Unexpected Destinies Chapter 91
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,882
Summary: Meg steps up her game.
PAST
Castiel remained silent and frowned as Meg threw question after question at him. Surely this could not be the demon's whole strategy? To trap and question him like this? Surely she had to know that wouldn't work. He had also not failed to notice how Meg kept her distance from the fire. Even though she managed to put on a brave face for her companion, it was clear to him that she feared him and was afraid of a repeat of what he'd done to her before.
"Why did the other demons think he was in charge?" Castiel asked, pointing at the male demon who had yet to say anything.
"I'm the one asking the questions here!" Meg snapped.
It pleased Castiel that he'd been able to anger her so much already with mostly silence. He'd tried to think of some more comments like those that his mate might have made, but he'd found it far too difficult. He didn't know how Dean did it but suspected that his failure had much to do with his lack of understanding of all of the references that his mate loved so much.
"You are using him," Castiel deduced, interrupting Meg mid question. "Using him to protect yourself so that if this goes wrong, he'll get the blame. He's your... patsy."
The second demon froze and turned to look at Meg with narrowed black eyes and Castiel wondered if it was going to attack her just then and there. Obviously there had already been some tension between them as this reaction was far too severe for a first time accusation.
"No, he isn't," Meg denied. "It was simply a precaution to prevent you from guessing who was behind this and thus being on your guard."
"So you will now let everyone know that you are in charge?" Castiel inquired.
"Of course, I don't need him stealing the credit for helping our father."
Castiel saw it the moment he lost the other demon as it went from being angry and fearful to dismayed. It had clearly not thought of being able to crow about its leadership in helping his fallen brother get free, but now that the idea was in its head, it would follow Meg anywhere just to claim to have been an integral part of the same plan.
"Amazing is it not, how your all powerful father needs help," Castiel stated.
"Shut up," Meg snarled.
As that was precisely the opposite of what she really wanted, Castiel obliged happily and stared at her continuously again. He considered bringing up the fact that his brother would merely destroy her and every other demon in existence if Lucifer somehow managed to win this war, but he then discarded the idea. He had tried to get her see this truth before and had failed, he doubted that she'd be any more receptive to it now then she'd been then.
"Tell me what I want to know!" Meg ordered.
"No," Castiel replied calmly.
Even though he did his best to appear as calm and collected as he sounded, Castiel was anything but that. He knew that things could not remain this easy for long and he feared what Meg had planned. She was absolutely determined to help Lucifer in any way that she could and he feared what she might do to obtain the information she desired. He had no intention of giving it to her, but given the condition of Lucifer's cage and how soon his brother would be free, they didn't have time to waste on things like this. There was far too much work that he needed to do and while he knew that Michael and Raphael wouldn't let any harm come to his mate if at all preventable, he just had to be there for Dean.
The thought of his mate made Castiel realize how late he now was for their arranged evening together and he felt a pang of sympathy for how worried Dean must be right now. He knew how easily his mate took responsibility for things beyond his control and he didn't want Dean to have to either deal with this situation or come to think that any of it was his fault as his mate no doubt would if left to his own devices. No, he had to get free just to ensure that Dean didn't suffer anymore. None of those pledges to himself helped him in his current scenario, however, as he still couldn't think of any way out. The burning Holy oil severely restricted his powers leaving him unable to use most of them or to communicate with his brothers and sisters, effectively cutting him off from his single greatest source of help.
Castiel suddenly remembered the cell phone that Dean had given him so very long ago and he wondered if he could use it to contact his mate. The trick would be to access it without Meg or the other demon noticing, something that didn't appear likely at the moment but he would keep it in mind should he be left alone.
"Fine," Meg spat, now truly enraged. "If you won't tell me then we'll just have to up the ante a little."
The words made Castiel tilt his head to one side as he narrowed his eyes, considering the demon. He'd known that things would have to escalate at some point and he wondered what exactly she had in mind. Just because Meg couldn't kill him didn't mean that he was going to underestimate her even if her options were severely restricted by the fact that she refused to get too close to the flames keeping him trapped. It was a good thing that she didn't know that he couldn't reach across them to grab her or he was sure that she wouldn't be feeling quite so shy. Despite all of that he knew that she could still be a real threat as she had studied under Alastair and he'd seen enough while in Perdition and in Dean's nightmares to know that there was nothing trifling about the tortures that the Chief Inquisitor of Hell had utilized and taught his pupils.
