Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

One Last Call- Destiel

I've been having a tough week. I know I said I'd be doing happy chapters, but I need to let some emotions out.

This is based off a prompt I found.

Hester held the angel blade, twisting it in the daylight as if it could slice up the sun. Castiel glanced up at her, trying to read her face, which remained emotionless as ever. He stood up from the park bench he was sitting at and readied the knife up his sleeve.

"Hester," Castiel greeted cautiously.

"Castiel," she responded coldly.

"Why are you here? In a park of all places-"

"You know why I'm here, Castiel. You've broken many laws over the course of your lifetime. We've spent too much time trying to fix you but I fear there is no fixing what you have done now. Falling in love with a human- the Righteous Man to be precise."

Castiel shifted his weight. He knew the weight of his crimes. He had been killed for them, tortured for them, and he had hid from them. But he did not regret his actions. He believed in free will, something that the Winchesters had taught him. Castiel believed in standing up for what he believed was right and encouraging others to do that as well. He especially did not regret falling in love with Dean Winchester. He was going to stand up for that, more so now that he knew the man loved him too.

"I will not submit to these 'crimes,'" Castiel said. He tilted his chin up and took a step closer to Hester, treading lightly in case of a fight. "The world has changed, for the better. It is best that we accept this change and fight for it."

"Stop trying to be heroic, Castiel," Hester sneered.

"I'm not a hero."

"You're right. You're expendable."

With that, she lunged. Her knife aimed right between Castiel's eyes. However, Castiel had enough training to know exactly what she was going to do.

In a fluid movement, the blade dropped from his sleeve and into his hand. It immediately rose up and collided with Hester's knife and stopped it from reaching it's target.

Hester released and stepped to the side, Castiel swiveled to face his opponent, never breaking eye contact. Her menacing eyes were glowing with power, her grace starting to show through.

Onlookers at the park stopped what they were doing and stared. A few even lifted their phones to call 911 and take video.

Castiel reached forwards and pulled Hester to the bushes and ducked behind a tree, then he took off to a more secluded place.

The angel landed on a mountain top, somewhere in the Himalayas. Hester arrived shortly after.

"You can't run forever, Castiel," she snarled as she launched another attack. Their blades met once more with a resounding 'clang.' They were both good swordsmen and had been trained in every form of combat. Though Castiel was better.

It was clear that Hester was tiring and loosing the battle. Castiel had managed to stab through her arm, causing her to drop her knife.

"Do it. Kill me. Then all of our brothers and sisters will see what you truly are- a freak!"

"I won't kill you, Hester," Castiel sighed taking a step back. His footfall crunching through the snow. She smiled softly but there was a gleam in her eye.

"Then you are as good as dead yourself."

Castiel was alerted to two incoming angels, more approaching, just in case. He turned, but he turned too late.