Taming A Jaguar Chapter Fourteen pt. 1 (Dean/Castiel)
Title - Taming A Jaguar Chapter Fourteen pt. 1
Disclaimer - Don't own any of the characters, I just lock myself in my room and make them bend to my muse's will.
Rating - M ladies and gents, enjoy.
Word Count - 8,100
Warning - Gender!swap. Werewolf!AU. Eventually there will be smexy times of every type. There will also eventually be attempted sexual assault but not between the main couple. Also major character death more than once.
Summary - Using his second chance at life Castiel Novak comes back from Hell twenty years after his death to find his soul mate, the last face to swim before his eyes, the stranger than mourned the end of a werewolf's life. Unfortunately Adeana Winchester hunts his kind and is so far down the road of hatred it will take all the power Castiel has gained in his afterlife and all his charms to sway the hunter's stubborn point of view.
Back to Chapter Thirteen pt. 2!
Dean broke her record time home but there was no one in the house when she got there. She pushed down on her fear and let her jaguar do her thing. She could smell entirely too much as she walked toward the front door of the house, she looked up and saw the window to Castiel’s room the glass broken out and glittering with blood.
There was entirely too much blood in Castiel’s room. There was a spray pattern across the wall and a large pool in the bed sheets. There were tracks across the floor to the window and heavy drag marks alongside them. The window was smashed out and there was indeed blood on the jagged glass still stuck in the frame.
“Damn it Charlie…” Dean leaned over the mattress and gave a sniff. It was all Castiel’s blood no one else’s. Where would he go?
Dean moved toward the vanity in the corner. As with most of the furniture in the house it had been here when she had moved in. What was strapped underneath it was of considerable more value; an AK-47 one of the many weapons stashed throughout the house-
“Shit.”
The gun was gone.
Dean moved back downstairs and toward the front door. It was easy to pick up the scent they were still strong. The knot in Dean’s stomach tightened with every step, every foot Charlie’s smell accompanied Anael and Castiel’s.
The trail veered before the gate and off into the trees. Dean was thankful that this mess was at least contained to her property, or at least it would be if she got to it soon enough. A few dozen yards into the trees Charlie’s scent moved off of the others’.
Dean paused looking off after Charlie’s scent. There were hundreds of acres of forest on her property and she had explored every inch of it. She wished the knowledge gave her a hint at where they might have gone.
She reached out with her mind and moved as fast as she could without losing the scent. Charlie got close several times but then moved away. He was still on the trail but just barely.
The fear hit her before the energy. Dean slowed to sneak up on the clearing she could make out in the dimness ahead.
Anael was curled up against a tree unharmed. Dean glanced around the area and saw the werewolf was alone.
The submissive’s relief was palpable as her eyes darted around the trees in search of her savior.
Dean spun around in time to receive a backhand with the force of a freight train behind it. She looked up dizzy into the canopy of leaves Anael’s terror choking her making her jaguar sit up and pay attention.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?”
Dean looked up to see the wide furry shoulders of her favorite hellhound. “Cerberus!” She threw out her energy and the monster stopped dead in his tracks. “Get back here you sick puppy!”
“You like it,” Cerberus’s deep voice rumbled across the clearing. “I’ve never known anything but screams of pain and terror…”
“Why are you here?”
“For you kitten,” Cerberus moved toward her leaning over her body his claws digging into the dirt on either side of her head. “Master wouldn’t let me have the wolf when he went to Hell but he let me have him now.”
“Did he tell you why?”
“I don’t question I just obey,” Cerberus growled.
“Like a good dog,” Dean made herself lie still as he moved his nose close to sniff her.
“Better than yours,” Cerberus hissed as Dean gave him a whiff of fear. “Don’t be scared.”
“You’re huge how could I not be?”
Cerberus growled because he knew the difference in fear he just didn’t know why she was so terrified; worried for her own soul and that of her mates. “I only shifted because that pest tried to kill me over a fuckin’ submissive.”
“She’s his mate. I’m sure you understand how important that is,” Dean tried her best but her tension skyrocketed when she heard the gasp somewhere off to her left. She looked over to see Charlie even though she already knew it was him by smell.
“It’s the only reason I didn’t just bleed and fuck the submissive,” Cerberus growled to her, but it carried easily to Charlie and his grip shook on the gun.
