Flames || Sequel to Feathers

Chapter 11 - A war that started too soon

(This is not like Supernatural! Just forewarning you guys-you’ll understand later on why I’m saying this)

12th November, 1:00am

Cas (POV)

"NO! DEAN NO!" I scream as i run towards him. Balthazar and Gabriel were fighting off the angels. Zandriel and Crowley were holding the raging, foaming at the mouth, Michael down as Bobby and Sam were trying to save Dean from getting infected with the blood. But it was too late, it had gotten in his mouth and was forced to drink it by the demon towering over him. "ZANDRIEL MAKE HIM STOP!"

"I'm a bit busy right now Cas." She grunted, knocking her insane brother the floor and standing on his chest with her heeled black boot, trying to hold him down as he was slashing her leg with an angel blade that wasn't doing anything at all seen as she wasn't an angel anymore. She wasn't even a demon. What even was she?

"Gabriel, Balthazar! Help him!" I shout to my brothers but they don't turn around to look at me, they just carry on fighting off the angels and demons alike who are trying to kill them. I turn to Dean who is lying on the floor, bloody, bitten, demon blood dripping from his mouth. He is lifeless. I run towards him, pushing angels and demons off him and kneel down beside his pale form. I shake him wildly, trying to get him to wake up but he has choked on the demon blood and there is a knife sticking out of his body. I cry and cry, trying to pick him up but get pushed off by Sam who is also collapsed on top of him, crying his eyes out. I stand up and look around the field where the battle is happening. It wasn't meant to be like this, we weren't even ready for it yet. Why did this have to happen? The angels were dying, the demons were winning. Zandriel was now fighting against her own demons to get them off Michael and the angels had now turned on me, Gabriel and Balthazar because they thought that we had swapped sides. Sam was lying in a pool of his own and his brothers blood, Bobby had just been knocked out and Dean... Dean Winchester was dead.

11th November, 11:00am

"Okay, so what exactly are we doing?" Balthazar asks his older sister with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"I have no idea." She says seriously and he and Gabriel burst out laughing.

"You're running the demon army and you have no idea what you're doing? Some queen you are." I scoff and wink at her and she only shrugs her shoulders.

"Leading is hard, I miss the good old days where I could just chill out and eat ice cream while watching The Notebook."

"Ahhhhh good times." I say, smiling at the memory as Dean gives me a weird look.

"I didn't know you liked The Notebook?" He says to me and I nod my head and shrug. We were getting knives and guns ready for the war and Zandriel was making calls to the leaders of her army but not even knowing what she was going to do with them.

"So whose side are we on?" Balthazar asked and we all looked at him.

"My side!" Zandriel says and we all give her a pointed look and shake our heads.

"Hell no, we ain't on your side woman!" Gabriel exclaimed, "But we're not on Michaels either because apparently he's a dick now."

"He was always a dick." Zandriel laughed and shook her head. I chucked the gun i was cleaning angrily on the floor and started shouting at it;

"YOU STUPID WHORE!" 

"Wow Cas, tell us what you really think." Dean says, edging away from me slightly and raising an eyebrow at me. 

"I wasn't made to clean guns and sharpen knives! I was made to make people mad or take madness away from people!" I cry and kick the gun across the room. Everyone rolled their eyes at my pettiness and just carried on with their activities while i just sat there moodily. Stupid humans, angels and devils.