In the Eyes of a Fallen Angel

Chapter Eleven: Just Another Morning

        I slowly woke up, and I opened face to Dean's. He was still asleep, curled up underneath his blankets. He looked younger, his face was no longer broken and the start of a smile were tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hair was tousled and messy, and his soft breathing was slow and peaceful. I smiled and closed my eyes again, breathing in his sweet scent. Suddenly, I heard his weight shift. I opened my eyes to his jade ones staring at me.

        "Morning Cas." he whispered softly, and smiled.

        "Morning Dean." I replied, then climbed out of the warm bed and peeked out into the living room. Sam wasn't up yet. I looked back at Dean. He was climbing out of bed as well.

        "Why don't you go lay on the couch and I'll go wake Sam up." Dean said, striding to the door. I made room for him then lay uncomfortably on the dust filled couch. Dean picked up the radio and a song began blasting full volume through it. "HEAT OF THE MOMENT..."

        Sam burst through the door, his hair messy and tussled and his eyes wide with fear. "What day is it?" he shouted, panicked.

        "Monday." Dean said, jamming away, using his leg as a fake guitar. "Mornin Sammy!" Sam glared at him and mumbled some profanities that I won't repeat.  Dean shut the radio off and walked over to the fridge. "Well boys, we got beer and burgers for breakfast." He said, taking out a bag of food. Sam groaned. 

        "Just one day, some day, we'll have an actual breakfast." Sam complained, sitting down groggily on one of the old armchairs. I sat up on the couch and pretended to yawn. I stretched my aching wings out as far as they could go. I then preceded to swat Sam softly across the face. "What?" Sam said, touching his face and looking around. Dean chuckled and continued heating up our breakfast.

        After we had eaten, we got right to researching. We sat in silence for a couple minutes, then suddenly, I got a hit. My angel radar picked up a demonic presence just a couple miles away. I cast my senses out and focused on it. It was a minor demon, not anywhere near close to as powerful as Crowley. I opened my eyes.

        "I think I found one." I said, climbing to my feet. Sam and Dean looked up.

        "Where?" Sam asked, his face cold.

        "Seems like a warehouse in a town over, somewhere called Chipchity. It's only a minor demon though, nothing to get worked up over." I replied.

        "We better go check it out." Dean said, standing up and reaching for his coat.

        "No, I got this." I said sternly, then focused on the demon.

        "Cas, wait-" Dean said just before I appeared in front of the warehouse. I felt a moment of nausea, but it quickly went away. I walked up to the door and cast out my senses. The demon was on the top floor. I silently opened the door and walked in. As quietly as I could, I climbed up the stairs and over to the room where it was. The door was slightly ajar, and I peeked in to get a look.

        There was a demon alright. It was possessing the body of a middle aged doctor. It was holding a bowl of blood and was talking to it softly. "... the Winchesters. They're in Black Earth, and I think they're searching for you. They also have somebody with them. It's an angel. An angel on earth. I don't think we're safe anymore, we-" his voice was cut off by my knife at his throat.

        "Where's Crowley?" I asked in a threatening voice.

        The demon struggled, then hissed," Like I'd tell you, scum." I took my blade and sliced a long gash down it's back. It groaned in agony, then choked out," Go to Hell." I grabbed it by it's hair and held it up against the wall. My fist connected with it's face and there was a dull crack as his nose broke. In my anger, all I could think about was hurting him. Suddenly, he cried out," Enough!"

        I stopped punching and dropped what used to be a person to the ground. I crouched down and  put my angel blade to his neck. "Where. Is. Crowley." I said, my voice as hard as steel.

        "He's... He's got a base, a lake house in Longfield. You'll find him there." the demon stammered.

        "Thank you." I said, then stabbed him through the heart. "We don't need you anymore." I looked over to the bowl of blood now splattered on the ground. "Watch your back, Crowley. We're coming for you."