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- Third-person point of view -
"Lilly!" Dean's voice sounded dull to the angel, who stood glued to the asphalt. The heat coming from the vehicle was to be felt from multiple feet away, but that didn't stop the brother from running at it at full speed. Castiel stood still not out of fear but out of shock. A battlefield laid out before him. The light the flames admitted just bright enough for them to be visible. Five bodies decorated the road, and under them, beautifully large black wing imprints. Lost in what laid before him, Castiel moved ever so slightly after Bobby ran passed, a fire extinguisher in his hands. The push made him take a couple of more steps, to the nearest body. Not only had the angel been killed, but it had been slaughtered. Multiple stab wounds all over the vessel's torso made it clear it wasn't just self-defense. It was rage.
His mind was racing. Questions and doubts flashed before his eyes. Was she possessed? Did she do this? How? If Lilly did -- Cas' eyes jumped up for the first time at the next thought. Is she still alive?
"Cas!" Dean sounded who had taken over the extinguisher but was struggling with it. Seated on the ground, her back leaning against the very vehicle that stood aflame, Lilly rested. Sam tried his hardest to get her away from it and time was limited when another small explosion escaped from underneath the hood. Dean jumped back after letting a sound go that he probably never wanted to be mentioned again. Castiel went and reached for Lilly, who seemed glued to the ground stuck in whatever state her mind was in. Her eyes were wide open, seemingly alert but not responsive in the slightest. After hesitation, he hooked his arm into hers and together with Sam carried her over to the Impala where she broke down. Seated on the hood, it was as if the familiar feeling brought her back to earth. Sam standing next to her, his hand awkwardly hovering over her back, not sure what to do. The angel spoke,
"Lilly," causing her eyes to shoot up, making direct contact with those of Cas who stood in front of her.
"You got to," she whined as she took a step forward, "you got to bring him back," crashing into his body, her fists slammed onto his chest.
"Lilly," Castiel whimpered.
"Thomas--" she wept his name before letting a heartbreaking wail go as her fists banged on his chest in sorrow. The angel wrapped his arms around her to not only try and give her comfort but to also calm her down.
"I can't do that,' the angel spoke softly, trying his hardest not to fall over his own words.
"I can't do this anymore--' Lilly cried as she gathered hands full of the angel's trench coat in hopes it would give her some stability. "I let Thom rot away in a warehouse on a dirty floor, surrounded by the ones that killed him. I let that happen. I did," her voice was weak and so were her legs that tried to give away. "his bones still lay there; his dad never knew what happened to his only son. That's on me!" she shrieked. "I deserved to have died that night. Not him." She took a step back, revealing her eyes, no longer how they looked to herself. Yet puffy and red from the crying as the colors of the fire reflected on her wet cheeks. "I'm done--' she simply spoke, but that didn't sit right with Sam.
