So this is a preview of what the next chapter will start out as I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. I'd stopped taking my anti-depressants and well if you read my authors note from before, you can tell it wasn't a good time to stop taking it. Well I relapsed with somethings I shouldn't have even started with (self harm, ect) but I'm getting better now. So as soon as my grades are up to my B standard I'll start updating more! Love you guys and thank you for all the support!
-Deja {xoxo}The sound of forks and knives scraping against their plates screeched though the dinning room and the Winchester ate along side The Commander, Castiel.
The still room was interrupted by the sound of Jess slamming her fork on to the white China. "I don't understand. I was told that you could help find my son. Castiel can you really do this; if not we need to go home so the police can do this." Jessica's voice waded out for she just realized that if Angels are involved in this the police may not be able to find her child.
"Yes, Jess I can help; but this is a peculiar situation. Your son was taken to draw me out of concentration. I very sorry that you all are wrapped up into this; I was told that this problem was solved. We will me doing everything to get your son back." Castiel's voice held real sympathy, for as his time as a human he was very fond of the young Winchester.
"I understand this but who took our son. Who would go out of their way to mess with Angels?" Sam asked, he knew the answer but he need to be sure.
"Well Samuel-" before Castiel could finish is sentence the front doors slammed open, causing him to stand to attention. "I am very sorry Winchesters but I seems we have an uninvited guest."
"Aww Cassie, don't mind me I just here for you lovely meal." It was the same woman from before, Lucrezia. Her long brown hair reached the bottom of her back, grazing the top of her deep red pencil skirt. The first three buttons of her black button up were undone showing a considerable amount of cleavage as she leaned over the end of the table facing an angry Castiel.
"Lucrezia, I was told to meet you when convenient, this is very inconvenient; which I why is why we had a meeting for tomorrow afternoon."
"Yes Castiel, but I got bored so I figured, 'Hey, let me drop by on my favorite husband and see how's his day is going', but I guess you're not that happy to see your favorite wife; are you?" The childish voice this woman used had a malicious undertone that made Dean Winchester's blood chill.
Castiel swallowed his pride and gestured for her to sit. "In case you have not meant, this is my wife; Lucrezia." Lucrezia threw a wicked smile before taking a sit at the opposite end of the table across from Castiel.
"Yet, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," Cas glanced at his intrusive wife before rolling his eyes and continuing, "demons, more specifically, demons from the rule of Crowley." Catching some of the confusion that is now stretched on to the Winchesters faces Castiel decided to further explain.
"Hell has been divided into four different kingdoms after Lucifer was locked away. The first ruler is the Alistair. He is a cruel ruler but is not that difficult to work with after a few days in a heaven prison. Next is Meg, she is unbearable; yet she has an understanding of what needs to be done and when it need to be done. Thirdly is my wife Lucrezia, she is queen of the third realm. And lastly is Crowley. He is intolerable, arrogant, and greedy. He has been trying to find a way to rule all kingdoms of hell and lock the Angels away in heaven.
"I am afraid he took your son in efforts to distract me, or as a token of negotiation. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to get your child back to you."
"I don't understand. If they were trying to get to you why take Adrian? You haven't been in contact for ten years; I mean, for Gods sake, we thought you killed yourself!"
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