No, Meg was ultimately a very dangerous demon and an extremely clever one when she wanted to be as Castiel had ample proof. She was, however, working with both limited and false information and he planned to make the most of both of those for as long as he could.
Dramatically, Meg whistled and suddenly there were two hellhounds in the room with them, growling and snapping from their place at her heels.
"What do you say now, Clarence, hmm?" Meg inquired. "Ready to tell me what I want to know yet? Or should I let them chew on you a bit, perhaps tear those fluffy little wings I know you have hidden away somewhere?"
"You can do whatever you wish, I will tell you nothing."
Meg roared. "Sick 'em, boys!"
The hellhounds leapt forwards.
/
Dean knew that Michael was well aware of where he'd stayed when in Fullerton and so he was confused as to why they appeared beside the dinner he'd used multiple times while staying here instead of directly in his old room.
"Mike?" Dean questioned.
"There were people in your old room, police I believe," Michael replied as Xarael appeared beside them.
"Cops?"
The words had hardly left Dean's mouth before he was already moving, striding towards the motel and forcing the others to keep up or be left behind.
"Little One, I do not believe it wise to behave so recklessly. Would not a more indirect approach be prudent?" Michael asked.
Dean snorted as he caught sight of the telltale red and blue lights of emergency vehicles ahead. "Are you kidding me? That would be suspicious behavior and likely to get us noticed. No, trust me, humans are drawn to tragedies so three more won't be noticed. See?"
They'd now gotten close enough that both angels could see the crowd of people huddled just outside of the crime scene tape marking off the area the cops had deemed off-limits. Dean frowned as he noticed the size of the area and that it was actually not quite the motel that was the crime scene but rather a dark alley between the motel and the bar that was located just beside it. He almost snorted at the realization, of course it was an alley, it was always an alley like the bad guys felt that they had to live up to some horrible cliché or something.
"Why?" Xarael inquired.
It took Dean a moment to realize that she was probably questioning the behavior and he shrugged, unable to come up with a suitable explanation. "Dunno, we just do. You'll have to ask your dad why if you ever see him."
"Dean," Michael chided.
He scowled but focused on the strangers standing at the tape instead. "Excuse me," he said to the first person who looked at him, giving her an innocent yet curious look. "What's going on here?"
"Apparently a couple was found murdered in the alley," the woman replied.
"Murdered? Here in Fullerton?"
"I know, I can't hardly believe it myself, we haven't had a murder here in over a decade, never mind such a brutal one."
"Brutal?"
The woman's voice dropped to a whisper. "They say that they were torn apart."
"Oh quit repeating that nonsense, Amanda," a man stated. "We don't know that, that's just heresy."
"It could be true," Amanda argued. "How would you know anyway? Not like you've seen the bodies."
"What's going on over there?" Dean interrupted, pointing at the motel and the door to his old room which stood open.
"Apparently that's where the couple was staying," Amanda stated. "I guess they were looking for their belongings or something."
"Ah, I see," Dean replied faintly. "Thanks."
As he'd expected, both Amanda and the man turned back to gawk at the alley almost right away and Dean was able to back away quickly. The bile was in his throat and he had to fight it down. Those people were dead because of him. The demons had killed them simply because they'd been staying in his old room. More innocent people slaughtered on his account.
"Little One."
It took Dean a few seconds to remember that he wasn't alone here and then a few more to focus on Michael's face. The archangel now stood before him and was cradling his face between his hands as Michael had done so often before. The archangel's face was grim but also tinged with worry.
"Sorry, I'm fine, it's okay," Dean reassured.
"No, you are not," Michael countered swiftly. "This is not your fault, Little One, you are not to blame for what happened to those people."
"But they were killed-"
"By demons, not you."
"If it weren't for me they wouldn't have been killed!"
"And if it weren't for you far more people would already be dead," Michael argued. "Those demons are after you because of who you are and what you've done, but countless people are also alive because of those very same reasons. You are not to blame for the actions of demons."
"But-"
"Michael speaks the truth, Dean Winchester," Xarael stated.
