Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}

78| Broken Wings

I looked up as Dean and a man barely an inch taller than him entered the room. The other man had a pair of battered, broken, black wings on his back. It was a weird contrast to the usually fluffy, feathered wings I was used to seeing on the angels. They looked painful.

"What-" I began.

"He's here to help," Dean told me.

I watched as the angel walked over and put a hand on Sam's chest.

"You still able to cure things after the fall?" I asked.

"Yes, I should be, but... he's so weak," the angel responded.

Dean's phone rang then and he answered it.

"Who is this?"

His eyes widened and he walked out of the room. I glanced at the angel before hurrying out to see who had called Dean.

"Okay. That's great. But we got ourselves a problem," he was saying. "Sam. He's, um- they say he's dying."

He glanced over at me and I mouthed 'who is it?' to him. When he mouthed the word 'Cass' back, my jaw dropped.

"I don't know," he said into the phone. "I mean, at first he was okay, and then he wasn't. And I- have you heard my prayers? I've been praying to you all night."

We both had.

"What? Uh, everything we can. There's actually another angel working on him now. Um, his name's Ezekiel. He's cool. I mean, I think he is."

I glanced over my shoulder back at Sam's room. I could see Ezekiel still examining Sam.

"Wait, no, no, no. That's not an option," Dean said frantically. "Hey, Cass, listen to me. There are angels out there, okay? And they- they're looking for you, and they're pissed... What are you talking about?"

I chewed on my lip, listening to Dean's side of the conversation while still watching Ezekiel.

"No, Cass, I know you want to help, okay? I do, but helping angels is what got you in trouble in the first place. Now, I'm begging you- for once, look out for yourself. Until we figure out what the hell is going on, trust nobody."

I tore my gaze from the broken angel to look back at Dean.

"Damn it, Cass. You hearing yourself? There's a war on, and it's on you. There's thousands of them out th- You said you lost your grace, right?"

My eyes widened in shock, but Dean just kept on talking.

"That means you're human. That means you bleed and you eat and you sleep and all the things you never had to worry about."

Just then, the hospital started rumbling.

"Whoa," Dean said. "I think we got more company. Look, get your ass to the Bunker alone. You hear me? Go, Cass!"

He hung up and we both hurried back into Sam's room.

"One of yours?" Dean asked Ezekiel.

"Trying to secure a vessel," the angel confirmed. "We need to move."

"No, no," I shook my head. "If we move him, he dies."

"If we stay, we could all die."

I swallowed hard, hesitating as Dean grabbed a white board marker and started drawing Enochian symbols on the walls. When he finished, the walls and door were all covered in the symbols.

"Long as these are up, no angels are coming in. No one's coming out. You gonna be okay with these?"

"I'll manage," Ezekiel nodded.

I clutched my head as a ringing noise met my ears. Ezekiel appeared to be able to hear it as well, but not Dean.

"What?" he asked us.

"They're here," I said.

"Okay. Do not open this door for anyone but me or Ellie," Dean pointed at Sam. "Save him, you hear me?"

Dean and I hurried out of the room, glass flying from every window. I pulled the fire alarm as Dean shouted.

"Everybody out! Now! Get out!"

As people started running for the stairs, Dean and I came across Kim lying on the floor. My eyes widened as I saw the pair of broken black wings on her back.

"Dean, wait-"

"Hey, you got to get out of here," Dean told her, helping her up. "Come on. Come on."

I swallowed hard as another angel, this one possessing a farmer, came around the corner holding an angel blade.

"Whoa," Dean said. "Stay behind me."

He pushed the now-possessed Kim behind him, pulling out his own angel blade. Before I could warn him, Kim punched him from behind and grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

"Or not," she smirked.

The farmer angel attacked me while Kim continued to beat on Dean. Dragging us down the hall, they dumped us both on the floor, bruised and bloody.

"Let me make this easy-" Kim snarled, "tell me where Castiel is, or your brother's gonna wish he were dead."

"Yeah, good luck getting past the warding," I spat back.

"But we will."

As the farmer broke the glass around a fire axe, Kim hauled Dean upright.

"And when we do, I'm going to strip off all his skin, and you're going to watch."

"Bite me," Dean hissed.

Kim punched him, sending him flying to the ground and then kicked me so I rolled across the floor with a groan. Dean was also groaning, then laughed and got to his knees.

"Anybody ever tell you you hit like an angel?"

Kim kicked him next, sending him to the ground once more. He fell backward and then lied still.

"Dean," I groaned, dragging myself across the floor to his side.

The farmer was using the axe to break down the door of Sam's room while Kim grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, Dean still lying on the floor. As I slid down the wall onto the floor, I held up a hand.

"Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait. We'll tell you where Cass is. I just have one question," I said.

"Ask," Kim nodded.

"If Heaven is locked, then where do you go when I do this?"

I slammed my hand down onto an angel banishing sigil Dean had drawn on the floor using our blood and white light filled the corridor. Dean and I covered our eyes, turning away as both angels screamed, and when the light faded, they had vanished. Stumbling to his feet, Dean held out a hand and helped me up and then we made our way over to Sam's room where Ezekiel still sat waiting.