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╔═══════════════╗ vii.do not count on it ! ╚═══════════════╝
NOT LONG AFTER Castiel's sudden appearance, the Winchesters and the angels were teleported abruptly to the warehouse that they had found themselves in a few weeks prior. Castiel laid in the middle of the large open room, badly injured. The dark circles around his eyes were as black as the night, and it was as if he was barely clinging onto the life that he had. "We need the right blood. . . There's a small jar. . . End of the hall, s-supply closet." He muttered through his pain. His white cloth undershirt was drenched in blood from the wounds concealed beneath, and they seemed to be worsening by the second. Sam muttered a response before heading in that direction.
Ariel approached Castiel with a stern yet concerned look masked upon her face. She knelt down before him to make it easier for him to look upon her. "I hope you understand what you have done wrong here." She scolded.
Castiel let out a quiet, and tired chuckle. "You have no idea." He gripped his head with a wince of pain. "You know. . . I tried to kill you."
"What, when you murdered your own brothers and sisters mercilessly in cold blood?"
Castiel nodded his head slightly. "Naomi prevented me from killing you. I guess I should be grateful, or else you would not be here to help me if I had."
"I would never have let you kill me, you idiot."
"Oh sister, you doubt the power of the Leviathans."
Ariel smirked. "No, brother. I doubt the power of you."
The female abruptly stood to her feet and stormed towards Dean to help him push the furniture out of the way.
A few minutes later, the wall lay completely barren, which created the perfect canvas to be painted on with the blood from the supply closet. The male angel's condition continued to worsen by the second as he struggled to fight the monsters caged inside. "Hang in there." Bobby said to the male angel after glancing down at his hand held clock. "Just a couple of minutes."
"Where's Sam? It's go time." Dean responded. Ariel glanced back at the three males, and noticed that Sam was no where to be found. Dean turned and walked towards the closet that his brother was supposed to be grabbing the blood from.
Ariel stepped closer to Castiel and placed her hands on her hips. She knew that there would be many types of blood in the closet, but not enough to where Sam would get confused.