Dean bit his lip as he glanced from her to Michael and back again. He knew that there was probably some logic to what they were saying but at the moment he couldn't really focus on it. He was only really able to focus on the rage and guilt as it was a desperate distraction from the terrible fear that still gripped him. Angry at himself now, he just shoved the whole guilt issue aside.
"Cas isn't here, is he?" Dean questioned.
"I do not believe so," Michael replied. "Give me a moment."
The archangel was gone before Dean could reply and he turned to look at Xarael instead.
"I believe he has gone to check the whole town," Xarael explained.
"Oh. How long will that- Ah, never mind."
"Castiel is not here," Michael stated.
Before Dean could suggest moving on to the next town they were already there, in his old motel room this time along with one extremely distressed man who screamed when they suddenly appeared and promptly fainted.
"Well that's different," Dean stated before he looked around. "Cas isn't here."
"No, but he has been," Xarael replied, leaning over the man. "This one was possessed, I believe it is why he was so terrified."
"Cas exorcized the demon?"
"It would appear so," Michael said. "Does he know anything?"
Xarael was still crouched over the man but now had her hand resting on his forehead and Dean could only assume that she was checking his memories. A small part of him protested but it was instantly silenced by his ever growing fear and need to find Castiel. If anything had happened to his lover because of this, because of him, he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to forgive himself. He really should have known better than to think that Castiel would be safe; that it would be any different from anyone else that he'd ever loved. He was like a walking, talking curse and woe be anyone stupid enough to get close to him. Why hadn't he been less selfish and warned Castiel off instead of starting this?
The younger angel's face twisted briefly in an expression Dean hadn't ever seen before but which seemed to be some bizarre cross between rage, disgust, disbelief and relief. "No."
"What did you see?" Dean demanded, sure that she had caught something and determined not to let them leave him out of the loop by communicating it via Angel Radio. "You saw something, I know you did. Tell me." Xarael looked at Michael for help and Dean rounded on his friend. "Tell me, damnit! What did he know about Cas?"
"It was not about Castiel," Michael responded and hesitated before looking him in the eyes and Dean could detect the rage there. "The demon in him had plans for you."
"What do you mean plans?"
"You know what I mean, Little One."
Yeah, he knew, but it just enraged Dean further. If Castiel had gotten even the faintest hint of that he knew it would have sent his lover into a wrathful rage and while that type of behavior never failed to touch a part of him, he also knew what that type of anger could do to his angel's judgment.
"So what, we have nothing?" Dean demanded.
/
Castiel was bemused for a moment, not at all sure why Meg felt the need to threaten him with two such creatures he could easily dispatch even with his diminished powers before he realized that she didn't know. The last time that he'd seen the demon, he had been falling and hadn't even been able to properly exorcise her from the woman she'd possessed and she didn't know how drastically things had changed. He felt a surge of satisfaction rise within him at the thought even as he stepped back as far as he could within the burning ring of Holy oil. The hounds leapt right through the fire as if it wasn't even there and lunged for him.
He waited, not wanting to give Meg any time to call them off, before he pulled his blade and swiftly killed both hounds. Castiel knew that the fierce satisfaction he felt upon witnessing their howling demise wasn't entirely becoming of his status, but he couldn't help himself. Just the thought that a creature similar to these had brutally murdered his mate and that one of these two might well have given Joanna Harvelle her fatal wound was too much to ignore.
The tugging Castiel felt on his blade was enough to make him shift all of his focus back to Meg and her companion while he tightened his grip. It took more than that to disarm an angel and he merely wished that he could actually use the sword on one or, preferably, both of them. Meg was still screaming in impotent rage and looked ready to tear him apart herself but he wasn't afraid and was actually feeling a little smug. Despite being trapped in a burning ring of Holy oil, he'd managed to take out two of his enemy's better weapons. It was only a pity that the blade had destroyed the hounds due to their special nature and that he therefore had no bodies to use to break the ring of Holy oil.
"You're going to pay for that!" Meg declared before she turned to the other demon. "Bring me the jug."
"I will not tell you what you want to know," Castiel repeated firmly.
"Oh we'll see about that, Clarence, we'll see. You're going to regret having killed my pets."
