Raised in Hell

EIGHT

"What the hell is there to find out?" I reply to the Angel.
"I know what I need to know about myself."I continue angrily and stand up from the bed.
I don't even realize I'm naked at first, but I still don't care. I point at the angel with a fair amount of anger and attempt to be very intimidating.
"I may be a monster but that doesn't exactly mean that you can just decide that you need to know everything about me. You won't find a single thing on me. I've been off the grid as a Nephalem my whole life, I'm pretty sure no one will have any idea what I am." I slightly yell.
He stands his ground and looks to Elade, the Nephilim. She has an angered look on her face. And then I suddenly realize that she's attempting to defend him in what little ways she can. Nephilims are so petty, their human side always corrupts their blockage of emotion. Her eyes hold a caring glance for him and then I see it. The look. It's a look of caring but of a hidden want for romance as well. People's eyes give everything away. They even give away what I thirst to break.
I look over to Sam, he's covering his eyes with his hand. I walk over to him and tear his hand from his face. I furrow my eyebrows in fake confusion.
"I'm sorry..." I say tilting my head with a fake sense of care. "Am I. Am I distracting you? Is there an issue."
"You're naked, what do you expect me to do." He replies standing tall and looking straight ahead.
"Dean am I distracting you?" I ask turning to face him. He attempts to flatten a large curve  in the blanket and flattens his mouth with a shrug.
"Umm... Kinda but -a- uh- a- in a good way." He stutters.
I smile with a combined sense of evil and sexual tension. Exactly what I wanted.
"Well, I guess if I was just some monster it wouldn't be an issue to look at me... Would it?" I say returning to Sam. I grasp his chin and pull his face to look at me.
"So look at me." I say in a voice full of intense dominance.  His eyes meet mine but search no where else.
"Look at me."I angrily gaze at him. At some point, when I have the time I'll make him look. I'll make him want to.
"Fine," I say letting go of his chin.
"Have it your way" I walk to where a  blue shirt lies, just large enough to cover my waist and about a few more inches after.
"I need to get Shax," I say and stand up from putting on the shirt. As I walk out I finally allow myself a smile as I go back over the reoccurring thought in Sam's head.
"God damn. I can't believe Dean slept with Lucifer's daughter. And holy shit  Dean slept with someone who's actually really hot."
Not a thought I'd expect from the innocent lil' Sammy Winchester.
I walked out the door and over to the Impala. She really is a beauty. Her obsidian shell  shines against the morning sun from the continuous polishing of Dean ,I would guess. It really is his Baby. I open the back door , surprisingly enough it's unlocked, to see Shax laying in wait for my return. She perks up upon seeing me and pads over to me. I pat my knee and she jumps out. Turning back to the door, I slam it shut. Shax scampers behind me as I walk through the door and crash on the bed next to Dean. She jumps up and curls up in the crook of my arm.
Sam raised his eyebrows in an odd manner.
"Seriously?" He says.
"Yeah, got an issue with adorable animals?" I reply.
"No, I just didn't expect... Wait! You left that thing in the car all night? Dean let you have an animal in the impala?" He says angrily. He seems to want a million reasons why not to like me.
"Shax, is not a thing. She's a fox. And first of all would you appreciate being her and coming in this room last night? Yeah, I didn't think so." I exclaim in defense of Shax. I'll always defend her. There's something that's so alike between us that I need to always stick by her . I turn to Dean, truly wondering his answer to his own question.
"Hey, if you think your gonna get laid you let the girl do what she wants." Dean says as though I'm not there. But I know he's lying. His mind is a jumble of thoughts but that was not his real answer. Elade glares at him from across the room. She somehow balances a look of seriousness and annoyance with in her eyes, as her eyebrows furrow downwards.
"Well what else do you want ass-tiel?" I say as I suddenly recognized him. The stories I'd heard not but ten days ago reflect upon this single angel. Such a pathetic angel though for so much power. I stand from the bed and make sure I'm positioned correctly. I'd swerved around it before but now I need to be in it.
"You know it's really nice how you call me a monster, which by the way really turns me on," I say in a sly voice. "But when it comes to little innocent Cas over here... Oh wait. You're not so innocent are you ,Castiel? Because I remember that you were the reason the Angels fell. I mean come on, not even Balthazar would of done that. And the you killed so many angels when you went on your little 'God' streak." I say and he looks down. This time I stare straight at Elade.
"And sorry to burst your little bubble of romance, but Castiel is in no way a virgin, I mean I doubt you are either but you get it." I say winking at the end of saying virgin.
"So what's the phrase" I say and suddenly become serious. "Oh yeah, the tables have turned" I say spinning my finger and making the bed stands twirl at my command. Castiel sadly looks down. He exhales a large breath of air  and  raises his head once again to speak.
"H-" he stutters and then replaces his worried look with a solemn straight face. "How do you know all this? I've never even seen you before."
"Oh sweetheart, it's no secret. Word gets around." I reply with a tinge of humor.
"You know ,to begin with I had no clue who you were ,and then I suddenly realized your features and thought: oh, what'da you know?
But anyway what are you gonna do with me?" I say smirking at their every look.
Sam points up and I can't help but smile again. I saw it when I walked in, but oh the perks of being a Nephalem.
"Oh no!" I feign in a rather sarcastic tone.
"What shall I ever do?" I say and then walk to the edge of the Devils trap. I act as though I'm stuck for a moment and see the happiness on Sam's face. However it will be short lived.
"Oh but what's this?" I say putting my arm outside the trap and then limb by limb I'm out. They all stare.
"Come on guys! You really didn't think that'd hold me... Really?" I say in a tone I've adapted  from my father's snarky attitude . 
