My World and Hers (a Sam Winchester love story)

Chapter 10: The Third Man (part 2)

<Keira's POV>

"Thanks for the name, Castiel. We'll make good use of it," a man that suddenly appears across the room says.

Before any of us can react, the man rushes at Cas, a huge silver dagger in his hand. I recognize it as an archangel's blade. I've never seen one in person, but Kristy has explained them to me. But nothing can compare to seeing the real thing going for someone you know.

Luckily, Kristy is not nearly as hesitant. While Cas is holding back the arm that the other angel has the blade in, Kristy sneaks up behind him slides her own dagger between his ribs. Another one appears behind her and pulls her arms behind her back, but that doesn't rescue his companion. The first angel falls to the floor.

Realizing that he's outnumbered, the angel holding Kristy releases her and disappears. She mutters an insult to follow as she picks up her fallen dagger, but doesn't otherwise look as if she's going to go after the angel.

"Who were those guys?" Dean asks.

"Soldiers of Raphael," Kris answers, wiping her blade off on the dead angel's suit before making him disappear.

"We have to find the weapons and Balthazar before Raphael does. Whoever has the weapons wins the war," Cas adds, walking around and gathering some things together.

"I thought whoever had Kristy on their side wins the war," Dean says.

"I can only take down so many angels. Besides, even I'm not immune to God's weapons."

Cas looks down at the ingredients in his hands.

"I need myre."

"Myre?" Sam asks, but Kris just nods.

"I'm on it," and she disappears.

Cas goes over to the small, round wooden table by the kitchen and set up his materials, getting out a silver bowl. Kris reappears and hands him the myre and he goes on to draw some symbols on the table. As they do all this, Dean continues to question Cas.

"What happens if Raphael wins? What does he want?" he asks.

"What he's always wanted. To end the story the way it was written," Cas answers, still working on his ritual.

"You mean the Apocolypse? The one we derailed?"

"Yes, that one. He wants to put it back on the rails."

I watch Cas work, intrigued. I've never seen magic, but this looks pretty cool to me.

"Why would he want to do that?" I ask.

"He's a traditionalist," Kris tells me, standing beside Cas.

"May I see your hand?" he asks.

Cluelessly, I thrust my hand out toward him. He takes it, flips it over palm up, and drags the edge of a blade across my flesh, slicing my hand open. I yelp, and try to pull my hand back, but Cas has it too tight. My blood trickles and drips into the silver bowl.

"Why would you do that?" I ask, hurt not just physically.

"Aw," Kris says, sounding sincerely sympathetic, "we would have used ours, but it wouldn't work, we're not human."

"You could have warned me," I mumble softly as Sam pulls me away from the table to patch up my hand.

I hear Kris clear her throat and then a moment later Cas says, "I apologize for not warning you, Keira."

I nod at him with a weak smile. He focuses back on his task, muttering words in a strange foreign language.

"Got it," he says a second later and looks at Kris, who nods.