Castiel was about to reply when the second demon returned and he could see the earth ware jug it held. It looked exactly like the one he'd found the Holy oil in that he and Dean had used to trap Raphael. He felt fear flare up again within his Grace as he wondered exactly how much oil Meg had at her disposal.
"Time to burn, little angel," Meg stated gleefully.
Chapter 92
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,882
Summary: Meg steps up her game.
PAST
Castiel remained silent and frowned as Meg threw question after question at him. Surely this could not be the demon's whole strategy? To trap and question him like this? Surely she had to know that wouldn't work. He had also not failed to notice how Meg kept her distance from the fire. Even though she managed to put on a brave face for her companion, it was clear to him that she feared him and was afraid of a repeat of what he'd done to her before.
"Why did the other demons think he was in charge?" Castiel asked, pointing at the male demon who had yet to say anything.
"I'm the one asking the questions here!" Meg snapped.
It pleased Castiel that he'd been able to anger her so much already with mostly silence. He'd tried to think of some more comments like those that his mate might have made, but he'd found it far too difficult. He didn't know how Dean did it but suspected that his failure had much to do with his lack of understanding of all of the references that his mate loved so much.
"You are using him," Castiel deduced, interrupting Meg mid question. "Using him to protect yourself so that if this goes wrong, he'll get the blame. He's your... patsy."
The second demon froze and turned to look at Meg with narrowed black eyes and Castiel wondered if it was going to attack her just then and there. Obviously there had already been some tension between them as this reaction was far too severe for a first time accusation.
"No, he isn't," Meg denied. "It was simply a precaution to prevent you from guessing who was behind this and thus being on your guard."
"So you will now let everyone know that you are in charge?" Castiel inquired.
"Of course, I don't need him stealing the credit for helping our father."
Castiel saw it the moment he lost the other demon as it went from being angry and fearful to dismayed. It had clearly not thought of being able to crow about its leadership in helping his fallen brother get free, but now that the idea was in its head, it would follow Meg anywhere just to claim to have been an integral part of the same plan.
"Amazing is it not, how your all powerful father needs help," Castiel stated.
"Shut up," Meg snarled.
As that was precisely the opposite of what she really wanted, Castiel obliged happily and stared at her continuously again. He considered bringing up the fact that his brother would merely destroy her and every other demon in existence if Lucifer somehow managed to win this war, but he then discarded the idea. He had tried to get her see this truth before and had failed, he doubted that she'd be any more receptive to it now then she'd been then.
"Tell me what I want to know!" Meg ordered.
"No," Castiel replied calmly.
Even though he did his best to appear as calm and collected as he sounded, Castiel was anything but that. He knew that things could not remain this easy for long and he feared what Meg had planned. She was absolutely determined to help Lucifer in any way that she could and he feared what she might do to obtain the information she desired. He had no intention of giving it to her, but given the condition of Lucifer's cage and how soon his brother would be free, they didn't have time to waste on things like this. There was far too much work that he needed to do and while he knew that Michael and Raphael wouldn't let any harm come to his mate if at all preventable, he just had to be there for Dean.
The thought of his mate made Castiel realize how late he now was for their arranged evening together and he felt a pang of sympathy for how worried Dean must be right now. He knew how easily his mate took responsibility for things beyond his control and he didn't want Dean to have to either deal with this situation or come to think that any of it was his fault as his mate no doubt would if left to his own devices. No, he had to get free just to ensure that Dean didn't suffer anymore. None of those pledges to himself helped him in his current scenario, however, as he still couldn't think of any way out. The burning Holy oil severely restricted his powers leaving him unable to use most of them or to communicate with his brothers and sisters, effectively cutting him off from his single greatest source of help.
Castiel suddenly remembered the cell phone that Dean had given him so very long ago and he wondered if he could use it to contact his mate. The trick would be to access it without Meg or the other demon noticing, something that didn't appear likely at the moment but he would keep it in mind should he be left alone.
"Fine," Meg spat, now truly enraged. "If you won't tell me then we'll just have to up the ante a little."
