"You will bring her to me," insisted Caius angrily. He stood at the front gate with a hood over his face, even in the cover of nights darkness. Mother Superior stood in her regular garb, while the nun who had answered the loud call of the doorbell stood awkwardly in her night dress. Their vow of silence had not ended for the night, which only infuriated Caius more.

"It is alright, Sister Margaretta," speaks Mother Superior. "You may go back to your room now."

Sister Margaretta bows shallowly before turning around and hurrying out of the entrance Courtyard. The old nun turns back to Caius.

"Young man, we take a vow of silence each night to honor those who have passed on. You are upsetting my cloister."

"I do not give a damn about-"

"I assume you're here for Dejanna."

Caius paused, caught by surprise by the knowing look in her eye and the tone of decision in her voice.

"She came to me earlier this evening, distraught over a man she would not name," continues Mother Superior as she unlocks the gate and allows him entry. "Come, but we must whisper."

Caius steps through, warily eyeing his surroundings as if he expected an attack. "She was distraught?"

"Indeed. Shes asked for my guidance on the path she must take. I can only assume she meant whether to come back to you."

"And why would you make that assumption?"

"Well," she chuckles. "You're here, aren't you?" She suddenly rounds on Caius, staring him down with ice in her eyes and a determined rigidity to her spine. "I am in no position to stop her from leaving with you if that is God's will, but that girl came here frightened to her very core. If I learn you've hurt her in any way, there will be hell to pay."

Caius smirked arrogantly at the woman, amused by her humanity and arrogance. "And what would a nun such as yourself be capable of?" He challenged, though the very idea of hurting Dean ever again made his stomach twist.

"I wasn't always a nun," she says coldly, her resolve turning from ice to cold steel. Though Caius wasn't gifted, he could see a past in the shadows on her face that gave him no doubt that once, she had no qualms about sinning. It didn't scare him in the least, but it brought him comfort that his Dean had someone with such spine behind her. Unlike many of her other lives...she had carved out a family here...a life.

"Rest assured, I mean Dean no harm. I simply want to bring her home."

Mother Superior stared at him a moment longer before her shoulders dropped, and she relaxed. "Well, that is something she desperately needs." They began walking again.

The twists and turns of the large monastery would have confused Caius, had he been human. The place was dark, and though he had no trouble seeing, the atmosphere was eerie. Caius' skin prickled. The feeling of being watched washing over him like an unwanted ice bath. His senses became overly alert the closer he got to Dean's room.

He could tell they were in the hallway where her room resided. He could smell her sweet scent. But the end of the long hallway was much darker than should be possible...even his superior eyesight could not penetrate the blanket of darkness. And then he picked up the sickly scent of another vampire right as he stepped from the shadows.

Caius went on the offensive, shoving the old nun behind him and against the door that Dean was sleeping behind. She gave a low shout, having not had time to spot the intruder yet herself. When she finally did, she gave a second, more pronounced shout of fright.

The male vampire cackled, his teeth stained from a fresh meal. It was Judas, with his beard neatly trimmed and his clothes finally fitted, hair combed back. Caius met him halfway, their bodies slamming into each other so hard it sounded like two slabs of hard marble colliding. They were enveloped in darkness at once, and Caius was blind.

He could feel the other vampire, though, and grabbed ahold of his arm, twisting hard enough to rip the shoulder from its socket. Judas screeched, shoving Caius back before he could fully remove the appendage and laughed darkly as the blonde was distracted by Dean's scream within her room.

Judas threw Caius back out of the darkness with a well placed kick to the sternum. He hit the wall, causing a tree of cracks to climb towards the ceiling. Mother Superior was fumbling with a key, trying to jam it into the lock and open the door.

Before she could, the door wrenched open on its own and Katherine stood there, smirking evily at the nun. "Hello..." her eyes dropped to the pendant draped over the woman's breast. "Mother. I've got a confession if you've got the time." There was a crash behind her, and Dean cried out in pain as Katherine leaned forward. "I can't stand nuns."

