REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 25

Jackie's POV

Sam grabs my arm before I can make any move in my search for Zeke. He had to be over in the garage somewhere, and I was going to find out.

Both of us freeze as, across the lot, Dean and Bobby appear with Castiel by their side. Azrael lifts his head up and finally opens his eyes.

"Castiel. I haven't seen you in a long while." The stress on his words makes me wonder just what  happened last time they met.

"Azrael." Castiel nods in a formal way. I have no idea why he would, considering all Azrael's done to the Garrison and myself personally. I guess that's just Castiel, though. Proper, formal.

"Alright, enough with the formalities," Bobby interrupts. "I'm giving you ten seconds to get the hell off my property before I fill you so full of rock salt you start crapping margaritas."

I take his distraction as my chance to go in search of Zeke. Once I know he's okay, I'd be able to sort everything out. But not before.

I motion for Sam to follow me. I awkwardly begin my crouched-down duck walk, trying my best to be as silent as possible. Heading towards the back of the garage, Sam and I keep our ears tuned in to the conversation occurring on the other side of the scrap metal we hide behind.

"Alright, alright" Azrael laughs. "I just want to know one thing."

We've come to the edge of scrap metal, to the point where if we wanted to head for the garage, we'd have to leave our cover and run in the open for about twenty feet. Sam motions for us to stop, deciding we should wait for our best opportunity to go without being seen. Well, without me being seen, really. Azrael has no beef with Sam Winchester, as far as we know. But if he saw me, who knows what he'd do. I'm why he's even here in the first place.

"Actually, I want to know two things," he adds.

"One." He folds his hands in front of him, something I find looks extremely out of place considering it is somewhat of an adult and formal gesture. Azrael's vessel had to be no more than 25, so the movement looked alien.

"Why in the world, Castiel, would you even think a simple angel warding spell would hide Jackie Kaiser from me? It's so pathetic. I'll give it to you, it was a nice try. Useless, but still, props to you."

Sam looks at me to find what I'm sure is a pissed off face of mine. So much for burning my rib cage.

"Technically, it was my idea, but that's okay. I'll share the recognition." I can't see Dean from my spot, but the sarcasm in his voice is thick enough that I can clearly imagine his face.

"Dean Winchester, aren't you a special little one. I always wondered what it was that made you so different. I could never figure it out."

"I like to think it's my charming personality and flawless taste in music."

Azrael laughs once, not at all amused by Dean's jokes.

"The truth is, you could never hide Jackie Kaiser from me. Not you Castiel, not any spell or any type of magic. I know where she is every second of every day. And I know what she's doing right now."

Mine and Sam's eyes meet, but even before I open my mouth, Azrael had taken advantage of the situation yet again.

Instead of being hidden behind an old mustang convertible, crouched down and peering through the scrap metal at what was happening, we are suddenly both kneeling in the middle of the lot. A feeling of nausea rushes to my stomach, but I swallow to keep it down.

Only the sight of black boots standing next to me, along with a dark shadow looming over me gives me the slightest hint at what had happened.

My head flies up and my soft brown eyes meet with the dark blue ones of Azrael's vessel.