Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Commanders

Kali:

Oh, the boys, my boys... They were here at the command centre, and it was the longest Dean and I had been apart since I got back from being a Doctor, so the minute he was here I kissed him, letting him pick me up and just hold me for a moment as Sammy hugged Cas and Suze, who was working on predicting individual outcomes for the Angels. They liked her, had to say. "I missed you, my Wife."

"I missed you too, husband." I smiled, nuzzling my nose against his, needing to tell him so much, but I was so afraid to. "So glad you're here."

"Me too." He smiled back, before looking between Cas and I. "So...Commanders? Both of you?"

My brother shook his head. "Yeah, not my idea. They had no leader, and they insisted on following us, as Khalilah is an Archangel, and therefore our actual leader."

Dean just shrugged, roughly tickling me but I quickly shoved him off. "Yeah. No, we get it. You're rock stars. That includes you over there, Suzy Lou." 

My cousin gave a rock n roll gesture and a grin in response as Cassy smiled fondly at her. "Bartholomew is dead. Malachi was murdered by Gadreel, and with Metatron as powerful as he is now, we needed to do something.

"So this war between angels is really gonna happen, huh?"

Yeah, like I was going to let my people die for the sake of a stupid dictator. "Not if we can find a diplomatic option for getting rid of Metatron." He gave me a dubious look. "Dean, this angel-on-angel violence -- it has to end. Someone has to say enough."

"And that someone is you? You and Castiel?" Sam asked me as I pulled down my loose battle dress, going for a Diana Prince Wonder Woman look with the boots. I liked cosplay.

"That brings me to why you're here." Cas agreed as I sat down, suddenly really interested in what Dean smelt like. Had he always smelt that good? "We have a prisoner. It's an angel from Metatron's inner circle. I need to know what they're planning, but so far, he's revealed nothing."

Which my husband looked at me in surprise for. "So, you're done with the rough stuff, and you want us to be your goons? Kali, you're toxic to angels as well as demons." Yeah, well, I was just as likely to kill as you right now.

Cas shrugged slightly, putting his hand on Suzy's shoulder. "Well, you've had success at these situations before. If you don't want to do it, I understand."

"Who says I don't want to do it?"

So him and Sammy got to work, spending hours down there as I paced slightly, for some reason having a load of people under my command making me feel antsy and nervous. "You need to rest, sister, it's not good for-"

"You're the one to told me to stop, Cas." I told him, glaring at him, suddenly full of the biggest rage ever, but then stopped, breathing shallowly. "S, s, sorry... It, it's so, so hard, you don't understand. I can feel it, the Mark. My soul takes away the taint of his, meaning that part of his anger goes to me, and then, then.." I looked down, feeling so ashamed to call myself an Angel, but at the same time, I couldn't do what probably needed to be done. When was I going to get this chance again? "He's angry, so, so angry..."

"I know, I know, Khalilah, but I'm not worried for, for that, I'm worried for you, alright? You're the important one here." He told me, before frowning as the boys came back. "Sam, Dean?"

They told us how somehow, in just a short amount of time, the Angel came up dead, and I knew Dean wasn't responsible. "It's unbelievable. I mean, he was fine when we left him."

My husband nodded, his arms around me tight. "I barely touched the guy."

Little Winchester sighed in confusion. "Still shackled, no weapon. It wasn't suicide."