My wings

How's the weather in Hell?

I was still processing what had previously happened, when the livng winchester walked in. He looked at me, as the feather, which was surrounded by my gold grace, floated in mid air.

"Cas?"

"Oh...um...." I panicked and the feather fell silently to the floor.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," I tried to lie, but was failing miserably.

"Seriously Cas, I know when you are lying to me," Sam gave me his typical annoyed face.

"Yes, well, this is new to me as well," I said, as I turned around to look closer at Dean's portrait, but mostly to avoid Sam's expression.

"Cas! You can move things with your mind!" 

"It really isn't that exciting."

"Cas, it is, with you having so much more power. Maybe, we can save Dean!" Sam said, I looked at him, at first I was excited, but then I realized that there were always concaquences for the things you do.

"He wouldn't be the same, Sam, he practically wouldn't even be your brother.'

"You don't know that for sure!"

"Sam, there is a very high ris..." 

"I don't care, I want. No. I need my brother back!" Sam interupted me, he was crying. Which I had never seen this side of him, he was usually pretty reserved.

"I want him back too, Sam."

"No offense Cas, but you barely know him compared to me, he is my brother. The last of my family," he was crying, he turned around and left me to think of how I probably couldn't save Dean.

                                                 5 Hours Later....

We were at Bobby's, trying to come up with a plan to see Dean. There were many people at Bobby's, there was a couple girls named Jodie, Alex, and Claire. Bobby, Sam and about 40 anomynous hunters, were there also.

"I say we get Cas to use her powers and zap Dean out of Hell!" Said Sam, hostilely.

"Who says it doesn't explode Dean?" Bobby said, as he angrily glared over at me. Which I was standing in the corner, wings tucked under the trench coat.

"Who says we can trust her?" Claire said, as she squinted her eyes in a rigid glare.

"I would not want to hurt Dean," I reasurred them. The whole crowd peered over at me, judgemental glares and debating if their thoughts were worth sharing to the rest of the group.

"Weren't you the one who got him killed in the first place?" said a random hunter in the back. Then the crowd began to nod, until there were a couple people saying yeah, and she did didn't she.

I was furious, but it was the truth, kind of. I did not kill him myself, but if I hadn't met Dean he wouldn've died. I looked up at the group, they all had so much hatred toward me in their eyes, including Sam.

"I.... guess," I stuttered, while I looked down at my feet. 

"So why are you even here?" questioned another hunter. I looked at Sam,, sam never said any thing, so I turned around and began to exit the room full of hunters.

When I almost reached the door frame, a hunter grabbed at me, pulling off my trench coat. My wings began to stretch out, I panicked, for these hunters only knew I had powers, nothing more. I quickly turned around, knocking over a vase with my gigantic black wings. I went to grab my coat, but the man threw it to the opposite side of the room. I looked at the man, questionably.

"Do you have a problem with me, sir?" I asked him, being about two feet away from his face. The rest of the hunters began to circle me, the man smiled, I then noticed the shine from the hunter's hands, they all carried angel blades.

"People, calm down, she means no harm!" Sam said, only trying to calm the crowd.

A couple hunters then surprised Bobby, Sam, Jodie, Claire, and Alex by holding to them gunpoint. They were tied up, in the living room, as I was surrounded in the kitchen.

"Actually I do have a problem with angels," the man smirked at me.

My wings began to flutter, they could sense danger so they began to fold up, to be out of the way. When a hunter grabbed my wing and began to slash it with the angel blade. I screamed, again, shattering the glass in the room.

"Woah, we got us a archangel then!" another hunter said, excited. They then pulled me by my wing, to the counter, where they layed my wing down flat, then stabbed my wing to the counter top. I had to kneel at an akward postion, to not damage my wing any more than this was going to do. My other wing began to fluttering, trying to avoid the hunters. They eventually grabbed that wing as well, stabbing it flat to the counter top. I kneeled, blood dripping from my wings and mouth. I looked up at the cruel men.

"Please...." I said, unlike the others who fought/ captured me, these people knew what I was, how to actually damage me and weaken me.

"What was that sweety?" another hunter said, sarcastically.

They then punched me, bloody. They cut me many times with the angel blade. They just tortured me, from plucking my painful wings out of my wings, to playing games where if I lost or got it wrong they stabbed me in my arms and legs, with the angel blade.

"So I guess we should kill her now," A hunter said to the crowd. The crowd then began to stab my wings, over and over again. I couldn't feel my wings, and I could hardly see. So I blanked out most of the rest of the torture. When I could finally see again, I saw a hunter about to kill me with an angel blade. When all of a sudden the man stopped, and he turned around. The hunter was terrified of something, but what?

I heard a raspy voice, "well isn't this an awesome welcome home party!" I couldn't really tell who it was, they didn't seem familiar.

"How..what?" one hunter stuttered.

" This isn't possible!" said another hunter.

The next sound was not pleasant, screams. I closed my eyes, trying to avoid the death, oh so much death. When I opened my eyes I saw, Dean. Killing the hunters, with a deer jaw, and the mark of Cane on his right arm. Dean was enjoying killing the men, he would ask them things like, who am I and how's it going, before killing them with the blade. He finally reached the man beside me, he grabbed the man.

"You know how I feel when people touch my things," Dean said as he gave a evil smirk. Dean's eyes shifted a full back, he was a demon! He killed the man, then looked over at me. His eyes still black, he smirked, then winked.