Superwholock- Broken Wings

Chapter Thirty Three- Everything Goes to Shit

"Where is she?" Gabriel muttered, watching Sam glance down the street. Meg smirked at him.

"Aww, is the whittle angel scared?" she cooed. Gabriel glared at her, clutching his angel blade tighter. He may be working with Meg, and she may be Castiel's... what ever she was to him... he still didn't trust her.

A snapping noise caught his attention. Sam had broken the lock, and was pulling the door open. A black mist swirled behind him as he stuck his head in, solidifying into the figure of a woman. Sam turned, his face betraying his surprise. She pulled the blade out of his hand. Gabriel sucked in a breath, drawing his arm back to throw the knife.

"I knew it. With the Winchesters, plans are guaranteed to go to shit."

Meg's declaration momentarily distracted the archangel. His arm wavered. Sam was now being used as a shield, a wicked looking penknife pressed against his throat. Gabriel cursed in Enochian. He couldn't get a clear shot.

"What the hell was-" Meg cut off, disappearing as she teleported away, blinking out of existence. Gabriel's jaw dropped. Figures. He turned back around, jerking back as he saw a ray of white light arcing towards him. He dived out the way, his angel blade clattering to the side of the roof. He leapt to his feet, ducking beneath the ray and sprinting to the edge of the roof. He saw the beam curling towards him on both sides, heard the sizzling heat it emitted, yelped as it struck him in the chest. He felt as though he was on fire, and the world vanished into emptiness.

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"Jay, please. Don't leave us here," Castiel pleaded, his expressive blue eyes begging her not to leave. Crowley stayed silent, watching the exchange with a detached amusement. Jay hesitated. If Joanna was lying, she would be dooming her friends. Castiel rattled this manacles. "Please..."

"I don't-" Jay was cut off as Joanna hissed, her face contorting into a mask of rage.

"Winchesters," she snarled, green eyes flashing, hands balled into fists. She erupted into smoke, which rose to the ceiling and dissipated. Jay gaped.

"What the f-"

"Maybe next time, Jocelyn, you'll listen," Crowley's British voice irritated the hunter.

"It's Jay."

"Quite."

"Jay, did you hear her?" Henry suddenly gasped. "Sam and Dean are here! They've come to rescue us!" Cas's eyes widened fractionally.

"Jay, let us out. We can help you."

"Fine," she nodded to Henry, who hurried forward and pushed his lock picking spork into the keyhole. A click quickly followed. He unlocked Crowley's chains, and then Cas's, the latter rubbing his wrists.

"Adamas," he explained ruefully when he saw Jay staring. "It burns angels similar to the way silver burns shapeshifters." His wrists were indeed circled by angry red marks, littered with bruises and cracked with dried blood. Crowley marched out of the cell.

"Do you plan to stand around gossiping all day? Let's go!" he snapped impatiently, striding towards the corridor.

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"Doctor, what do we do?" Amy asked, her cheeks wet with tears as she watched Dean supporting his baby brother. He was careful not to jostle him, and lowered Sam into the car as though worried he might shatter.

"We find Jay, Henry, Castiel and Crowley, and we get out," the Time Lord answered simply. The Impala's engine purred to life, the sleek black car roaring as it rocketed away. Rory rubbed his eyes.