REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 24

Jackie's POV

The angel, the one who I thought I could be spared the pitiful look from, gives me exactly what I didn't want or need.

"Jackie," he tells me, standing up from the chair. "If I had known what was going on... We could have stopped this. I could have done something. Azrael had been on the brink of violence and the Garrison didn't do anything."

His blue eyes flash with regret and sympathy, but its the guilt that I see too that makes my heart cringe.

"Castiel," I start, sliding off the counter. "This is not your fault. None of this is. Actually, its nobody's fault except Azrael's. He started this seventeen years ago. Not you, not the Garrison."

"Yes, but, the Garrison was fully capable of stopping him if we had known he were planning this. We knew of the prophecy but not who it had called for. But we could have figured it out. We could have saved both your father and mother."

I let out a deep sigh. "Cas." I run one hand through my hair. "Please just... Shut up. Its not your fault. All we can do is figure this out right now. That's the best we can do."

He nods slightly. "Alright."

"Cas," Dean interjects, "What can we do about all this? I mean, he practically said he be back for Jackie. Who knows what he's planning, or when it's supposed to go down. We know nothing about this prophecy."

Cas gives a small shrug. "Actually, we have the prophecy, we have for many centuries, we just haven't had a translation until this point."

"Okay, so where's the prophecy?" Sam asks. "Maybe we can figure it out now."

The angel nods in agreement. "It is held where all the other prophecies and records are kept: the archives of the Garrison. I can retrieve them-"

And with that, Cas is gone. Eyes roam around the room questioningly, but within another second, Cas is back with some sort of slab of rock in his hand.

He sets it down on the table, where we can all now see the symbols and scratches in the stone. Seeing my confused face, Cas gives further explanation. "It's a tablet. Many of the Lord's prophecies are written in such stone, just as this one is."

"And the writing?" I ask, not recognizing the language. 

"It's written in Enochian."

"So what does it say?" I'm eager to know what all this tablet contains.

"It says, 'the dawn of creation will alter its origins in order to enhance its further generations. The angel who brings death will return for the one who is destined to defy it, and together terminate those unworthy of the new age.'

"The English translation is a bit choppy," Cas observes.

"You've had this prophecy for how many centuries and you just now bring it out?" Bobby asks gruffly.

"The Garrison chooses to focus on prophecies of grave importance, or those that they can work with," Cas regretfully informs us. "This was, until recently, not one of those prophecies."

"Annie and Tim are both dead because of that damned angel!" Bobby raises his voice. "And he's coming for Jackie next! You don't call that important?" I can see Bobby getting more and more frustrated by the second.

Realizing that Bobby has a point, my heart practically stops. It doesn't stop because of the fact that I'm clearly Azrael's next stop. It stops because the angels knew about this prophecy, and now it looks like they just stood by and let everything happen. Everything, meaning both my parents' deaths.