The man himself was wearing a tan trenchcoat, with a suit and blue tie. His dark hair was ruffled, as if he had just gotten out of bed after a sleepless night. His blue eyes stared at Dean like daggers, unwavering.
Both Bobby and Dean fired their shotguns.
The man kept walking calmly. Blood didn't even leak from the bullet holes. "Who are you?!" Dean demanded, readying his knife.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He answered back, his voice gruff with little emotion.
"Yeah, well, thanks for that." Dean replied sarcastically.
The man, Castiel, gave a smile, and kept it up, even when Dean sunk the demon knife into his chest.
He looked down questionably, and pulled the knife out as if it was a large splinter. Lizbeth stumbled backwards, towards the wall. Bobby swung his crowbar, yet Castiel didn't even look towards the older hunter as he grabbed it. He slowly turned, and gently pressed two fingers to Bobby's forehead.
His eyes rolled back as he collapsed, sleeping.
Lizbeth cried out in surprise as her back hit the wall, which was still wet with paint, keeping her from backing away any further.
She was trapped.
Before putting her asleep, he hesitated. It was as if he recognized her.
And then everything faded into blackness.********
Sorry, Season 4, Episode 1, again!!!!!! Oh, and the chapter title is a song lyric.
Colors, By Halsey.
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Angel Of Misery - A Supernatural fanfiction [PART ONE] [COMPLETED]
FanfictionDisclaimer: I only own my OC. Supernatural and its characters belong to their rightful owners. They saved her. They gave her a home. They adopted her as their sister when all seemed lost. The Winchester's have done everything for Lizbeth. And she w...