“Excuse me?” Dean said to keep the beat’s attention who knew what he would do if he deemed Charlie more than just a pest.
Her heart skipped as Cerberus effortlessly shifted into Castiel’s human form. Charlie stood at the edge of the trees a few moments longer then hesitantly left. Cerberus turned his head to look after him but Dean reached up to brush his long hair back behind his shoulder. Her hand stilled along his bare back, and she had to remind herself her wolf wasn’t behind the wheel.
“This is the first vessel I’ve been in where I could be with a mate,” Cerberus moved his body against her and Dean had her leg hooked around his hip before she realized. Cerberus chuckled low the sound like a caress that made her close her eyes and bite her lip to contain a moan. “I had mine…and lost her.”
Recalling the last time the creature had been topside with her Dean remembered his soft words in the tent. “So you’re telling me you haven’t always liked it rough?” Dean watched the flames in his eyes jump. “Rougher than I like it anyway.”
“Not all the time,” Cerberus admitted. “And you’re much tastier when you like it.”
She could feel Castiel in there. He wasn’t even fighting which led Dean to believe he was still out cold. Damn Lucifer he knew exactly how to interfere. “Give him back to me Cerberus.”
“No,” Cerberus gave a deep laugh and with a tug ripped open her shirt. “I want you all for myself.”
“I don’t want you,” Dean murmured as he gave her a sniff of his desire and it smelled almost exactly like Castiel’s. “I don’t,” and she wanted to curse as the words came out in a panic.
“Yes you do,” Cerberus rutted against her again and took her nipple through the lace of her bra. His power grew and Dean went still as she felt her jaguar stir. “She’s not picky,” Cerberus growled and Dean gasped as the power shot up and with it the lust.
It’s not him, Dean told herself trying to fight against the call of his power.
Cerberus hissed as her nails bit into his skin. “She likes me,” Cerberus teased the jaguar closer and Dean’s body convulsed. “I can bring her out to play. Would you like that kitten?”
“No!”
“Please…” Cerberus coaxed her out further and as Dean pushed back the jaguar’s claws raked along her insides. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty…” Cerberus moved a hand to cup her ass moving her hips to meet his.
“He didn’t…Strike me as the kind that shared.”
“What?” Cerberus moved his lips to the bite in her neck and Dean cried out.
“Your Master…He didn’t tell you?” Dean felt her control slipping away as he moved to pull at her jeans. She pulled blindly at his hair and pulled his lips to hers.
“Tell me what?” Cerberus attacked her lips with a growl. Dean returned the kiss moving her hands around to cup his buttocks. “What kitten?”
“If I don’t bond with Cas…” Dean growled low and feline and gave Cerberus a roll until she was straddling his hips pushing him down into the leaves. “I’ll be his.”
Cerberus captured her face in his hands to stop her lips an inch from his. “What kitten? Why would you do that?”
“DEAN!”
Dean looked over her shoulder at the scream. It was familiar but she really couldn’t concentrate on much else right now. As she turned back to Cerberus she felt her jaguar stop. “What are you doing?”
“He will have both of you for eternity,” Cerberus whispered. “You would risk eternal damnation for him?”
“He would for me, how could I not do the same? Plus I didn’t really think I’d have such a hard time,” Dean gasped as something else fought her beast, pushed it down and hid it away.
“He will do anything,” Cerberus admitted and Dean saw the stars reflected in his eyes as tears pooled in his lashes. “You don’t stand a chance.”
“Help us.”
“DEAN!”
Samantha’s second cry sunk in as Dean’s mind cleared. She turned toward the noise and saw a furry brown shape moving toward them in the moonlight.
“Be quiet! If she knows it’s you she’ll run you through,” Dean hissed as Cerberus sat up his chest brushing her sensitive nipples. “Sshh,” Dean got to her feet and tugged her shirt together.
Samantha had her terror close to her chest but as soon as she got within a few feet of them Dean felt it wash over her. She burst into the clearing and Dean gaped at the blood spilt down her chest her muzzle covered in it.
“What happened?” Dean moved toward her and caught her as her knees buckled.
“I didn’t know who to come to…” Samantha gasped her voice a few octaves deeper than normal. “They’re after me!”
Dean saw that the blood was oozing from her ear which had to have been mangled by her own claws if it was still in such bad shape. The blood wasn’t all hers however and Dean didn’t want to make matters worse by contemplating whose it might be. “Who is after you?”
