Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets (Supernatural)

Losing Faith

._.__.~Castiel~.__._.

"Alrighty then," Django grinned as he freed me with a snap of his fingers. "Let's get this show on the road." And just like that, they were gone.

"Felicity?" I called.

Sam and Dean quickly approached me. "Cas, you okay?" Dean asked.

"I-I'm fine. But Felicity-"

"Don't worry, Cas. We'll find her. We'll get her back." Sam reassured.

"She-she could be anywhere."

"And we're gonna find her," Dean put his hand on my shoulder. "I promise."

._.__.~Two Weeks Later~.__._.

I thought I'd go insane at the thought of something happening to my Felicity. The boys were trying to help me get through this, but I wouldn't feel better until I had Felicity back.

"Don't worry, Cas," Dean reassured me for the hundredth time. "Sammy's doing research, digging around, trying to find anything suspicious. You know how he is with that laptop, he'll find something faster than you can say 'angels are dicks'."

I looked over at him incredulously. "Angels are dicks."

And for a moment, nothing happened. But it wasn't long before Sam was calling for us. "Guys! Might wanna check this out!"

And we were at his side in an instant. "Whatcha got, Sammy?" Dean asked, peering over his shoulder at the laptop screen.

"Massacre. So get this; over in Lansing, Michigan, there was a huge murder spree. At least thirteen bodies were found in an old warehouse. They had all been tortured to hell, but the cause of death was the same in all of them; eyes burnt out of their skull."

"Sounds angel. What's this have to do with El?"

"Well, apparently, there was an array of feathers found there too. Bright blue feathers, and no one can identify what species of bird it came from. Here's a picture." He pulled up an image of one of the blue feathers, which looked exactly like Felicity's.

"That's Felicity's," I murmured. "Most definitely. But... what was she doing at the scene of a massacre?"

"Not sure. But that's what we're gonna find out."

We began driving to Lansing to investigate. I knew Sam and Dean had it covered, so I'd stay behind at the motel. It would give me more time to mourn anyway.

I had serious doubts we would ever find her. I was losing hope. I was losing faith. It had been two weeks since I last saw her, and it was driving me mad. I wanted to see her. I wanted to find her. I wanted to hear her voice.

As I sat in that miserable little motel room, I thought of my beautiful angel. With such beautiful crimson hair and extravagantly blue wings. As blue as my eyes. I couldn't believe I lost her. To Django of all things.

I had to find her. I just had to. Felicity was my everything. And I'd do nearly anything to get her back.

And in that moment, I decided to do something reckless. Something... extremely stupid. I had just enough strength in me to fly. So I'd fly to the scene of the crime in hopes of finding her. As if there's trouble, that's where the word 'stupid' would fit in.

I gathered my strength and made it to the warehouse. Sam and Dean had not yet arrived. The warehouse was a bit cluttered, filled with wooden crates and cardboard boxes, not to mention yellow police tape and... bloodstains on the ground and walls.

"Felicity?" I called. "I... I just... I had to try and find you. Are you here?"

All evidence suggested that she wasn't. But at this point, I was willing to do anything. I'd go to the ends of the earth for her. Love, such a dangerous game. It makes you do such insane things.