Angelic Love- A Castiel Love Story

Chapter Ten

She quickly gets up, looking angry. Then, a smile creeps onto her face. "Sam and Dean WINCHESTER. How nice of you to drop by." Smirking, she walks towards them slowly. "I've been wanting to meet you for a while now."

"Who are you?" said Dean, looking shocked.

"You don't know me, but I know you," replies the demon harshly.

Sam and Dean look at each other, and Dean rolls his eyes at Sam. "Yeah. We almost never know the monsters we hunt. So what?" he says.

"You destroyed my love," it replies.

"What does that matter? We don't give a rats ass about that," Dean replies.

They start rushing towards the demon, silver knives in hand. Sam manages to cut it's arm with it, and it sizzles. Dean runs back towards a briefcase he brought in with him and unlocks it. He grabs an old brown rug with a demon trap on it. The demon faces the other way, fighting Sam, so Dean throws the rug towards the ground behind it. He signals Sam, showing that he threw the rug, and Sam shoves it. It falls down towards the rug and lands on it. It can't move.

"So who are you?" Sam asks.

"Fuck you," it says.

"Hey! Language," Dean hissed at it.

Sam grabs the glass of holy water and splashes it in the demon's face. It crackled. "Agh!" it groaned in agony.

"Who ARE you?" Dean prods.

The demon doesn't answer. It just glares back at Dean. 

"Dean," Sam whispers. "Come here."

They walk away from it towards the hallway. "This thing is a douche bag. What do you think we could do to get it to talk?"

"I'm not sure. It doesn't want to tell us who it is," Dean replies.

"Do you think we should leave it here and look around the house? Maybe it has captives," Sam suggests.

"Alright." They start walking down the hall.

~

Robin hears footsteps walking towards her. Again, she tries to make noise. She now can make a little more, because she was able to loosen the rag around her face and mouth. "MMM!" she tries to make a loud enough sound. She thinks it works, because she can hear them walking quicker towards her. 

"Hello? Is someone in here?" she hears a voice, in which she still thinks is Stark.

"MM!" she grunts.

There's a bang on the door, and the hard sound of breaking metal. The door breaks down. Two men run in, and she is relieved. "Are you alright?" says the taller one as he takes the rag out of her mouth.

Her cheeks are raw, and have a layer of skin taken off from her struggling. "Yeah," she replies quietly.

"Okay. My name is Sam, and that's Dean. What's happening right now is your mom has been possessed by a demon. She's still alive, but not visibly. We need to get you out of here, okay?" Sam says.

"No. I can't leave. Even if what's in my mother isn't her right now, she'd still know I left, right? And wait... one question. Demons are real?" Robin looks confused.

"Yes they are. We fight them for a living. She would also know that you left, unless she was too far gone. What would be the problem if you left?" Dean asks.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright. Well, let's get you out of here." Sam scoops her up in his arms like she was a feather.

~

The demon slowly paces inside the small circle, trying to figure out how to get out. Then, it sees a tear in the rug. It shuffles until it sees that the trap has been broken. It calls other demons to the house, who have been waiting all over town for a signal. 

They start to gather outside, each changing their eyes to black. Soon, there is a crowd of about twenty surrounding the house. The demon smiles.

Footsteps come towards it. 

"Ready to tell us who you are?" asks Dean.

"You killed my love. You killed Ruby," it responded harshly.

"That bitch? She deserved to die. Why the hell would we care what demon dies?" Dean replies.

Sam, standing behind Dean, looks hurt. The demon has brought back painful memories for him, full of regret and distress. Ruby brought him to the "dark side" a while back, and he still hasn't recovered from that. He doesn't want to be reminded of it.

"What's wrong?" Robin quietly asks him.

"Nothing. We should probably get out of here," he says.

They start walking to the front door. When they are almost there, Robin looks out of the window. "Sam?" she whispers, sounding scared.

"Hm?"

"Uh... There's a bunch of people outside. Are they demons, too?"

Finally, Sam looks, and sees smirking faces staring back. He sighs in an annoyed way. "Dean! We have company!"

Dean's muffled voice replies. "Ugh. Alright."

Sam walks back to Dean, carrying Robin. Dean is standing next to the demon, trying to interrogate it. "What did you do, you son of a bitch! Why are they here? How did they find this place?"

"Next time, check your trap to see if there's obstruction." It looks down at the rug and smiles. Dean follows where the demon is looking, and sees a slight tear running through the circle of the demon trap.

"Damn it!" he has time to choke out before the demon lunges towards him and wraps it's strong, cold hands around his neck.

At the same time, seemingly from all angles at once, glass breaks. Twenty bodies slamming through the windows come hurtling towards them. 

Sam freaks out, because he has no defense from them. He throws punches at all angles, but few find their mark. "Ha!" shouts a voice from the mass. "You can't hurt us. You don't have any defense. No demon trap, no knife. You're done!"

"That's what you think," Sam shouts back. He changes his tone. "Cas? Come here! We need some help."

Then, a ringing sound fills the room, and all the demons quiet down. "Don't hurt my friends," says the deep voice of Castiel, as he appears across the room.