There was a bright light that caused all of them to cry out in pain and shield their eyes. Gabriel landed in the hallway, his bright white wings taking up the entire expanse. Caius was the first to recover, his warrior taking over as he took advantage and climbed back to his feet practically threw Katherine out of his way. He didn't have time to process a literal angel.

He walked in to find Dean struggling on the floor, being dragged out from under her bed. The furniture was a wreck, dresser smashed to splinters, desk broken into sharp points. Another vampire with a bald head and pointed features was dragging Dean across the floor, blood staining the wood from a wound he couldn't yet see.

Caius surged forward, but the vampire seemed to sink into the floor. He reappeared a few feet over, ignoring Caius and grabbing Dean by her shoulders. Caius grabbed her hand, effectively starting an unwilling game of tug of war.

"You'd better let her go, king, or she will lose the hand," hisses the bald vampire. Dean looked back at him in shock and plea with wide blue eyes. It reminded him so much of the first time that he'd lost her. She began to cry out in pain as whatever gift the vampire had began to force them into the wall.

"Dejanna," Caius cried. Gravity pulled harder than he did and he let go, fearing she would lose her hand as promised. She dissolved into the wall with the vampire and was gone.

Caius let out a wail of rage, Gabriel watching from the doorway, shielding Mother Superior from view. As the blonde lost his temper and began pummeling what remained of the furnishings, the angel quietly sent the nun to lock herself in her chambers and bar the door in case there were more intruders. He was fairly certain there weren't.

But Caius wasn't in his right mind. He had come to take her home so this wouldn't have happened. He had been too late. He should have brought his brothers. That inadequate feeling he always got surrounding Dean's death latched onto him like a familiar leach. It sucked all the light out of the world, and he would have leveled the walls of it meant catching whoever had taken her.

A shift on the floor caught his attention. Katherine was picking herself back up. She was noticeably irritated at having been left behind. Caius swooped in on her in an instant, picking the brunette up by her throat and squeezing painfully hard.

"Where is she?"

"Shes...alive," Katherine wheezed, forcing the air through what little space there was for her to speak. Caius' face grew impossibly darker, hinging on the brink of madness. The calmness that now rolled off of him in waves was somehow scarier than if he had been pulling her apart piece by piece.

"Scottland!" She gasped, her feet kicking to find purchase on the floor. He could hold her like this for days and neither would grow tired, neither would die from it. For a moment, he appeared as if he were considering doing just that, but released her and took a step away. Katherine's body thumped to the floor.

Gabriel paled, shifting his wings to finally fold them back behind his back. He moved further into the room, and ever aware, Caius turned to bare his teeth at him.

"Peace, Caius," ushered Gabriel. "I am not a threat to you. Dean is my friend."

Though he was not calmed, Caius drew back, keeping them both in his line of sight. Gabriel did the same, only turning enough so that Katherine knew he was addressing her.

"It's Arteban, isnt it?"

Katherine slowly climbed to her feet, a sultry smile returning to her face as she fixed her curls. "That was once his name, " she confirms. She slinks forward, eyeing him with lidded eyes as she traces her manicured hand down his chest, feeling the coiled muscle beneath his ruined shirt. "I can take you to him."

"You would betray your coven leader?" Asks Caius doubtfully.

Katherine doesn't look at him but shrugs as if it were no sweat off her back. "He got me locked up in a box for 500 years. It's not like we're a big happy family."

Gabriel stopped her hand from moving lower as it made it's way towards his belt. Katherine rolls her eyes and separates from him, finally facing Caius. "It's every girl for herself. You saw how they left me. Now you're the ones with my life in your hands. I take you to your precious toy, you let me go."

"And what makes you think I would let you go?"

"Well, because without me you're not going to get to her. Even with your little...guard."

She turned her eyes back onto Gabriel appreciatively. "What are you?"

Caius turned as well, the question knocking around in his head as well.

"I'm an Angel. And so is Dean."