel said as she handed over the blade to Celeste.
Celeste took the blade and walked back over to the table. She put it in her bag and then straightened out her tunic. She turned around and faced everyone.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to make a call." Celeste pulled her cellphone out as she walked out of the motel room.
Silence filled the room for almost a minute.
"What just happened?" Dean asked, stepping forward.
Ambriel sighed and turned to face her boyfriend. "The reason Celeste had used-slash-stolen Uriel's angel blade for a reason: she was punished long ago for abusing its powers and had to give it up." Ambriel explained.
"What do you mean 'abusing its powers'?" Sam asked, rising from the bed.
Ambriel thought for a quick second. "She'd start wars with it, end wars with it. She'd assassinate leaders with it. She gave it to humans at certain points so that they screw around with it."
"She gave an angel blade for humans to use?" Dean asked, brows furrowing in confusion. "That's the dumbest thing I have ever heard."
"Like, did she give it to famous historical people?" Sam chimed in.
Ambriel nodded. "The Sword of Attila the Hun, Hrunting, Excalibur, which was from a written account of her giving it away, the Sword in the Stone. It was part of the Crown Jewels at one point…" Ambriel trailed off, thinking.
"Excalibur? Seriously?" Dean asked, a little skeptical.
Ambriel nodded. "I had Michael order it away from her, so he took it and locked up who knows where." She sighed, crossing her arms. "And now Celeste has it back." She added in an annoyed tone. "She's going to cause so much trouble now." Ambriel muttered under her breath.
"Well you can't be angry at her for wanting to have her own angel blade back." Sam tried to reason.
"How long has it been since?" Dean plopped back down on his bed.
"Over a mil." Ambriel quickly answered, watching Celeste out the window, who was quite animated with her phone conversation.
Then, Castiel appeared in the middle of the room.
"Ambriel, Celeste has her angel blade back." He spoke to only Ambriel.
"I know. And I know who gave it to her." Ambriel replied.
"It wasn't…?" Cas trailed off.
"It was." Ambriel confirmed the guess.
"Did you speak with your garrison yet?" Cas asked urgently.
"No. Not until the situation is dire." Ambriel responded calmly.
"Cas." Dean spoke up in a light tone, standing again.
Castiel quickly looked at Dean, and then disappeared.
Dean threw his hands up in exasperation.
Celeste came back into the motel room. "There's a family of vamps in town if you're all interested." She changed the subject before it even came up.
"Sure." Sam agreed.
Dean nodded as well.
"Ambriel and I will go FBI at the crime scene, Sam and Dean, you two can go to morgue and look at the two previous bodies." Celeste ordered.
No one moved to comply.
"Dean and me will FBI, Celeste and Sam to the morgue." Ambriel reordered.
Sam and Dean murmured in agreement and Dean moved into the bathroom to change. Sam rummaged around for his FBI suit as Celeste and Ambriel stepped out of the motel room.
"What the hell was that?" Celeste asked Ambriel, almost blowing her cool.
"I think that us working together this soon might not be a good thing." Ambriel explained.
Celeste huffed and almost answered.
"But," Ambriel continued, "you're still my best friend."
Celeste rolled her eyes.
Ambriel hugged her. "You're still my sister." She whispered in her ear.
Celeste rested her chin on Ambriel's shoulder as she hugged her back.
Ambriel pulled back. "Now," both of them already dressed in official-looking FBI suits, "let's go get us some vampires."
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