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Chapter 19: Fallen

Chapter 19: Fallen

"There's a light coming from the room!" Clara exclaimed, pointing to the bottom of the door.

"We should see if we can hear anything." Elena said.

"Good idea." Caroline said.

"I don't think we need to use anything special." Damon said.

"What is that ringing?" The Doctor asked.

"Angels." Sam replied. "Or angel." ***

Castiel threw the man back against the wall, his eyes still glowing. He approached Monahan who was on the floor with anger flashing in his eyes. ***

"I hope they aren't smart enough to use dead lock seals." The Doctor said, reaching into his coat.

"A dead lock what?" John asked.

"A dead lock seal." The Doctor repeated as the building started to shake. "A sonic screwdriver emits waves onto an object and a dead lock seal blocks them out." ***

"What have you done?" Castiel demanded, staring down at Monahan.

"Ah, yes, Castiel. The angel that listened to Daddy when He said to love all of His precious creations." Monahan said mockingly. "The entertainment continues." ***

"Behind you!" Sherlock shouted as two guards surrounded them.

"Step away." The guard demanded, his leather gloves curving over the trigger. The guards wore black hoods and a medallion around their necks that said PS.

"I was just observing the greatness of Monahan." Damon mocked. The guard clicked his gun. Damon smiled, his plan in his mind set.

Damon approached the guard casually and went for his gun. The guard fired, hitting Damon, who had then hit the gun out of his hand, the gun sliding until it hit the black wall. Damon smirked, moving his leather jacket to show them the hole in his black t-shirt. There wasn't even a scar in his skin.

Sam approached the other guard slowly and grabbed the gun from him. The guard grabbed Sam's wrist in defense. Sam turned his arm, the guard letting go and Sam punched him in the stomach.

The guard doubled over, he pointed his gun up to Sam who wrestled the gun out of his hand. Sam moved his shirt aside and brought out his gun.

"Move." Sam demanded, clicking his gun. The guard put his hands up and moved aside. He walked onto the black and white tile. There was an area around a chair with red cushions that was covered in red carpeting. The walls had been all painted black.

"Cas, take it easy." Dean said, putting a hand on Castiel's shoulder.

"Cas?" Sam said, leaning on the doorframe as he entered the room.

"Monahan, why is the ground moving?" Bridget asked.

"I may know the answer to that." The Doctor replied, entering the room behind him.

"Ten human bodies worth of blood." Monahan said. "Like I said, plan B."

"Blood as fuel." The Doctor concluded. "We should go to the TARDIS."

"Doctor, wait." Bridget said, walking over to Monahan. "What are you so proud of doing, Monahan?"

"You all don't have to go home now." Monahan said, smiling. "I brought home to you."