The words made Castiel tilt his head to one side as he narrowed his eyes, considering the demon. He'd known that things would have to escalate at some point and he wondered what exactly she had in mind. Just because Meg couldn't kill him didn't mean that he was going to underestimate her even if her options were severely restricted by the fact that she refused to get too close to the flames keeping him trapped. It was a good thing that she didn't know that he couldn't reach across them to grab her or he was sure that she wouldn't be feeling quite so shy. Despite all of that he knew that she could still be a real threat as she had studied under Alastair and he'd seen enough while in Perdition and in Dean's nightmares to know that there was nothing trifling about the tortures that the Chief Inquisitor of Hell had utilized and taught his pupils.
No, Meg was ultimately a very dangerous demon and an extremely clever one when she wanted to be as Castiel had ample proof. She was, however, working with both limited and false information and he planned to make the most of both of those for as long as he could.
Dramatically, Meg whistled and suddenly there were two hellhounds in the room with them, growling and snapping from their place at her heels.
"What do you say now, Clarence, hmm?" Meg inquired. "Ready to tell me what I want to know yet? Or should I let them chew on you a bit, perhaps tear those fluffy little wings I know you have hidden away somewhere?"
"You can do whatever you wish, I will tell you nothing."
Meg roared. "Sick 'em, boys!"
The hellhounds leapt forwards.
/
Dean knew that Michael was well aware of where he'd stayed when in Fullerton and so he was confused as to why they appeared beside the dinner he'd used multiple times while staying here instead of directly in his old room.
"Mike?" Dean questioned.
"There were people in your old room, police I believe," Michael replied as Xarael appeared beside them.
"Cops?"
The words had hardly left Dean's mouth before he was already moving, striding towards the motel and forcing the others to keep up or be left behind.
"Little One, I do not believe it wise to behave so recklessly. Would not a more indirect approach be prudent?" Michael asked.
Dean snorted as he caught sight of the telltale red and blue lights of emergency vehicles ahead. "Are you kidding me? That would be suspicious behavior and likely to get us noticed. No, trust me, humans are drawn to tragedies so three more won't be noticed. See?"
They'd now gotten close enough that both angels could see the crowd of people huddled just outside of the crime scene tape marking off the area the cops had deemed off-limits. Dean frowned as he noticed the size of the area and that it was actually not quite the motel that was the crime scene but rather a dark alley between the motel and the bar that was located just beside it. He almost snorted at the realization, of course it was an alley, it was always an alley like the bad guys felt that they had to live up to some horrible cliché or something.
"Why?" Xarael inquired.
It took Dean a moment to realize that she was probably questioning the behavior and he shrugged, unable to come up with a suitable explanation. "Dunno, we just do. You'll have to ask your dad why if you ever see him."
"Dean," Michael chided.
He scowled but focused on the strangers standing at the tape instead. "Excuse me," he said to the first person who looked at him, giving her an innocent yet curious look. "What's going on here?"
"Apparently a couple was found murdered in the alley," the woman replied.
"Murdered? Here in Fullerton?"
"I know, I can't hardly believe it myself, we haven't had a murder here in over a decade, never mind such a brutal one."
"Brutal?"
The woman's voice dropped to a whisper. "They say that they were torn apart."
"Oh quit repeating that nonsense, Amanda," a man stated. "We don't know that, that's just heresy."
"It could be true," Amanda argued. "How would you know anyway? Not like you've seen the bodies."
"What's going on over there?" Dean interrupted, pointing at the motel and the door to his old room which stood open.
"Apparently that's where the couple was staying," Amanda stated. "I guess they were looking for their belongings or something."
"Ah, I see," Dean replied faintly. "Thanks."
As he'd expected, both Amanda and the man turned back to gawk at the alley almost right away and Dean was able to back away quickly. The bile was in his throat and he had to fight it down. Those people were dead because of him. The demons had killed them simply because they'd been staying in his old room. More innocent people slaughtered on his account.
"Little One."
It took Dean a few seconds to remember that he wasn't alone here and then a few more to focus on Michael's face. The archangel now stood before him and was cradling his face between his hands as Michael had done so often before. The archangel's face was grim but also tinged with worry.
"Sorry, I'm fine, it's okay," Dean reassured.
"No, you are not," Michael countered swiftly. "This is not your fault, Little One, you are not to blame for what happened to those people."
"But they were killed-"
"By demons, not you."
