While I continued to torture and interrogate the demon, he managed to break free and threw me against a van. He put his hands around my neck, but before he could do anything else, Cass appeared and killed him.
"I didn't ask for your help," I growled, catching my breath.
"Well, regardless, you're welcome," the angel replied.
"Why are you here?"
I pushed past him.
"I had no idea Crowley would take Eleanor and Madelaine."
"Yeah, right," I muttered, picking up the broken strap that had been restraining the demon.
"You don't believe me."
"I don't believe a word that's coming out of your mouth."
"I thought you said we were like family. Well I think that, too. Shouldn't trust run both ways?"
"Cass, I just can't..."
"Dean, I do everything you ask," Cass pointed out. "I always come when you or Eleanor call, and I am your friend. Still, despite your lack of faith in me, and now your threats, I just saved you, yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you? All I ask is one thing."
"Trust your plan to pop Purgatory?" I guessed.
"I've earned that, Dean."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"I came to tell you I will find Eleanor and Madelaine, and I will bring them back. Stand behind me, the one time I ask."
"You're asking me to stand down?"
"Dean."
"That's the same damn ransom note that Crowley handed me," I growled. "You know that, right? Well, no thanks. I'll find 'em myself. In fact, why don't you go back to Crowley and tell him that I said you can both kiss my ass."
I walked away from the angel, pressing my fist to my mouth in an effort to keep myself together. I was vaguely aware of the fluttering of wings as Cass disappeared once more.
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"Because- I know I'm gonna live to regret this- but I'm officially on your team," Balthazar was telling Sam. "You bastards."
"And we should believe you why?" I asked, making my presence known.
"Would you believe I had a shred of decency?" the angel asked.
"No," Sam answered.
"Oh. That hurts."
Sam raised his eyebrows and Balthazar continued.
"Okay, you're right. It's survival. You see, I asked Cass some questions and I disliked his answers. He seems awfully sure of himself for a man who wants to swallow a million nuclear reactors. I mean, these things can get a bit Chernobyl, you know? So, voila. Consider me your double agent. Oh, and I took the liberty of searching for your family. Uh, took a while. Crowley's a clever one."
"You found them?" I asked hopefully.
"Well, the upside is yes, uh, the downside is no, I can't get them for you."
"Why not?" Sam demanded.
"Because Crowley's angel-proofed the whole bloody building. I guess he doesn't trust Cass. Seems that marriage is going swimmingly."
"Okay, well get us as close as you can," I told him.
"Sure," Balthazar nodded. "But then you're on your own."
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She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}
Fanfiction-BOOK 2 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ It's been four months since Dean went to Hell, and they've all taken it pretty hard. However, when Ellie hears her angel's voice in her head for the first time since the attack, it starts a chain of event...
