Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

15.2

Sam straightened up. "Where's Cas?"

"Storage room," Cas called. Then he appeared right beside Sam, startling him a bit. "What are you doing?" He squinted at the maps Sam was busying himself with.

"Ah, nothing." He gave him a tight smile. "Just tracing demonic omens. The usual."

"Cas are we training or what?" I crossed my arms. "Unless you're afraid I might become stronger than you."

"You are stronger than me," he said, suddenly by my side. "But you're far less experienced which hardly makes you a threat."

"You don't know that," I grinned.

He grabbed my arm that had the vampire bites. "I do." I rolled my eyes and glared at Dean's back, but Cas's expression turned horrified when he turned my wrist in his hands.

"What is this?"

"Yeah...accident at the tattoo parlor," I grimaced.

He shook his head. "I think we've mastered the levitation and psychokinesis."

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows cockily. "Mastered? I'm not really sure mastered is the right word. Please, Cas. I try to stay humble."

"Eliza." Sam, Dean, and Kevin said in the same annoyed tone.

"Hm?" Kevin's study notes, Sam's maps, and Dean's salt bullets were levitated at least a foot away from each of them.

"Oh, of course. My bad." Everything was placed back to where it was. I was trying to fight my smile, but all three of them looked really annoyed. Maybe it was because that wasn't the first time that happened today.

"Yes, Eliza, I think mastered is the right word," Cas told me with half a smile. "The holy fire is something we need to pick up on again. It's a very useful and I think it's one of the most important defense mechanism you have."

"Okay, super important. Got it."

"It's going to be a little tough because it's usually induced by your anger and you're not angry right now."

"I could make her angry," Dean muttered.

"No. I want her to practice it without her emotions. So there was something...unorthodox that I wanted to try?"

"Like what?" Sam broke in, glaring at Cas threateningly.

"It's fine." I shook my head at Sam. "I trust you, let's do it, whatever you want. I'm in." Sam didn't stop glaring at us, and even Kevin and Dean were eyeing Cas.

"Are you sure?" Cas asked.

"If it's going to help me fight demon children and rogue angels then I'm positive." I grinned at him. Pain was something I knew how to endure—it was something I had to endure. I wasn't worried about it too much.

"Perfect." He closed the distance between us and put a palm on my forehead.

I was confused when we weren't zapped someplace else. Everything was the same. "What did you do?"

"I knocked you out. You're sleeping on that chair." He pointed to the chair on Dean's table. He was happily filling up his salt bullets, undisturbed, just like Sam and Kevin were oblivious.

"Why is everyone else still here?"

"I need them to be. They have...a role to play."

I slowly began to realize where this was going. It wasn't what I expected at all—I anticipated physical pain, not this. My breathing was becoming irregular as my heart sped up. I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry. Cas noticed the panic building.