She Has Wings. | Castiel

Spectator.

Chapter Nine

We walked threw a huge crash, and all the alarms went off as we did, Castiel holding my hand, holding his free one up, and silencing all the cars. "What are we doing here?" I asked.

"Six angels have been murdered." He said and I bit my lip. "All from my garrison." He said as we walked through it. "This will be the seventh." He said and we stood at the body, he let go of my hand to reach down and look at her wound. "Goodbye, sister." He whispered.

"How?"

"We don't know." He said and I sighed, hearing the police.

"Come, let's go," I said and he wrapped an arm around me, and we were suddenly in a hotel room.

"Like Y/N leaves so abruptly, and hasn't said a word since!" Dean said as he walked in and he freezes, Cas now stood like a statue, while Uriel stood ready to speak, and I stood beside Castiel.

"Winchester and Winchester," Uriel said.

"Oh come on!" Dean groaned.

"You are needed," Uriel said and Dean rolled his eyes.

"You already got Y/N!" He growled. "We just got back from needed!" He yelled.

"You mind your tone with me," Uriel warned.

"No, you mind your tone with us!" He yelled and I looked at Castiel who looked upset.

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral," Sam said.

"Yeah, Pamela, psychic Pamela! You remember her." He said. "Cas you remember her! You burned her eyes out!" He said.

"Dean," I growled.

"Good times! Then she died saving one of your seals!" He said. "Where were you Y/N!? Could use your healing..." He said and I felt my nose sting, tears threatening to escape, one did.

"Dean." Sam slapped his chest and Dean looked at me, and then looked sympathetic, I hated that. I looked away from them both.

"You angels need to stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five fucking minutes!" He yelled Castiel put his hand on my shoulder.

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes."

"What was that again? What exactly do you want with me!?" He growled.

"Start with gratitude," Uriel muttered and I rolled my eyes wiping my tears.

"Dean we know this is difficult to understand-"

"And we!..." Uriel sent him a warning look. "Don't care." He said Cas looked forward, and I took his hand into mine. "Now seven angels have been murdered, all from our garrison. The last was killed tonight." He said.

"Demons?" Uriel nodded his head. "How are they doing it?"

"We don't know." He sighed.

"I'm sorry what exactly do you want us to do about it?" Sam asked. "A demon with that much juice seems to be out of our league."

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much."

"Once we find whoever it is," Cas said for clarification.

"So you want us to hunt the demon down?" Dean asked.,

"Not quite. We have Alistair."

"He'll give you a name."

"Alistair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse." Can say pulling me to the middle of the room.

"Yeah well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean you are out of your league." Dean said.