Tainted Grace |Castiel

Chapter 20

Dean Winchester struggled against his friends and brother as he fought against them to get to Gadreel. His voice hardened and became deeper as he let out animalistic growls. The bloodlust in his eyes was evident; even a newborn child could tell he wanted to kill the Angel.

Gadreel fell to the ground effortlessly, the wound on his chest already becoming effective. Meanwhile Dean broke hold of the trio's grips, his lips curling and he seethed with rage. He did a quick turn around to get away from Sam, his face glaring at his brother.

"Drop the blade, Dean." Sam yelled.

Dean did not drop the blade.

"Move," Dean growled.

"Dean. Look at me."

"Sam," Dean warned, "move!"

Sam did not do so, as he and Natalia stood in front of Gadreel, much to her dismay. The Angel may be a dick, but he does not deserve to die under the hands of the malicious Winchester. Maybe some kind of justice should be served.

While distracted, Castiel quickly came up behind Dean and grabbed his shoulders to hold him back. Sam rushed forward to retrieve the blade, while Talia spun around and knelt next to Gadreel.

His face was contorted into pain, that much was obvious. A thin sheet of sweat coated his face as he struggled to move. His hands shook with fear and pain as they tried to heal his fatal wound. It did not help that much.

"Let me help," Natalia said hurriedly, glancing between him and team Free Will. As she glanced as them, she saw Dean about to strike Sam. Quickly forgetting about the injured supernatural creature, she ran over to Dean and opened her mouth, exposing her sharp canines. She bit down on his arm without a second thought.

Blood sprouted form his wound, covering his arm like a new skin. The man yelled in pain and released the blade immediately. His fist went to connect with her face, and he successfully had done so.

Natalia was pushed backwards by the force of the blow and fell to the ground, cradling her cheek. The woman groaned and rolled her eyes.

This is the shit I have to put up with.

Now that the blade was gone from Dean's grip, he began to relax bit by bit. Talia got off the floor and picked the weapon up and gave it to Sam. They dragged the Winchester to the basement were the dungeon lay, completely forgetting about Gadreel.

•••

"The Hell if you think i'm riding the pine in this one, guys."

Sam shook his head. "Something is wrong with you, Dean-"

"Obviously," Nat mumbled, stroking her bruised and swollen cheek. It would heal very soon, but for now it hurt like a bitch.

Sam gave her a warning look and then continued. "And until we figure out what, this is where you have to stay."

Dean was not having it. His breaths began to get faster and his green eyes darted around frantically, searching for an answer that would benefit him. "And you three are gonna do what? Take on Metatron yourselves? That's smart. Oh, no wait. No, you--" he pointed to Cas, "you lost your Angel Army."

Dean pointed to Nat. "You act all tough as nails,  but really you're a weakling. A being that I hunt and would certainly take out in an instant. When i'm out of here and Metadouche is dead, you're next."

He then pointed to Sam. "And you-- now you're trying to lock up the one guy who has a shot at killing the son of a bitch! Hell of a plan, Fellas!"

Without saying anything, they all walked away silently and closed the door on Dean, leaving him to bask in the silence and insanity that was taking control of his mind.

The three of the returned to the library, Sam dropping a metal chest on a table and opening up. "Sam, Dean...wasn't wrong. My followers have abandoned us."

Nat looked down at the floor, thinking about what the younger Winchester said to her. Though she wouldn't admit it, Nat knew that deep down he was right. She would act tough, get beings to be scared shitless of her. Because of who her species was. But when it came to it, she couldn't protect anyone. She never had the opportunity to, so why would others trust her when she can't even trust herself? She was a failure to the Leviathan population, an outcast. Weak, pathetic, worthless, the list could go on and on. She didn't deserve Sam's concerned stares or Dean's laughs or Cas' kindness. She deserved to rot in Hell or Purgatory.

And this is what the Leviathan truly believed.

"Nat? Hello?" Sam's voice brought her out of the dark thoughts attacking her mind.

"Yes?"

Cas looked at Sam and then her. "Sam and I are going to find Gadreel, he left. We would like you to stay here with Dean, in case he tries to escape. Are you okay with that?" Cas' tired eyes pleaded her to say yes, his body language showed defeat and vulnerability. If this would make Cas less stressed, she would do so within get a heartbeat.

"Yes, Cas. I will look after Dean."

_____________________________________

I apologize this is only 872 words but my head is killing me so I had to stop lol

So my head is still killing me but i thought you guys deserved an update. It's pretty sloppy and not detailed, but i tried my best with a bruised head😂

If you want, please vote and comment!

I hope you have a wonderful day! 😌

-Kendra:)