Flawed, Beautiful, Creatures

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Loves hello! If you haven't watch S08E23 of Supernatural then I have to tell you there are some spoilers here! Kinda, just a tiny bit here. But if you're like me and don't care then I encourage you to carrying on for this adventure! I just want you to know that it may appear confusing if you haven't watched it as my beginning is basically starting with the end of the episode. I hope you enjoy this!! I'll be working on this while working on Chapter 2 of Crash Landing my other story if you haven't checked that out and for those who have read it, I'm like half way done with it I promise !

*WARNING*

CONTAINS SPOILERS

SAMIFER AMD DESTIEL

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CHARACTER DEATHS (none too major)

Enjoy!!!!!

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Flawed, Beautiful, Creatures

Chapter One

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Sam inhaled deeply before proceeding to chant the very words that would soon purify Crowley and complete the third and final trial. He was exhausted but felt motivated by the rush of adrenaline that set in. Closing the gates of hell was an honor to Sam. He finally felt like he was doing something right for once. Something that would earn his brother's respect back. The king of hell was currently restrained in a chair seething as Sam began. The words flowed with ease, echoing throughout the abandoned old church.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam redintegra, lustra."

A growl escaped Crowley's lips as he pulled and yanked at the cuffs that were holding his limbs captive. Sam ignored him. Instead he threw down the book he was reading and grabbed a knife before slicing his palm, the red liquid preparing to weep. There was an orange glow that shot up his arm and he held back a wince. Sam made his way over to Crowley, a look of determination. hand stretched out, ready to touch they demons forehead. Crowley, on the other hand, looked completely calm. Sam hand was only inches away. The sense of victory was almost tangible and Sam just wanted to reach out, grab it, and never let go. But before he could complete his task, the doors of the old white church burst open allowing the cool crispy air surf through.

"No, Sammy, stop! "

It was Dean. His voice was frantic and he had his hands held out in front of him in a cautious manner. Sam frowned and Crowley's face morphed into a mixture of surprise and confusion. Why would Dean want him to stop? They were literally almost finished. Sam was about to complete the final trial and Dean was stopping him? He suddenly felt irritable.

Dean slowly approached his brother, hands still up to show he wasn't going to try anything.

"It's okay Sammy. Just take it easy."

Sam watched as his brother came closer. The frown dissipated and was replaced with confusion. "What's going on Dean? What happened to Cas?"

Dean was finally standing a decent foot away from Sam. He looked his brother in the eyes, his clouded with worry and began to slowly speak.

"Listen to me Sammy, Metatron lied. You finish this trial, you're good as dead."

"What?" Sam couldn't keep his voice down. Metatron lied?

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~HEAVEN~

Castiel stood frozen in Naomi's office. Slumped over in a pool of blood was the angel. Naomi was dead. She had a drill, that Castiel thought looked strangely familiar, lodged in the back of her head. He cautiously walked over to the unmoving form, swallowing the sudden guilt that swept over him. Although he wasn't quite sure why he felt guilty, he didn't have time to dwell on it because he was roughly forced against the wall of the office with an angel blade resting on his neck. Castiel resisted the urge to panic. He didn't want his offender to see. He stared the man with the blade in his eyes before grinding out his name through clinched teeth.