“The Lumberjacks,” Samantha howled. “I--I think I killed him.”
“Nana who?” Dean tightened her grip on her furry arms. “Gabriel?” She whispered as the smell finally registered.
“Yes!”
Dean felt her stomach drop and she looked back at Cerberus who was gazing at them his eyes wide.
“I told him to just kill me! Just put me out of my misery…God why did he do it? He cut himself…” Samantha sobbed. “So much blood--I couldn’t--”
“It’s okay…” Dean murmured even though she knew it wasn’t.
“He told me he wanted to be with me even if that meant being…” Samantha couldn’t stop breathing hard if she couldn’t calm down she’d hyperventilate.
Dean went still as she felt calming energy flow past her. Samantha’s breathing slowed and she looked up to catch the sight of Cerberus.
“What’s wrong with your wolf, he smells different.”
“He’s not quite himself,” Cerberus murmured as he stood. “Did you infect the human?”
“I don’t know -- he lost so much blood -- I almost didn’t stop--I…” She took a deep breath. “I don’t know why I came…I…You can’t do anything.”
“I can,” Cerberus murmured.
Dean looked at Cerberus in surprise he wasn’t acting normal--well normal for him. “What do you mean?”
“If he’s lycanthrope I can heal him,” Cerberus explained.
“How?” Dean looked at him confused.
“Take me to him,” Cerberus moved closer.
“Whoa, how the hell do you expect to pull that off? One, they’re after Samantha and two…Castiel’s case is closed because they think I killed him.” Dean put a hand out to stop Cerberus before he got too close to Samantha; she was already gawking at him. “They’ll be on him faster than you can blink.”
“And…?” Cerberus prompted as if some excuse might come that was worthwhile. He gave a small movement of his head toward Samantha and Dean looked back over toward her and easily saw the panic in the werewolf’s eyes.
“Let’s go,” Dean whispered disgruntled and she saw the moonlight shine against his teeth as Cerberus gave her a Cheshire grin.
They moved out of the forest and Dean ran for the car while she made Cerberus go get dressed.
Cerberus’s gravely thoughts drifted to Dean.
“Not now,” Dean muttered and Samantha looked at her confused. “Stay here. I’ll be right back,” Dean told Samantha and she jumped out of the car.
Charlie knew she was coming before she walked through the door, the wave of her angry energy enveloped him in a prickly rush as it preceded her inside. “I don’t have time for this!” Dean shouted as she came upon Charlie and Cerberus on the main staircase. For the moment Cerberus’s hands were out at his sides one of her shirts clutched angrily in a fist, but she could feel his fury bubbling out like a wave of lava much like her own.
“Put the gun down now Charlie,” Dean moved toward him she had to handle this fast she was quickly running out of time, and she knew Lucifer wouldn’t hesitate to take her. “I don’t have time for this.”
The tears in her voice didn’t get Charlie’s attention but the cold blade on his neck did, “Dean--”
“I. Don’t. Have. Time. For. Thisss,” Dean said again her voice calm and deadly. “I’m taking him; he may be the only one that can help.”
“Who?”
Dean gave a loud sigh, “He’s not Castiel…At least not all the way and I need him. Gabriel’s been hurt.”
Charlie looked at her alarmed, “What--”
“No fuckin’ time!” Cerberus growled and pushed past him down the stairs Dean barely moved her sword in time to avoid cutting Charlie’s neck. “Fuckin’ mortals,” He grumbled loud enough for even the non-lycanthropes to hear as he handed her the spare shirt.
“I’m going with you--”
“No! I don’t have time to fit your asses into my car,” Dean sheathed her sword and turned to go but Anael was in her path.
“We can help you,” Anael murmured.
“You’re going to need as much help as possible to get into the compound with a wanted lycanthrope in tow,” Charlie reasoned.
“I don’t need your help,” Cerberus growled.
“They know what you look like,” Dean reminded him.
Cerberus gave Dean a scowl his face bubbled as if there was something moving underneath the skin. After a moment he stood there his chest straining the fabric of Castiel’s t-shirt as he did what he did during a shift. He looked much like a cross between Castiel and the dark-haired body-builder type she’d seen in her dream. “See only one head.”
“Holy shit,” Charlie exclaimed.
“Holy really has nothing to do with it,” Cerberus grinned and looked toward Dean again. “Do I get a weapon?”
