Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}

96| Tessa

Dean, Cass and I entered Cass's private office and Dean shut the door so the other angels wouldn't be able to listen in.

"Will you stow the baggage, Ellie?" he addressed me. "Look, we've got a case. Let's work it. Cass, did you know the angel in that video?"

"Yes. His name was Oren. He was a new recruit. He worked in community outreach."

"And what does that mean?" I practically growled.

"Some of my troops are stationed at a local hospital. They help where they can. Minor miracles- it's nothing that would draw attention."

"So, what was he doing in that video, with the stabbing?" Dean asked.

"The Enochian runes that were carved into his chest- I... I think that they were meant to focus energy. When he stabbed himself, it unleashed all that power."

"So, what about the girl? What happened to her?"

"If she was the target, if the blast was focused on her, then more likely than not, she- she was atomized. So, what do we do now?"

"Well, you don't do jack," I informed the angel. "Me and Dean will head to the hospital, see if we can find somebody who knew this... walking nuke."

"Hold on," Cass protested. "These are my people. I can help."

"Well, that's sort of the problem. I mean, the Manson girls aren't gonna give us a straight answer with Charlie in the room, so just hang back."

"So, I should just sit here?"

"Pretty much."

"No," Cass glared at me. "If you don't want my help, I will follow Josiah's trail to Colorado. I have to do something, Eleanor."

"Alright, fine. But Dean's coming with you."

"What?" Dean looked at me, startled.

"Because you don't trust me?" Cass asked.

"To help," I corrected, giving both of them a pointed look.

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At the hospital, I was questioning a female angel in a doctor's coat. We sat at a table in the boiler room.

"What do I call you?" I asked her.

"My angelic name is 18 syllables long. Let's stick with Flagstaff."

"Copy," I nodded. "So, you knew this Oren guy?"

"We worked together at the hospital," Flagstaff confirmed. "He was a joy- bright, full of life."

"Yeah, I hear he had a real explosive personality."

"Do you think this is a joke?"

"Do you see me laughing," I stared at her, stone faced. "Is there anything else you can tell me about him? For example, why he'd light his own fuse?"

"No. Can I go? I have lives to save."

"Welcome to the club," I said and she smirked at me. "Something funny?"

She shrugged at me, eyes twinkling.

"Not funny, 'ha ha'. But you thinking you help people- it's amusing. I help people. A clogged artery here, a tumor there. I do good in this world. You- You've been hanging around Dean Winchester long enough that you're starting to share the belief every problem can be solved with a gun. You play the hero, but underneath the hype, you're a killer with oceans of blood on your hands. I hate people like you."

I stared calmly across the table at her, and then in one fluid motion, leapt to my feet and threw the table aside. I threw Flagstaff and her chair backwards, catching them before they hit the ground and pressed an angel blade to her throat.