"You were there
When nobody else was
You held me
When nobody else did
And the second you left,
I knew I would be hopeless."
Where a Leviathan named Natalia and a broken Angel named Castiel create an unlikely friendship in Purgatory.
(A Supernatu...
With lots of persuasion, Natalia was allowed to go into the room where one of Metateon's Angels were. With even more persuasion and flirty eyes, the Leviathan was allowed to have her weapon back.
Her face lit up in a smirk as the weapon was back safely in her hands. She ran her fingers delicately across the cold blade, down to the leather handle. She held the sword close and sighed contently.
Meanwhile, Sam stared at her in disgust and Dean knew what it felt like, having a powerful blade in your grasp. He rubbed his arm absentmindedly.
Soon enough, the time had come to interrogate the Angel. The hunters and Leviathan went in and saw their target. Talia almost burst out laughing at the sight of him.
It was a wee little man, barely coming up to her shoulder. He had a smug look on his face, acting like it was an honor to be in his position.
"You're wasting your time. I have nothing to say," he said with a smile and goofy grin.
Dean circled the man, twisting his knife between his calloused hands. "We disagree."
The Angels scoffed and rolled his eyes. "There's no use in torturing me. I'm a trained commando. It won't work."
From the corner of the room, Natalia was in the corner leaning against the wall, gripping her blade. This man made her skin crawl with annoyance. She rolled her head and shook it, being in the presence of this idiot felt like a disease. "Let me kill this dude, he's getting on my nerves."
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Sam gave her a disapproving look as Dean started talking. "Wow. Well, you just asked me to dance," Dean suddenly gripped the Angel's face and raised his Blade, ready to strike. Natalia leaned forward, a smile on her face.
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"Dean! Dean!" Sam yelled, stopping his brother from killing the Angel. Natalia huffed and leaned against the wall one more. "Way to ruin the mood," she muttered.
Sam gestured Dean over. "He won't be telling us anything dead." The younger sibling scrunched his face up in confusion, as if he forgot about interrogating the spy and just was there for the joy of killing. They glanced at the Angel, and he stared back, clearly shaken up by the earlier event.