Then Castiel is suddenly at my side. His hand is wrapped around my shoulder. His eyes glow blue but I immediately return the favor with a glint of purple deception.
We're suddenly flashed back into some kind of bunker or something. There's a long table in the middle of the large room that I'm suddenly pushed down on.  Castiel stands above me, his large hands holding down on my outstretched arms. My back and wings are pressed against the cold hard table.
"Well who would've thought this would happen." I say wrenching my face up to reach his and letting my hair fall to touch my wings.
I snarl at him and then continue my phrases.
"Well, I mean I thought you would've been smarter to say the least." I bring my forehead up to smack his own and his body flies to the other side of the room. I stand wiping my palms against one another and look back at him with my hair falling over my face. I allow my wings to show as he begins to stand up.
"Uh, uh, uh." I say, bringing out a finger and shaking it with each syllable. He stumbles for a moment but I quickly bring out my hand and plaster him to the wall as my wings flap making both of our many strands of hair fly into the air. I crack my neck and walk towards him. I bend my head down slightly letting my hair create an intimidating shadow upon my face. He squirms in my grasp but I keep my hand out. Steady and Strong. When I reach him I lean over to his ear. My face only centimeters away from him. I whisper harshly in his ear.
"Do you wanna know something?" I pause before saying in a angered tone. "Castiel." He turns his head with his mouth tightly shut.
"Are you gonna be stubborn. Aye?" I say and reach in his coat. I trail my finger down his chest until I reach the handle of his blade.
"You know, I don't even need this." I pause giving a hint of insane laughter.
"And by the way.., it's pretty hilarious that you... You thought you could bring me here and just defeat me. Is that what you thought?" I ask.
He gives a grunt and I wave my hand letting him go. He falls from the wall with yet another grunt. I walk with my back to him playing with the blade in my hand.
"Do you wanna know why I 'slept' with Dean Winchester" I ask him.
"No." He mumbles in his deep angelic voice. I suppose it makes him feel... Powerful?
"Because I need to get on their good sides. And I bet you know that is the best side of a lot of people." I say with an evil smile. I toss the Angel blade on the ground and wait for him to pick it up.
"Hit me with your best shot," I tell him with an evil look. I stretch out my arms and raise my eyebrows. He picks up the blade and stands up. He looks me deep in the eyes. His face full of hatred and another look I can't describe.
"Come on." I say with more zest. "Don't be shy, Ass-tiel!" I yell.
He bears his teeth and runs at me with the blade. We meet eye to eye as he stabs my chest. The blade erupts through my back. I smile and feign a confused look. He twists the blade and looks straight at me with a confused and worried look.
"Huh?" I say continuing the act. "How odd."
I pull the blade from my chest, pushing Castiel away with it.
"Castiel. I could snap my fingers and you'd be wiped off this earth. I could look at you and burn your vessel and then burn your goddamned grace right into nothing. But you can't even kill me with an angel blade. I mean isn't that odd." I say furrowing my brow.
"Well anyway do you wanna know what I was gonna tell you?" I pause seeing if he'll answer, and as I expected he doesn't. So I reply for him. "Yes you do." I take a moment for a long blink and then say, "So how long do you think I've been a 'Nephalem'. As in real, all the way in, Nephalem?"
He looks at me with his eyes still wide and staring at the gouge in my chest that you can see straight through. I look down at the wound and shrug.
"Still on that?" I ask with a partially confused look, "Its just a flesh wound." I say and then eye him compelling him to answer my question.
"I... I don't know. Millions of years I suppose. With the powers you've harnessed, I can't imagine your age." He says in his husky voice.
"Errrr..." I say with a hint of frustration. That quickly turns serious."You're pretty far off, but thanks... I guess." I took the age as a compliment, as in saying my skill was based on age.
"Actually I've only been full on Nephalem for three months unless you count my 'transformation', then one year and three months."
Cas continues to stare at me with a combination of awe and confusion. Then he speaks up.
"You... You were on the other side for- for a year?" He asks
"Oh but it felt like a millennium . The burning went on and on. It felt like dry ice biting at my bare skin. The fires of heaven and hell aren't any different ,there're just separate versions of a sorrowful earth." I reply. My eyes feel like they may tear up from the burning of my glowing eyes. But I keep going.
"But that wasn't even the worst of it. The feeling of being weak and unable to do a thing about? That was the worst but then when these little bitches sprouted? By god that was sure a race for pain." I said as I pointed at my wings.

"But you wouldn't know the pain would you? I mean you were just made with them. But me? I stood by with the pain of the wings. They jutted from under my skin, it felt like being stabbed by hundreds of those blades would to you. The continuous pain of their growth never stopped until he came. Lucifer came. He was the only one who comforted me. He saved me." I said with intense emotion and a single tear falling from my eye. I push it away and look directly at him. I instantly turn from my emotional break down to a serious phase. Castiel simply stared at me with a caring gaze. I wrench out my hand and make the Angel blade fly into my hand from Castiel's grasp.
I flutter my wings and appear right before Castiel with the blade in hand.
"This never happened. Nothing of this nature ever occurred. We will  go right back to the Motel. Back in time to the moment we left. Make it seem as though nothing happened" I tell him in a commanding voice as I hold the knife to his throat. My knife holds barely above the crook of his neck that holds his grace. I could take it right now. But then the brightness of a blue light envelopes both of us and we land in the middle of the fight that began hours ago.