Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

He's Gone

Dean:

What the hell was Cas going on about? He was scaring Khalilah, the person he claimed to have been doing all of this for. But he was staring at us, Kali's bright blue eyes wide as Bobby started to get to his knees. "Well, all right then. Is this good, or you want the whole "forehead to the carpet" thing? Lilah?" Then he looked at us. "Guys?"

My brother and I started to kneel, but Castiel shook his head. "Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear. You only love the Archangel Khalilah."

"Cas..." Sam tried.

But he just shot him down. "Sam, you have nothing to say to me; you stabbed me in the back." Then he looked back at us. "Get up."

"Castiel, come on, this isn't you." Khalilah begged, putting a hand on his arm. "Brother, please..."

"The Castiel you knew is gone."

Yeah, I was getting that now. "So what, then? Kill us? Kill your sisters soul mate?"

He considered me for a long moment. "What a brave little ant you are. You know you're powerless, you wouldn't dare move against me again. That would be pointless. So I have no need to kill you, not even to make a point to Khalilah. Not now. Besides...once you were my favourite pets before you turned and bit me."

"Who are you?" Kali asked him, stepping back towards me.

"I'm God." What, you were on a tortilla in Mexico? "And if you stay in your place, you may live in my kingdom. If you rise up, I will strike you down. Not doing so well, are you Sam?"

My brother shook his head. "I'm fine..." He cleared his throat. "...I'm...fine."

Kali stayed in front of us, the only one who could potentially take him out. "You said you would fix him - you promised! And you said I could have it back, the Archangel's blade."

"IF you stood down, which you hardly did." Castiel told her pointedly. "Be thankful for my mercy. I could have cast your mate back into the pit, and sent you back to your parents in 2018, and take out the Stone Angel that sent you here in the first place."

No, no, no, you couldn't do that! "Cas, come on, this is nuts! You can turn this around, please!"

"I hope for your sake this is the last you see me. Khalilah, I expect you to call into Heaven at least twice a week."

"Dude, how do I get there?!"

But then he was gone, and we looked at each other for a moment, before Sammys nose started to bleed. "Sam, you okay?"  He fell to the ground, and sliced open his hand, before Kali grabbed him, holding him up. Not that he was conscious.

SUPERWHOLOCK

Baby, I am so sorry for everything you are always put through. It's horrible, and I wish that I could have stopped this, and just kept you safe. "Come on." I groaned, trying to put the dented metal of the car roof up with my feet.  "Come on, baby!"

And then Khalilah appeared next to me, and kicked it nearly back in just one, before handing me a beer. "So, you fixin' her or primal screamin'?"

"Ah, thanks, Sweetie." I smiled, both of us stuck in the dented and beaten Impala as I took the drink. "How's Sam?"

"He's still under. But alive." She told me, sipping her own fruit juice. "I don't know how to fix him, I'm so sorry, Dean..."

Oh, it wasn't your fault, none of this was your fault, baby... "Yeah? What about God part deux?"