Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

Wing Pain and Your Friend Crowley

Castiel was hurt that Dean didn't remember him. How could he not be? After everything...well, there was nothing he could do about it right then. He sighed and stared at Dean. Dean looked away uncomfortably. That was not the usual reaction he got to staring. Not at all.

"Okay...so what the hell do you mean by raised me from Perdition?" Dean asked. Castiel sighed again. He walked forward, pushing up the sleeve of Dean's shirt. Dean looked like he might punch Castiel, but instead let the angel do whatever it was he was doing. He placed his hand on top of the handprint on Dean's arm, the one he had left when he held the boy close to him and pulled him from Hell. The mark on his arm glowed faintly blue. Dean's green eyes widened.

"What the hell?" Dean whispered, staring intensely.

"I told you. I'm an angel of the Lord," Castiel said. Dean looked at him like he might actually have believed him this time.

"Okay...what's your name?" Dean asked. Castiel ignored the feeling in his chest. Like someone had plunged an angel blade straight into his chest.

"Castiel," he said.

"Okay, Cas. Thanks for raising me from Perdition or whatever, but I don't have anything to give you in return."

"I didn't raise you from Hell because I wanted something, Dean," Castiel said. Dean looked confused. Like no one had ever helped him simply because they thought he deserved it. Castiel realized his hand was still on Dean's arm and let it fall back to his side.

"Okay...so why did you?" Dean asked.

"Because I..." Castiel started. Because I love you? there was no way he was going to say that. "It doesn't matter. Why are you here?" Castiel asked, looking around the house.

"My dad brought me here, after the demons buried me in that box. Or killed me, or whatever. Before you brought me back to life," Dean said, clearly still trying to wrap his mind around the concept. Castiel stifled a growl. This time he was going to kill John Winchester.

"The demons didn't kill you," Castiel said. "Come on." He turned to leave, but then saw Dean was still standing at the door.

"My dad told me not to leave," Dean said.

"Since when do you listen to John Winchester?" Castiel snapped.

"You again," Castiel turned to see John standing at the door. He had his angel blade out in a second.

He crossed the room, ready to plunge his blade into the good-for-nothing Winchester's throat. He pulled his arm back, ready to deliver the killing blow. And then felt Dean's hand on his arm.

"Whoa there buddy, let's tone it down a bit," Dean said. Even though Castiel could easily break out of Dean's grasp, he didn't. Or at least he used to be able to break free easily. He suddenly was hit with a wave of exhaustion and stumbled back a couple steps as the excrutiating pain in his wings started again. They had been hurting on and off since he got out of hell, and he could only imagine how bad they were. He needed to get back to his brothers. Lucifer, Gabriel and Alfie could help get his wings, or what remained of them, back into working order since he no longer could rely on Dean for that.

"I have to go," Castiel said, doing his best to take a step forward. He almost fell, but Dean wrapped one arm around his waist and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You're not looking too good there, bud. Where are you trying to go?" Dean asked. Castiel was practically incapable of resisting Dean's touch so he crumpled in his arms.

"My brothers...I need help," Castiel mumbled, his vision going in and out of darkness as the pain washed over him like relentless waves.

"Okay, where are your brothers?" Dean asked. Castiel mumbled something about Georgia, and then passed out.

Sam wanted to get the hell out of wherever Abaddon had taken him. He had to get home. We hadn't seen much, since Michael locked him in a closet when the demons showed up. But when the demons had been dragging him out of the house he had seen Meg and Charlie. And Adam. And he was, no matter what, not going to think about seeing Michael. Because from what he had seen, his uncle was on the verge of death.

"Hey, you. Sam or whatever. A little help over here," Ash said from the other side of the room. He quickly stood from where he was trying to pick the door lock to where she was struggling to lift one of the large rock tiles that made up the floor of the room. A trap door.

They pushed the tile out of the way and saw that underneath was a door, with the words: I built this for when one of those goddamn Winchester's needs to pull a disappearing act. Love your friend, Crowley. Sam couldn't help but smile at the demon king's words. He was one weird guy, but he was a friend of sorts.

"Who the hell is Crowley?" Ash asked.

"The demon king. He's a friend of ours," Sam said. He pulled up the hatch and gestured for Ash to go down. She hopped into the dark space below and Sam followed suit. They were in an underground tunnel. On the wall, written in what looked like blood (Sam wouldn't be surprised), were the words: Moose go that way with an arrow pointing right. And Squirrel go that way (jk, it leads to the alligator pit. Go the same way as the Moose) with an arrow pointing left. Sam started walking to the right.

"So we can trust this Crowley guy?" Ash asked. Sam shrugged.

"Not really. But we can trust Balthazar, his....boyfriend I guess. Not that either of them will ever admit it," Sam explained. Ash looked intrigued.

"Who's Gabe?" Ash asked. Sam automatically was suspicious. "You said his name earlier about how he wouldn't know what happened...I was just wondering. You don't have tot ell me, forget I asked."

"No, it's okay. Gabe is...Gabriel. The archangel," Sam said. Ash blinked at him, caught between disbelief and wonder. Eventually she decided on wonder.

"How do you know him?" she asked.

"Well...it's sort of a long story. You see, my dad is a hunter. He hunts monsters and such. And he went on a hunting trip and hadn't been back in a couple days..."

I'm so shook. Two chapters...in a row?!? Well, I was talking about SPN ending and was sad, so instead of studying I decided to write another chapter. Go me and my good life decisions. Anyhow, enjoy. Love you all, you're fantastic human beings.

Oh, and side note, just so you all know what's going on in my life, there's a boy in one of my classes who is the epitome of one of my characters and it weirds me out. I feel like I wrote him into existence. It's weird. But he's cool, I think we're friends now.

My sister is trying to type on this because we're on the shuttle. She's annoying.

I have the honor to be your obedient servant.