Superwholock- Broken Wings

Chapter Thirty Four- the Final Confrontation

It took Jay a moment to comprehend what was happening, but when she did, her heart broke in two. She screamed, catching her little 'brother' as he fell. Crowley raised an eyebrow.

"Well, that was an unexpected turn of events- ow! What?"

Crowley rubbed his arm, glaring at Castiel. The seraph had jabbed him with an angel blade that had magically appeared in his hand. He knelt beside Jay and Henry, gently touching two fingers to Henry's forehead.

"Henry, please, no, please!" Jay's sobs echoed through the warehouse.

"I can't heal him fully, but I can buy him some time, maybe an hour or two," Cas murmured. A blue glow enveloped him, his eyes closed in concentration, sweat beading on his face. Henry's breathing eased, Cas drooping with exhaustion.

"Ow..." the young hunter moaned pathetically. "Why?"

"That's something I'd like to know," Jay said sharply, looking up to meet Joanna's gaze, eyes smouldering. "Why would you do this?" Joanna shrugged nonchalantly.

"He stabbed me."

"You tried to kill us!"

"Oh, you ignorant mortal. This was never about killing you! This was about restoring order!" Joanna barked a laugh. "This was about restoring the angels! Do you finally understand now?"

"The creatures..." Cas gasped.

"Yes, Castiel! Yes!" Joanna laughed again, head thrown back, eyes glittering with a mixture of lunacy and malice. "Do you see now? Do you understand?"

"You're insane!" Cas hissed. "They'll betray you." Panic bubbled up in his chest. Angels were soldiers, following a leader. Weeping angels were no different. Especially weeping angels that were slowly being restored to their full grace. That's what the creatures were- weeping angels, suffused with the powers of demons and shapeshifters, using the monstrous blood to restore themselves.

"Where do dead angels go?" Joanna whispered, her intense gaze fixed on Castiel.

"The empty."

"Otherwise known as?"

"The void."

Joanna grinned like a shark. "Every angel you ever killed is coming back, Castiel. Bartholomew, Naomi, all of them! Would you like to see?" Cas was speechless, for he could find no words to say. To his left, his friend held a little boy as he died. To his right, a demon was his only protection. Before him stood a deranged Nephilim. A Nephilim!

"Jack!" Castiel called, eyes raised to the heavens. "Help us!"

"No!" Joanna snarled. She uttered a strange barking noise, and a shadow detached itself from the corner. One of the creatures slunk over, like ink, its two glowing eyes blue. Joanna reached out her hand, sending a soft blue light to encase the monster. A bestial howl attacked Cas's ears, raising in pitch to sound like screaming. The glow faded, and a woman stood before them, ginger hair falling to her shoulders, blue eyes fixated upon them.

"Anna?" Castiel's eyes were wide. "How?" Anna frowned.

"I-"

"Castiel?"

All heads whipped round at the monotonous voice. Jack stood in a pool of light, eyes drifting over the scene before him. "You called for my help?"

"Jack! She's a Nephilim! She's dangerous! She's going to hurt us!" the seraph cried.

"She already has."

Again heads snapped round, this time to see Sherlock in the doorway. Sherlock's words sent spikes of fear through Cas's chest.

"She shot Sam," Sherlock panted, clearly having sprinted over from his position. "She banished Gabriel, somehow. And she's put Rory in some kind of coma." Jack slowly turned go look at Joanna.

"You shot Sam?" he demanded, staring at Joanna with a burning intensity.

"Sam," Anna murmured, glazed eyes suddenly clearing. "I remember..." She turned guilty eyes upon Castiel. "I'm sorry. I should have believed in you and the Winchesters."

"No! You're meant to be mad at him! You're mean to kill him!" Joanna stormed. Jack's eyes began to glow with an orange light.

"No one is going to die," he pointed a hand towards Joanna, familiar golden pulses slowing down time. For a second, it seemed to work, but then a violet pulse pushed back and threw Jack off his feet. His head smacked on the floor with a crack.

"You're parlour tricks won't work here, boy," Joanna laughed, watching Jack struggle to his feet. "I've had decades to refine my powers. You've had weeks."

During this, Jay had remained silent, clutching Henry close to her body. His hands were entwined in her shirt, clutching tight as his face slowly drained of colour. Sherlock had approached them when Jack had arrived, standing close enough to protect them while still maintaining a respectful distance. Crowley leaned against a crater, picking his nails as if he were bored.

"Jay," Henry whispered. Jay dropped her head down to hear him better.

"I can stop her, Jay. I can do it," he coughed, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Jay shook her head.

"You're not doing anything, Hen."

"There's a spell, to stop a Nephilim. I read about it in the bunker."

"You didn't think to mention this sooner?"

"It requires a sacrifice, Jay. A blood sacrifice."

Jay's blood ran cold at his words. She didn't like where this was going.

"Absolutely not."

"Jay-"

"No!"

Henry closed his eyes. I'm sorry, Jocelyn, but I can't let you die. I love you, sister. The thought gave him the resolve he needed as he smacked his palm on the blood sigil he'd drawn beside him. Jay shrieked, pulling his hand away, but it was too late- the sigil was already glowing with a golden light.

The sigil caught Joanna's eye, who let out a guttural roar. She released a white pulse, Jack jumping behind a crate. It passed through Sherlock, Castiel and Anna, the three of them disintegrating into golden dust. Jay screamed again, in horror this time. Crowley dived to the floor as Henry went limp in her arms. She closed her eyes, refusing to look down at the still warm body encircled in her arms.

"We have to get out of here!" Jay heard Crowley's low voice distantly, as if through water. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, spots dancing along her vision. She dimly registered a hand on her shoulder, gripping her tightly. The ground lurched beneath her, and she found herself on the floor of the bunker, John gaping at her

"Where are the others?"

A/N: mwahahahahaaaaaaa

There's only one chapter left, and the shade. I promise you- all will not be resolved, so you know what that means.

SEQUEL!!!!!

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I'll give you the name of it in an Author's Note after the Epilogue.

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