Damaged

Chapter Thirty-Two: Order

    After Lilith's betrayal, and her plan; which all along was just to kill me, and place my head on a spike. The bitch was going to get a hell lot of anger from me. But she was clever, hid her tracks, blocked my magic from locating her. But I did like killing her demons along the way, she might hide from me, but the dwindling of her numbers was close enough. The Winchesters were far from my mind at this point, my focus was on Lilith, but there was only so much I could do.

"Where is she!" I yelled to the male demon I had trapped in a devil's trap, he was bloody, and broken in so many ways, but he would not give in. "If you don't talk, there is going to be so much more pain," I forced the words through gritted teeth, angry that he wouldn't talk. His silence only confirmed his loyalty to Lilith. "Fine," I began to roll up my sleeves from my red jacket I was currently wearing. "I could send you back to Hell, or even kill you. But there is a fate far worse than those... Burning in Hellfire for all eternity," the demon's eyes met with mine, and widened at the thought.

"No you can't," he states, his voice shaky. "Hellfire is for Lucifer, and his most powerful," the demon was so scared that I could summon such a fire.

"Shall we test it?" I questioned with an arched eyebrow, while I raised my left hand and swirled my hand around. Fire generated at my palm, growing in size for a moment, creating a ball of heat. Which was so intense, he could feel it from where he sat. But suddenly, I felt an angelic presence from behind.

"Hello, Castiel," I was smug in saying his name as I spun on my heels to face him. "What brings you this place," I cast my gaze around the abandoned farmhouse. I had a thing for isolation.

"You," he was monotone in his reply, and with a blink of an eye he vanished, and appeared in the circle with the demon. Placing a hand on his forehead and he began to scream, light pierced through his eyes and lit him up as the demon was being smited.

"I was using him for information," I was pissed as I spun around to see the demon limp in the chair, eyes burned out. "Guess I can't now," I swirled my hand around, and closed my fingers into my palm as the fire diminished. "Now, what do you want?" I crossed my arms, eyeing Castiel, as he stepped across the line.

"Sam Winchester is being held by his brother because of his intake of demon blood," Castiel announces, wanting to see me change in some sort of expression but I didn't.

"Castiel, you think I did not know?" I chuckled at the end of my comment, but his expression didn't change. "His darkness comes from the demon blood coursing through his veins. His intake of it would only grow his power," a smile danced across my lips, as this wasn't news to me. "Maybe some detoxing will do him some good," my eyes drifted down his figure, my mind wandering with the possibility of fun we could both have. I bit my bottom lip, in a seductive way. "You know. We could always find other ways to occupy ourselves," my lustful gaze wandered back up to meet his dumbfounded expression. "Right, angel virgin," I scoffed to myself, and turned around knowing I wasn't going to get any piece of action.

"This isn't up for debate," he was strong in his tone, but restrained himself from going overboard. He was speaking to me like I was a fellow angel, and was being given ordered.

"I'm not an Angel Castiel," I swirled on my heels, and locked eyes with him, but they were more like daggers being thrown his way. "I don't take orders from the likes of you. So, I suggest you leave before I kill you where you stand," I was firm and direct, as I took my steps closer to him. Coming inches from his face, but his expression never changed.

"No," he had the nerve to reply back to me; though I wasn't shocked. I opened my mouth to say something, but my vision changed in a blink of an eye. I was no longer standing in an abandoned farm house, but a house that was familiar to me.

"It's either trust the angels, or let Sammy trust a demon?!" Dean's husky voice yelled through the hallway. That son of a bitch, he landed me smack in the middle of this. I didn't want to stay for this. I flourished my hand up, ready to be whisked away from here, but nothing came of my power. I hastily did it again, but alas it was the same. I growled from the back of my throat, enraged that Castiel did this to me.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps raced from the living room, and into the hallway, but they totally missed my presence and ran straight for the basement door, and headed down. I turned to the front door, and gripped the door knob tightly, ready to turn it. But I couldn't twist it, I couldn't physically go through that door without seeing if Sam was alright. Like I told Sam, I had grown fond of them. I groaned at the betterment of my judgment, and loosened my grip on the doorknob and spun on my heels, heading into the living room to wait for their return.

Five minutes flew by, I wasn't nervous. Dean and Bobby seeing me sitting on their couch, will probably make them draw their guns and point them at me. With the thought in mind, their heavy footsteps came bounding back up the steps, and into the hallway, before both turned into the living room. They both froze at the sight of me, for a mere moment, but Dean pulled free his gun from his jeans waist and Bobby lunged to the desk and opened one of the drawers and cocked a handgun and raised it to aim it at me. However, I just sat there, one of my legs draped over the other. My expression was a smiley one, as their guns really didn't bother me.

"Are you here to finish us off?" Dean states angrily. "Because I'm not in the mood, and I will put a bullet between those eyes!" He was really feisty today, which was hot on him.

"Anger suits you Mister Winchester," I offered a flirty wink, but he just scoffed at my comment. "But you may remember that Lilith was going to place my head on a spike like you, and your brothers. So, she hasn't got my support no longer," I uncrossed my legs, and stood to my feet, not scared that they would shoot me. "I'm here because I want to help-"

"Help?! From you?! The back-stabbing bitch!" Dean cut me off, and raised his voice at me, but I stopped at the end of the barrel.

"Frankly, you need all the help you can get," I spoke softly, raising my hand up, and placed it on the cool metal of the gun, and slowly lowered it as the pointed look I was giving him was making him back down. He knew I was right, he needed all the help he could gather. "Even though I'm half-demon, I still have a soul, and I don't want the world in flames," I crossed my arms over my chest, staring at Dean, hoping he would come to his senses, and remember the past as it is. The past.

"I still don't trust you," he said through a clenched jaw, but I only smiled at his response. "That will never change," he looked at me in disgust, as if being half-demon was worse than being a full one right now. His emotions were all over, and I couldn't blame him. Truth be told, it kind of hurt. Being around them has changed me, and I don't know if it's for the better...

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A/N

Sorry for a late update guys! I've been ill these past weeks, and I've finally feel better! I hope you all enjoy this short chapter!