"We need to move now." Cass said, walking out of the bathroom. "I will scout ahead, take her to the car."
Dean nodded, picking Lailah carefully into his arms. The wings started to, in a way, seize. They flapped manically, the wind in the room felt as though a hurricane was outside. Sam gripped one wing tightly in his hands, but was thrown sideways as the wings continued to flap wildly.
Castiel placed a hand on her forehead, and the wings slowed, stopping eventually. Her breathing also seemed to slow even more, the wheezing more noticeable than ever. She was sweating, heart racing above Dean's hands.
"Cass?" Dean asked, his voice higher pitched.
His eyes were wide, he didn't know what was going on with the strange woman that had only left a few hours before, or why she seemed as though she was dying. His eyes grew wider when the heart above his hand stopped thundering.
"She's dead Cass." Sam whispered, his eyes finding Castiel.
Cass rushed forward, pulling her eyelids apart. The pupils didn't dilate and the iris seemed blank. He placed an ear on her chest, and a sigh of relief filtered from his lungs when he heard one solid heartbeat.
"She's alive, the death sleep has set in." Castiel pulled away, a slight feeling of embarrassment at how quickly he had rushed forward.
He glanced back to her, thinking of what she had used to look like. Her true form invisible in her one true host. She could see him, there is no other way she would have known it was him. Angels and demons could not hide like the five had. It had been hard to track them, even harder to kill them. She remained, saved by god from his angels. She was as the humans referred to as an endling, the last of a species.
She rolled, her wings balancing her as she placed her nose in the crook of Dean's neck. The death sleep was strange, and this was probably the last movement she would be doing for hours. She could die from it, but if she was still as strong as she had once been she would be out soon.
Dean maneuvered his way to the impala, setting her in the backseat. Her wings were bound to prevent injury, despite Cass being sure she wouldn't move her wings anymore. The last thing they would need is some black wings causing them to get into an accident.
Deep in the Death Sleep
I knew my name, my age. What had happened, but it seemed very disconnected. Numb. I couldn't see, hear, speak. Fear was crawling up my spine with every second that went by. I coughed the darkness almost felt liquid, as though I was drowning with every breath I took in. I tried to sit up, but again my muscles betrayed me. The more I struggled the more I just wanted to sleep.
I knew what this was- it finally entered the fog filled mind of mine. Death sleep, I thought it was just a legend, but someone had dug it out of the depths of old magic books to find it. The ingredients were few and far between. Though the serum was incredibly strong.
As this revolutionary thought entered it was clouded in an imaginary mist. I could feel, though my eyes were closed, a sense of weariness. I was so tired, and as the black mist entered my mind my body ached for it. So I let it have me. I sunk into it, and for the first time in a long time I felt a cold peace steal over my body.
The real world.
"Cass, she's not waking up." Dean argued, staring at Lailah. "It's been three days."
To Dean she was already dead, a barely breathing corpse. On the way to the hotel she had stopped breathing entirely. Her heart was working hard, but slow. The wheezing intensified, and getting worse. A few feathers had even fallen from the giant black wings that were tied to her back. It looked bleak, but Cass seemed to have faith. So Dean didn't push him too much.
Sam on the other hand was fascinated with the creature laying before him. The black wings capturing his attention. The way she was built. Bone structured, and everything else. She was lightweight. Despite not being the thinnest looking girl they had met. She had huge strong looking feet. Which were slightly battered, probably from landing on pavement.
Sam suddenly stood, his brow creased. He approached Lailah slowly. Nudging her shoulder, as before, no response was given. He laid his hand on the paracord bindings on one wing. With a quick deliberate tug the rope loosened. The black appendage didn't move from the spot against her back.
Sam grabbed the wing joint gently in hand and straightened the wing out. it was without the power and stability it normally it would have if she had been awake. Without any support the wing flopped down behind her. She was laying on her side, the same position Dean had laid her in.
Sam stretched the wing as far as it would go, the long black feathers fanned out. Leaving a shadow on the red carpet flooring. The black shimmered in the sunlight, a dazzling display. Sam noticed something strange on the tips of the primaries. The tips were a light grey, though before he could have sworn her whole wing had been a pitch black.
"Sam, what are ya doing?" Dean asked, a sigh escaping his lips.
"I want to see how she flies." Sam spit, the wing was surprisingly heavy, "Humans weren't made to fly Dean, so what is she? These have to be near fifteen feet long! Each!"
"Sam, she told us she wasn't human!" He snapped, "Cass even agreed that she wasn't, and that she was telling the truth. Leave her be."
"Yeah, and she seems to really like Cass." Sam snapped, studying the wing before him.
Dean shook his head, disapproving, "Cass knows her, ask him about her if you're so curious."
A warm feeling spread through Sam's hands from the wings. Suddenly the wing flapped once, almost checking to see if it was still attached. Lailah's eyes slid over to them, and she ripped her wing away from Sam's exploratory fingers. She breathed in a deep breath, the wheezing sound fading from her lungs.