Dean shook her head, “You don’t need one do you?”
“No,” Cerberus grinned and it sent a shiver down her spine. “Let’s go, hurry.”
Curious Dean ran after the demon leaving Anael and Charlie behind. They piled into the Impala and Samantha looked Cerberus up and down.
“Who--”
“Cerberus,” Cerberus murmured. “Guardian of Lucifer, at your service if I’m able.”
“Shit, are you sick?” Dean craned her neck around to look back at Cerberus.
“Shouldn’t you be watching the road?” Samantha asked.
“If we get in a crash which one of us would die?” Dean muttered turning back to the road still curious about the demon’s behavior.
“You seem to be adjusting well to the lycanthrope,” Cerberus told Samantha.
“I’d hardly call it adjusting I may have killed a good man,” Samantha growled her fear filling the car.
“Calm down,” Cerberus reached into the front seat to touch her good ear, rubbing gently. He didn’t need the contact to send soothing energy but touch always helped a lycanthrope. “Either way I’ll put your mind at ease.”
Dean didn’t like what he was saying. Even though it wasn’t obviously threatening Dean knew she should give the demon a warning glare.
Most people that were attacked by lycanthropes didn’t survive. Even if they were infected with the strain most of the time if it was a true attack (Castiel’s was a perfect example of a premeditated infection) even the healing of a lycanthrope couldn’t repair the damage in time.
Dean stopped outside the compound and took out her cell phone. “Sshh,” Dean dialed the number Gabriel had given her long ago.
“Hicks,” A voice answered.
“George?” Dean shook her head at the choice in leader. “What are you doing in Gabriel’s office?”
“You haven’t heard?”
Dean pulled a face and frowned, “What?”
“He was attacked--”
“What? By who?”
“We don’t know yet. He didn’t tell us when we found him,” Hicks was quiet a few moments and Dean knew what was coming. “Kevin told me about your grandma, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” Dean rolled her eyes. “Is Gabriel okay?”
“He is for now Kevin isn’t sure for how long.”
“That bad?”
“Yes, we’ve got most of the in-house boys out compassing the area looking for the monster responsible,” Hicks tone of voice held the outrage of all the Order.
“I’ll make my way over to help,” Dean offered.
“We’ve got it handled,” Hicks said. “You watch out for Samantha she escaped earlier today.”
“Escaped?”
“Killed Bartholomew after bursting through her cage,” Hicks explained. “Kevin saw her mow through five Lumberjacks before escaping the compound. He told us the general direction she ran but so far none of them have found her, we thought she might have gone home or to you. You haven’t seen her?”
“No,” Dean said, the news actually surprising. “Okay keep me informed,” Dean hung up.
“So?”
“They suspected you Samantha since you escaped from an electrified cell to kill Barty,” Dean looked at Samantha in disapproval.
“You should have killed him yourself. He was going to spill your secret, so I spilled his blood,” Samantha shrugged.
Dean shook her head and got out of the car. Samantha and Cerberus followed her around back to the trunk. “Kevin for some reason, or another lied to interrogators about you and I going up to Gabriel’s office.”
“Aren’t we lucky that he doesn’t allow video surveillance in his office or the common areas of the compound,” Samantha grinned. “I never thought I’d think that a good breach in security.”
“Can you shift?”
“I don’t know what good I’d do you afterwards,” Samantha murmured. “Probably more of hindrance really.”
“It’ll be easier to hide you if you were human shaped,” Dean explained.
“Everyone in there doesn’t need eyes to know I’m there,” Samantha shook her head.
“Most of the Lumberjacks are outside looking for you that leaves the babes inside.”
“I don’t have any clothes--”
Dean held up a set of her emergency clothes, the set she kept for when jobs got messy. “Change in the car,” She handed her the clothes and leaned into the trunk to find her spare cloak, and Cerberus took the opportunity to cop-a-feel.
With a yelp she stood and gave Cerberus a half-hearted punch in the arm, which for lycanthrope meant about human strength. “Watch the paws!”
Cerberus held up his hand with a chuckle and moved around the car away from Dean. He got to the door in time to help Samantha out her legs weak and her face exhausted.
“Here,” Dean held out her cloak as Samantha leaned heavily against Cerberus. “Can you do this?”
