Crazy Mind -Destiel-

25- Children of the damned

The first gunshot sprays shrapnel into the front of Castiels chest, tearing through his white shirt. The second forces him to his knees. Bobby doesn't take his eyes off of the angel as he balances the gun in one arm and pulls a long silver blade from his coat pocket.

"Bobby let me explain-" Castiel gasps out before Bobby fires the next round. One hand is pressed into the wood as he tries to keep himself from being pinned to the floor. Bobby fires another shot before dropping the gun and slicing the blade across his palm. His hand hovers over the angel sigil he had prepared as a precaution.

"You've got five seconds to explain yourself before I cover you in holy water and fry your wings." Bobby watches as Castiel glances at the floor, noticing the square hatch disguised as flooring beneath him. The only reason Bobby's hand hesitates is he knows the angel could have killed him already if he wanted to. Yet the angel allows himself to be pumped full of rock salt.

"Dean can't protect Sam alone." He breathes heavily. "I didn't know about Sam I swear if I had I would have got him myself."

Bobby's hand twitches. Chances are Dean is already at the hospital and if the angels are there he doesn't stand much chance. But Castiel could be lying, knowing that Bobby would follow Dean to ensure his safety. This is exactly what he didn't want. Castiel holds all of the cards no matter what Bobby does even if he banishes the angel he can't protect himself long enough to reach Sam. There's only one option then.

Lie and fight like hell.

"Then why the hell didn't you answer us? We could've been killed!" Bobby shouts. "Where the hell were you when we needed you?"

2 Hours Earlier

The breeze rushes across Castiel's skin and he closes his eyes. He focuses on the faint sound of Dean's mind, whispering to him through their connection. He feels Deans' joy rise high up in his chest and thinks vaguely of the fact they're sharing the same summer breeze. Then, "Castiel."

The voice is abrupt and his eyes snap open. His internal radio is on and there's a voice calling out to him. His brother, an ally? Castiel put his hand in his trench coat pocket and thumbs at the angel blade sitting within. The voice calls again. "Castiel."

Castiel grabs the stair bannister as he steps from the porch his nerves thrumb beneath his skin. The silence is deafening as he waits for the voice to reappear. "Castiel" He startles and the wooden bannister cracks beneath his hand.

Breathing slowly he begins to follow in the direction of the voice. It leads him further into the salvage yard until the cars begin to stack, damage on top of damage. The cars groans and he pushes them out of his way. Suddenly he finds himself within a circle of stacked cars and stood in front of him a familiar face.

"Samandriel."

His brother watches him with a soothing smile and Castiel fights the urge to return it. He and Samandriel always were close, Castiel took him under his wing and trained him, he always had a soft spot for the younger angel. Which means Samandriel is the perfect distraction to send to kill him.

"Brother." Samandriel cautiously walks towards him, his hands resting by his side. "I've missed you." Castiels chest aches at the thought of being forced to kill his brother. The rest of the angels gave him no choice but he didn't raise any of them from creation, teach them how to fight, lead them into battle. Castiels hand clenches and unclenches at his side. He fears Samandriel might not give him a choice either. When Samandriel doesn't stop walking towards him Castiel makes the mistake of taking a step back and his entire body tenses with the movement. Stuck between showing mercy and it being mistaken for weakness or standing strong and killing a part of his past.