My wings

What's wrong with the angel?

I had found Sam in the bunker library, reading on the Mark of Cain. When I entered, he looked angrily at me, then continued reading. 

"Sorry for intruding, Sam," I apologized.

"Yeah, well you're still intruding, can you please leave Cas?" he said bluntly, not even looking up at me. I left the angered Winchester alone, to deal with the other angered Winchester.

I walked into Dean, his mark was glowing a red. His head tilted back, I think Dean was unconscious. I went to him, to check. I bent down to check the ropes on his legs, making sure they weren't too tight. He then thrusted forward, angel blade in hand, grabbing my body. Crunching my wings, and the blade to my throat.

"Hey Sammy, I got your angel hostage!" Dean shouted up to Sam. I heard footsteps approaching the "dungeon" swiftly, to be greeted with the tall brother.

"Dean, let her go," Sam said cautiously, as he carefully stepped closer to us. And with every step Dean pressed the blade to my throat. An evil grin, across his face.

"Well, Sammy, if you want to save your angel friend, maybe stop stepping closer to me," Dean said sarcastically.

"Dean..." I was stopped mid sentence, by Dean using his other hand to grab my wing, swiftly and break the bone. I screamed, but instead of breaking glass this time, my grace shot out, bending and splitting metal in half.  Dean erruptly dropped the blade, for me to see that my scream had caused Dean to fly to the ceiling. He was coughing out his entire soul.

"Stop, Cas!" Sam shouted at me, but I didn't want to stop, he had broken my wing. He deserved to pay.

"No!" I shouted back at Sam. He looked surprise at my uprise. I focused back on Dean, coughing up both the black and whiteness of his soul. When I felt something hard hit the middle of my back, and I heard something shatter. I turned around, to see Sam holding the handle of the angel blade, but the blade was shattered into pieces on the floor. 

"Cas...I didn't mean...I'm sorry..." Sam began frantically blurting out.

I dropped Dean, still alive, but very weakened. Sam was terrified of me, because the one thing that kept the Winchesters above me, was their angel blade protection. Which was now distroyed.

"I'm sorry Sam," I went to hurt Sam for trying to kill me, but I as I was about to hurt them. I saw a glimpse of an angel and then both Winchesters were gone. I slumped to the ground, how had this gotten so chaotic. I once had to worry if my wings were covered and now I worry about why I was an archangel, or why Dean was now a demon.

                                                                                      Sam's POV

I was about to be killed by Cas, something is really wrong with her, but I can't figure it out. I was swept away by an angel, I couldn't tell which one. Until I saw the angels shadow, with massive wings, formed in the doorway.

"Hey Sammy!" said a cheerful, red eyed angel. Lucifer.

Dean was still unconscious, trapped in a devil's trap. Well, the whole room consisted of a devil's trap, so he could be comfortable, while still being messed up.

"What do you want, Satan?" I said, unamused, with his entertainment for torturing me. He put his hand on his heart, acting as if he was offended.

"Ouch! Sam, way to bring my self confidence down," he said sarcastically. A cheeky grin, formed across his face. I rolled my eyes, he raised his eyebrows, then winked at me. Before, looking over at Dean, now waking up.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked confused. I turned to face him, instead of Lucifer.

"Dean, what is the last thing you remember?" I asked cautiously. Dean appeared to be thinking, he furrowed his brows.

"I remember waking up in the hospital with Crowley being there," Dean said. So who was the person who died in Mystic Falls?

"So what happened next, Dean?" I asked. I took a glance back at Lucifer, who was just smiling like an idiot.

"Um.... I went with Crowley somewhere," he shut his eyes tightly, then reopened them, "to Cain's house I think."

"Wait.....like Cain, mark of Cain?" I said, surprised. I heard Lucifer laughing at me, "shut up, Lucifer!" He looked offended.

"Did you just say shut up to the devil?" he said sarcastically, then proceeding to chuckle. I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I guess Crowley said that Cas made a deal to keep me alive, and I could get her out of it, if I helped him kill, well..." Dean peered over at Lucifer, "Lucifer." Lucifer clenched his jaw, and furrowed his brows in frustration.

"I'll be back," Lucifer warned us. Then he was gone with a flap of wings.

I peered over at a confused Dean, tracing the devil's trap around him, with his eyes.

"What's this all about?" Dean asked, confused.

"Do you not remember trying to kill Cas?" I asked him, he turned his head to face away from me, tracing the mark on his arm with his finger.

"No," Dean mumbled. I clenched my jaw,  he put his hand into fist, and peered at the blood of others on his fist.

"What happened after Cain's house?" I questioned him.

"Um...I got the mark, with a fight, then... um.... I think Crowley dosed me with something, I don't really remember," Dean forced himself to remember, having a difficulty.

"So you got the mark, was asleep, then woke up now?" I raised my eyebrows. He darted his eyes to something behind me. 

"Honey, I'm home!" Lucifer yelled, then began to laugh. I turned around to see, that he had placed Crowley, in a devil's trap. Lucifer looked proud, I just raised an eyebrow with how swiftly he had captured Crowley. Lucifer winked at me, I once again rolled my eyes. Lucifer just gave me a quick smirk, then backed off, letting me ask the questions.

"What did you do to my brother!" I shouted at Crowley, which was about the 50 time doing so, but he wouldn't talk. Each time he didn't answer I would torture him.

"Fine," Crowley took a deep breath, moving his eyes at the confused Dean, "after getting the mark, I began to train him, but he was too centimental, so I killed him." He gave me a crooked smirk.

"You killed my brother!" I shouted again, punching him as hard as possible in the face. His spit out blood, from the blow.

"No, hard feelings moose," Crowley said sarcastically, "he's still alive isn't he?" I peered over at a still confused, yet angry Dean.

"I saw Dean die at Mystic Falls," I darted my eyes to the back wall.

"No, you saw what I made your eyes see," he stated, "that is why the vampires didn't see Dean, they saw a ragged old man." I went to say something, but he spoke again, "Dean wouldn't have lost that bad, you know that Sam," he said confidently.

"So when you killed him he turned to a demon?" I asked.

"Well, yes that was the consequences," Crowley clenched his jaw. I peered over at Lucifer who was leaning against the wall, just admiring the whole conversation, when he noticed me looked at him, he once again winked, I again rolled my eyes.

"But why is he more human now?" I focused my attention back to Crowley.

"Well, if I had to guess, it was from your archangel friend, nearly taking his whole soul out," Crowley said sarcastically. Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"I have all the archangels embedded in my mind, and that angel is not one of them," Lucifer stated. Starting to walk over to us.

"So what is she then?" Crowley asked once again.

"I don't know," Lucifer peered over at me, Dean, then Crowley, "but she is not an average angel."