Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Do Angels Go To Hell?

--DEAN POV--

I stared at Castiel, whose eyes were wide and he was gulping down his own pain at seeing my sister burn to death. He looked around, then opened his mouth to speak, but Keyla had opened her trap. "You can't kill an angel without a special kind of sword. Only angels posses those swords. The only thing you can do is send it back to Heaven once it finds a new vessel, or body, to take control of." Her eyes seemed to go blank, like when she remebered a fact, but soon popped back to mournful for the blonde.

Sam had his arms protectively curled around the form of our sister. Our little Paige. He mournfully and somberly rocked her pale and burning corpse, even though her eyes were glassy and her head was tossed back. Her mouth hung open, as if still trying to scream the words that had caught in her throat as death gripped her soul and tore it from her very being.

Castiel looked at her sadly, then, he looked at Keyla. "She is correct. Nothing other than those 'special swords' can kill us." He turned his blue eyes to me as he coughed once, trying to avoid the hatred in the eyes of the group for him just being an Angel.

Keyla brushed her dark brown hair behind her ear as she looked to the ground. "Dean, I don't think we should kill an Angel for this. It was an accident. Simple enough to mistake someones body is ready to be taken ahold of..."

"GOD DAMN IT!" I cut Keyla off, in which she flinched, then steeled herself again. Her eyes moved to the ground. "Angels know what bodies can handle them or not!" I growled and moved from Paige's side. "Keyla, you have no damn clue what it's like. Angels don't just make 'mistakes'! They never make mistakes!" My face was in hers as my finger was stabbing her collar bone.

Ryan, her friend, pushed me away. He was protective of Keyla, like I was of Paige. "I just lost another part of my damn family. I lost my mom. I've lost my dad. I lost Bobby. Now, I've lost Paige." Keyla was giving cold brown eyes. "I don't want to hear a damn word."

--KEYLA POV--

I tried to hold back my tongue, eyes holding back the anger boiling in me. My mouth let go and my mind had no control over it. "Dean! I lost my brothers, mother, father, and ex-husband!" My eyes flashed with crazy anger as I could feel my body inflamed with fierce anger. "I DARE YOU TO SAY I CAN'T SAY A DAMN WORD!"

A Harpy had torn my family limb-from-limb. I can still hear their screaming in my brain. Their pleads reverbriating through my skull, among the pictures of their faces painted with the blood of eachothers. It was a random attack, making me become the hunter I was today.

It was a screaming match between Dean and I before I gripped him into a tight hug. "Dean, Shut the Hell Up and Cry..." I said softly and watched him stiffen up. His body hard and cold. Then, his arms gripped onto me.