“I’m not letting you go without me,” Samantha growled, her energy feeble after shifting. “No way Adeana.” She pulled on the cloak and Dean reached forward to pull the hood up to hide her face.
“Let’s hurry before a patrol comes by,” Dean led the way toward the compound and ran into no problems on the way inside.
“Do you need help?” Dean murmured as she watched Cerberus almost drag her through the hall.
“No,” Samantha hissed pulling away from Cerberus who had to grab for her as she nearly toppled over the other way.
“It’s amazing for one such as you to have shifted and not fallen unconscious,” Cerberus complimented. “There is no shame in needing a little support. Your soul must have been a lycanthrope before this.”
“If you’re trying to make me feel better it’s not working,” Samantha was definitely grumpy, it had been Dean’s favorite time to mess with her when she was young.
“It must be hard to become what you’ve hated so long.”
“I can’t hunt what’s the point anymore?” Samantha pulled away sullenly again and lost her knees and Cerberus grabbed her up, swinging her up into his arms where she glared morosely at the wall.
“You can still hunt. You can do it even better than before,” Cerberus grinned as Samantha looked up at him Dean’s cloak obscuring half of her face. “Ask Dean, she has been kickin’ ass.”
“She couldn’t answer me when I asked before.”
“Samantha…” Dean paused to look back at her as they came to the elevator. She glanced up and exchanged a meaningful glance with Cerberus. Cerberus well-knew one of the greatest qualities of a lycanthrope life that was better than its human counterpart.
“What? I saw that!” Samantha’s waning energy flared.
“Stop! This isn’t the time Samantha you’ll awaken Lumberjack marks all over the place if you spread your energy like that,” Dean held up her hand as Samantha opened her mouth to ask her how she knew that. “Someone’s coming,” She whispered as a sound caught her ears.
“Bobby,” Samantha gave her a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Into the elevator,” Dean grumbled and pushed Cerberus in then turned to intercept Bobby.
“Dean,” Bobby appeared at the end of the hall walking a perpendicular corridor. “I didn’t know they were bringin’ you in hon,” She said in surprise hefting a submachine gun expertly in both hands.
“They didn’t but when I heard about Gabriel I had to come.”
“Of course,” Bobby nodded. “I’m sorry to hear ‘bout Samantha. It’s a shame ain’t it?”
“Mm-hm,” Dean murmured distractedly.
“Well, can’t stop long,” Bobby hefted the gun again. “Patrol.”
“Way to look inconspicuous there Bobby,” Dean smiled as Bobby laughed and continued on her way down the hall.
She hesitated in the open doors of the elevator cab at the scene before her. Cerberus was easily managing Samantha in one bulging arm, his other hand near her face, fingers combing through her hair before running them over her ear which was now whole.
As Dean shook her head to clear it of the mental picture she heard the compliment rumble from the demon’s chest about how she had already mastered transformational healing. Dean moved to stand with her back to them letting the doors slide shut in front of her.
“She’s doing patrol?” Samantha’s voice drifted over Dean’s shoulder and she glanced back at her over her shoulder. Dean let the elevator know who she was and where she wanted to go. “There really shouldn’t be anyone to worry about if they’ve got Bobby patrolling.”
“So are mates all they’re cracked up to be?” Samantha asked as the elevator hummed along.
Dean gave Cerberus a glare and he shrugged his massive shoulders jostling Samantha now that both arms were cradling her, “Yes.”
“Just ‘yes’? Your demon here spouts poetic words, almost made me pop a tear.”
“I’m sure it was a close thing,” Dean laughed derisively. “Lycanthropes are at their most poetic when they talk about mates,” Dean explained as her heart pounded at the thought of Castiel. “And it’s damn crazy the feelings…You should know how vital a lycanthrope’s mate is…” Dean turned her anger on her; it was easy she’d done it for years. “It’s why you ran your own daughter through when you tried to kill hers.”
Like she planned it, the elevator doors sprung open and let her escape with that parting barb. They had no problems until they reached the infirmary.
Kevin was there looking after his patients, all of which looked like they were bedridden. Dean wondered if he had moved the less critical (i.e. conscious) ones out, he had helped them earlier by lying when he’d been interrogated. He looked up as Dean entered the room his gaze moving to Cerberus, and the cloaked Samantha still firmly in his arms. Dean turned to reprimand the both of them for following behind her so closely as Kevin’s eyes moved to his mark as it appeared on his hand but the doctor spoke first.
