Fallen {Angel of War Trilogy: Book 1}

Chapter 3

"Where's Kirya?"

Dean sat up, startled, only to be hit square in the face with a pillow. Groggy and obviously hungover, he stared at his infuriated younger brother. His brother was usually only angry about a few things - and apparently it was one of those things.

"Like the hell I know Sammy. Now let me go back to sleep."

Sam's rough hands yanked him to his wobbly feet. Stumbling around for a few minutes, he slumped back down on the bed. His elbows balanced awkwardly on his knees while he tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes. The skin around his eyes relaxed after he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alright, alright I'm up. Where'd you last leave her?"

The larger brother rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "I put her in Kevin's room after she ate."

"Well," Dean said standing, brushing the creases out of his jeans and patted Sam's broad shoulder. "I told you, she's not a dog."

Dean shuffled towards the kitchen, eager to consume some sort of meal before he dove into this "mission" that he knew his brother was going to drag him into. Heavy steps of his brother haunted him to the kitchen, the glare following him unsettling. He wasn't going to get to eat anything, was he?

"Fine, whatever man." Dean's hands went up in the air and Sam could only nod in approval.

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"There was no sign of her or her things at the bunker, no footprints, no tire marks, and not one sign that she even got through the door. Are you sure she's not a full-fledged angel Cas?"

"No," Castiel said in regards to Sam's question. "She does not possess the ability to."

"Are you sure beca-"

"Yes Sam, I'm sure." The angel snapped.

"Hey, knock it off Cas he was just asking. Well, then where the hell could she be?"

"I believe I could be of service." A voice said from behind them.

The man, who acted like a king, stood confidently covered in black from head to toe. A clever grin spread across his lips and with a deep raspy voice, he took a step forward.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered, irritated by his very presence. "Where is she?"

"Nice to see you too Squirrel. Moose, Giraffe."

"Cut the crap Crowley," Sam interjected, constantly annoyed by the embellished name the King of Hell referred to him by. It wasn't his fault he was so tall.

"Oi! Now, what seems to be the problem?! I just said I was here to help did I not?"

"Why are you here Crowley?" Castiel snapped.

"Whatever happened to manners." His attention shifted to Sam, his favorite of the three after Dean's recent rejection. "While I loath the idea of helping you out after our last few encounters, I just thought you boys would like to know that your latest victim of kidnapping is with the counterpart to that Mark on your arm Squirrel." 

Irritation to worry about frustration. Castiel could see Dean's jaw lock, his own doing the same. He wanted to smite Crowley off the face of the earth, and in some future millennia, he probably would. But at this moment in time, he was crucial to their quest to rid Dean of the Mark and, to find Kirya. 

"A simple thanks is in order." The room was deathly silent. "Or not... His name's Jacob Styne and he's in Colorado. Happy driving boys." 

With a simple snap of his fingers, Crowley was gone and they were alone.