She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

108|The Road of Good Intentions

"You sent demons after them?"

I was beyond mad at Crowley as I stormed into the lab once more.

"You kill my hunters. Why can't I kill yours?"

"They're my friends," I growled.

"You can't have friends, not anymore," Crowley snapped. "I mean, my God! You're losing it!"

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, you're the very picture of mental health. Come on. You don't think I know what this is all about?"

"Enlighten me."

"The big lie- the Winchesters still buy it. The good Cass, the righteous Cass. And as long as they still believe it, you get to believe it. Well, I got news for you, kitten. A whore is a whore is a whore."

I slammed the demon into the wall, pinning him there with my arm.

"I'm only going to say this once," I growled darkly. "If you touch one hair on their heads, I will tear it all down. Our arrangement- everything. I'm still an angel, and I will bury you."

With that, I disappeared from his presence.

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I asked myself "What am I doing with this vermin?" As if I didn't already know the answer. Raphael was stronger than me. I wouldn't survive a straight fight. So I went to an old friend for help. But watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed, and I was about to ask him for more.

Dean stood in the backyard of the pale yellow house, raking leaves. I stood off to the side, invisible, as I observed him. That's when I felt another presence, also invisible to Dean, approach me.

"Ah, Castiel. Angel of Thursdays. Just not your day, is it?"

"What are you doing here?" I glared over at Crowley briefly before looking back at Dean.

"I want to help you help me help ourselves."

"Speak plain," I commanded, turning to face the demon.

"I want to discuss a simple business transaction. That's all."

"You want to make a deal? With me? I'm an angel, you ass. I don't have a soul to sell."

While we talked, Eleanor had come out and joined Dean, taking the rake from his hand and hugging him. They were just standing there, comforting each other silently.

"But that's it, isn't it?" Crowley continued. "It's all of it. It's the souls. It all comes down to the souls in the end, doesn't it?"

"What in the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Raphael's head on a pike. I'm talking about happy endings for all of us, with all possible intenders intended. Come on. Just a chat."

"I have no interest in talking to you," I informed him, turning away to observe the little family.

Madelaine had joined her parents and they were chasing her through the leaves.

"Why not? I'm very interesting," the demon defended himself. "Come on. Hear me out. Five minutes. No obligations. I promise- I'll make it worth your while."

He turned, walking away from me. I paused, continuing to observe the family unit and thinking before I followed.

I was no fool. I knew who Crowley was and what he did. But I was smarter than him, stronger. I see now that I was prideful. And in all likelihood, I was a fool.

I found myself next to Crowley, observing a long line of people- no, souls- as they shuffled forward.

"Where are we?" I asked him.