“Calm down, I’m on your side,” Kevin held up his hands to show he had no weapon. “You’ve got half an hour I’ve got most of the boys that need it in here sedated, but I don’t want to push it for the critical ones.”
Cerberus and Samantha were silent but obviously Kevin and Gabriel had spoken because he stepped aside and motioned the two toward one of the private rooms near the back of the infirmary. Dean watched them disappear and close the door behind them. She grabbed Kevin and moved him outside into the hallway to get another door between them. Still she was sure if the other two were paying attention they would hear them anywhere on the floor.
“Is he showing signs of infection?” Dean whispered barely loud enough for Kevin to hear.
Kevin seemed to understand because he simply shook his head tears in his eyes. “It might be too late. I never thought there would come a day where I thought being infected was preferable to dying.”
“That’s because any you’ve met were such bigots that death would be better than becoming what they hate so much,” Dean thought of her Nana and hoped that she would find something worthwhile. “Gabriel wouldn’t be a monster and most of these Lumberjacks don’t realize that we were created to be police not executioners,” Dean shook her head she had been very close to becoming one before Castiel had found her. “They spend too much time listening to generations past and not their own hearts.”
“What’s changed in you?”
Dean shook her head as Kevin laughed. “Hm, I stopped listening to generations past...Started listening to my own heart?” She gave her watch a glance. “All right, we’re going to try and do what we can,” Dean put a hand on his shoulder. “Give us as much time as you can manage.”
Kevin nodded as Dean moved back into the infirmary with him and then into the private room alone. Samantha was half sitting on the side of the bed holding Gabriel’s right hand which seemed to be the only part of him that wasn’t covered in bandages. Cerberus was standing at the foot of the bed watching as if he didn’t know what to do.
“Who’s the heavyweight?” Gabriel’s voice hissed out of the mummy-like face but the lycanthropes in the room heard him fine.
“He’s complicated,” Dean murmured.
“That’s a nice way of putting it kitten,” Cerberus laughed.
Cerberus looked over as Dean moved to stand beside him.
“I’m so sorry,” Samantha whispered to Gabriel. “I--” She closed her eyes as Gabriel faded back out his machinery telling them he was still awake but not by much.
Dean watched her as she pulled out of his slackened grip and fled the room. “Nana! Don’t go out there--” She looked over at Cerberus.
“M’not goin’ anywhere, make sure she doesn’t do somethin’ dumb,” Cerberus nodded and she moved quickly after her grandma.
“Where’d Sammy go?”
Cerberus moved to the side of the bed. “She can’t stand to watch you die. She feels horrible.”
“She killed plenty of others, even those she’d called her brethren, I had hoped that if I wasn’t infected it wouldn’t hurt her much,” The one of Gabriel’s eyelids that was visible fluttered.
“She killed them on purpose hoping they would end her. A lycanthrope -- even the real monsters -- react very different to a kill they have no control over,” Cerberus glanced over at the machine monitoring Gabriel’s heart. The demon didn’t have to understand what it did he could feel the human’s life-force dimming his heartbeat growing softer and slower.
“I’m not going to make it,” Gabriel gave a soft laugh. “I suppose she’ll remember me all her life…Shame it’ll be because of that.”
“You love her.”
Gabriel gave a single nod it seemed more than he was able to do at the moment. He closed his eyes as if he didn’t have the strength to keep them open, and his chest rose and fell with a wheeze. Samantha had probably worried at his intestines her muzzle had been covered in his blood. “She never understood my view on lycanthropes. For her it was kill them all and let God sort them out,” Gabriel took in a deep shaky breath. “I know we’re here to keep them honest, regulate them.”
“I don’t know if you would have made a good lycanthrope,” Cerberus said truthfully. “You have to have a certain ruthlessness, unless you plan on being a swanmay.”
“Swanmay?”
“Mostly cursed by choice, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a male of the species,” Cerberus bared his teeth in a grin. “They don’t like to fight, they’d rather fly away.”
Gabriel wheezed a weak laugh his gaze taking on a far away look, “I would have her.”
“Even if you became what you hate?”
Gabriel shook his head, “I don’t hate them.”
“Listen,” Cerberus touched the dying man’s chest and he opened his good eye expectantly. “I have a deal for you.”
Onward to Chapter Fourteen pt. 2!