She Has Wings. | Castiel

Death's Holiday.

Chapter Eight

I stayed away from the interview and stayed at the motel doing research, they both came in as I sat on the bed with the laptop in my hand. "Hey? Anything?" I asked and Dean chuckled.

"Cancer survivor, clinically dead!" Sam said.

"But now he's taking his wife to dinner for their 20th anniversary," Dean added and I hummed.

"Well! The deaths stopped 10 days ago, last death was a kid named Cole Griffth." I said and they hummed sitting down.

"What do you think?" Sam asked.

"Well, maybe it's just a miracle-"

"Since when do those happen in our experience?" I asked and Dean huffed.

"No deals! No nothing. Maybe they ain't leaving."

"Maybe because theirs no one to help them leave," I said and they looked at me. "Death takes a holiday?" I asked and they hummed.

"You're right. If death isn't around then they won't leave." Sam said and Dean hummed.

"So what the local reapers on strike? Playing the back nine?" Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "I don't know guys."

"Then let's talk to someone who might," I said. "The kid was last to die then wouldn't he know something...?" I asked and they looked at me. "Let's go talk to him," I said and that night we went to the graveyard to work on the ritual.

"This job is jacked," Dean said.

"How so?" I asked rubbing my hands together.

"You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse? Pbbt!! sure, I'll light it up! This though? We face this and people will start dropping dead! Innocent, good people!"

"Look Dean, I don't want them to die either but there's a natural order," Sam said and I nodded.

"You're kidding, right? You don't see the irony in that? We're the poster boys of the unnatural order! All we do is ditch death!"

"The normal rules don't apply to us Dean-o," I said and he laughed.

"We aren't different than anyone else." He said and I laughed.

"Sam has demon blood pumping in him, you've been to hell and back. LITERALLY! And I'm a fucking angel." I said looking at him like he was crazy and he looked at me.

"I know you wanna think of yourself as Joe the plumber dean but you're not! Neither are we! Sooner you accept that the better off you are."

"We're all freaks, my man," I said standing up.

"Ah, Joe the plumber was a douche," Dean said and I giggled, as he began playing with his breath in the cold air.

"Let's finish this," I said and he nodded getting up

"Hey!" We were cut off by the grave keeper and I froze up hiding behind dean.

"Hey hey, just take it easy!"

"What the hell is this?" He asked looking at the ground.

"This? Oh uh, this isn't what it looks like." Dean said.

"Really? Cause this looks like devil worship."

"What!? No! No! This isn't devil worship, this- this is-" he stuttered. "This is the... I don't have a good answer." Dean said and I stepped out to look.

"Look we're leaving," Sam said and I pointed to the grave keeper.

"Alistair!" I said and the boys looked at me, then at him. His eyes rolled back to white.