Revived to Fall (Book Two: Supernatural fanfic)

Holy Terror

Angels were slaughtering each other.

I was trying to figure out what was happening exactly.

I heard Castiel praying to me. "Ava... I'm... unfamiliar with this end of the process. I know you have questions that you are searching for answers that don't seem to exist. And I know that you said you would come when you had found them, but... things might be closer to home than you think. I need your help. I'm lost. I need your guidance. Please hear my prayer. I don't know how humans do it."

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I got to the motel room where Cas had been praying from, getting out of my car, walking toward the room, inside. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

"Hello to you, too," Castiel told me, closing the door behind me.

I turned to face him. "Cas, do you know how many Angels could have heard your prayer? How many of them who could be on their way right now?"

"I'm warded, and I was hoping that I would seem like just another desperate human that the... the militants couldn't care less about," Castiel told me.

"Cas, you prayed to me," I told him. "They know of only three humans who would pray to me, and you're one of them. Why didn't you call me?"

Castiel didn't understand what I meant, pointing to his head. "I did call you." I held up my phone. "Oh. I, uh, I ran out of minutes, and I don't get paid... until the end of the month."

I closed my eyes, slightly exasperated, putting a hand to my head. "Why didn't you summon me, then? You know, like you boys loved to do before I died. You summoned me every time I turned around. I wouldn't officially be back until someone summoned me."

"I didn't have the ingredients," Castiel answered.

"Not so easy now, is it?" I asked. I sighed. "No, it--it's fine."

"What did you find?" Castiel asked.

"I found out more about Bartholomew," I answered. "He's in a blood feud with another faction. It's madness."

"Who leads the opposition?" Castiel asked.

"Malachi," I answered.

"Malachi?" Castiel repeated. "The anarchist?"

"He's become equals with Bartholomew," I told him. "In some ways, worse."

"But there's still those like you who want to stay out of it," Castiel told me.

"Fewer and fewer," I answered. "And, Cas, no matter how hard I try, I'm not one of them anymore. There is no other Angel like me. But each side is rounding up those who try and stay neutral. Angels are being tortured and killed if they don't pledge loyalty."

Castiel sighed. "It's worse than I thought."

"Each side wants to crush the other, overthrow Metatron, and rule Heaven," I told him. "And... Heaven under either of them would be..."

"Hell," Castiel finished.

The door was kicked in.

Four Angels burst their way in.

I looked at Castiel, sighing, knowing that this would have happened.

Castiel was shamed and horrified.

I fought, of course. I managed to kill one of them, but we were taken away.

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