"If it weren't for me they wouldn't have been killed!"
"And if it weren't for you far more people would already be dead," Michael argued. "Those demons are after you because of who you are and what you've done, but countless people are also alive because of those very same reasons. You are not to blame for the actions of demons."
"But-"
"Michael speaks the truth, Dean Winchester," Xarael stated.
Dean bit his lip as he glanced from her to Michael and back again. He knew that there was probably some logic to what they were saying but at the moment he couldn't really focus on it. He was only really able to focus on the rage and guilt as it was a desperate distraction from the terrible fear that still gripped him. Angry at himself now, he just shoved the whole guilt issue aside.
"Cas isn't here, is he?" Dean questioned.
"I do not believe so," Michael replied. "Give me a moment."
The archangel was gone before Dean could reply and he turned to look at Xarael instead.
"I believe he has gone to check the whole town," Xarael explained.
"Oh. How long will that- Ah, never mind."
"Castiel is not here," Michael stated.
Before Dean could suggest moving on to the next town they were already there, in his old motel room this time along with one extremely distressed man who screamed when they suddenly appeared and promptly fainted.
"Well that's different," Dean stated before he looked around. "Cas isn't here."
"No, but he has been," Xarael replied, leaning over the man. "This one was possessed, I believe it is why he was so terrified."
"Cas exorcized the demon?"
"It would appear so," Michael said. "Does he know anything?"
Xarael was still crouched over the man but now had her hand resting on his forehead and Dean could only assume that she was checking his memories. A small part of him protested but it was instantly silenced by his ever growing fear and need to find Castiel. If anything had happened to his lover because of this, because of him, he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to forgive himself. He really should have known better than to think that Castiel would be safe; that it would be any different from anyone else that he'd ever loved. He was like a walking, talking curse and woe be anyone stupid enough to get close to him. Why hadn't he been less selfish and warned Castiel off instead of starting this?
The younger angel's face twisted briefly in an expression Dean hadn't ever seen before but which seemed to be some bizarre cross between rage, disgust, disbelief and relief. "No."
"What did you see?" Dean demanded, sure that she had caught something and determined not to let them leave him out of the loop by communicating it via Angel Radio. "You saw something, I know you did. Tell me." Xarael looked at Michael for help and Dean rounded on his friend. "Tell me, damnit! What did he know about Cas?"
"It was not about Castiel," Michael responded and hesitated before looking him in the eyes and Dean could detect the rage there. "The demon in him had plans for you."
"What do you mean plans?"
"You know what I mean, Little One."
Yeah, he knew, but it just enraged Dean further. If Castiel had gotten even the faintest hint of that he knew it would have sent his lover into a wrathful rage and while that type of behavior never failed to touch a part of him, he also knew what that type of anger could do to his angel's judgment.
"So what, we have nothing?" Dean demanded.
/
Castiel was bemused for a moment, not at all sure why Meg felt the need to threaten him with two such creatures he could easily dispatch even with his diminished powers before he realized that she didn't know. The last time that he'd seen the demon, he had been falling and hadn't even been able to properly exorcise her from the woman she'd possessed and she didn't know how drastically things had changed. He felt a surge of satisfaction rise within him at the thought even as he stepped back as far as he could within the burning ring of Holy oil. The hounds leapt right through the fire as if it wasn't even there and lunged for him.
He waited, not wanting to give Meg any time to call them off, before he pulled his blade and swiftly killed both hounds. Castiel knew that the fierce satisfaction he felt upon witnessing their howling demise wasn't entirely becoming of his status, but he couldn't help himself. Just the thought that a creature similar to these had brutally murdered his mate and that one of these two might well have given Joanna Harvelle her fatal wound was too much to ignore.
The tugging Castiel felt on his blade was enough to make him shift all of his focus back to Meg and her companion while he tightened his grip. It took more than that to disarm an angel and he merely wished that he could actually use the sword on one or, preferably, both of them. Meg was still screaming in impotent rage and looked ready to tear him apart herself but he wasn't afraid and was actually feeling a little smug. Despite being trapped in a burning ring of Holy oil, he'd managed to take out two of his enemy's better weapons. It was only a pity that the blade had destroyed the hounds due to their special nature and that he therefore had no bodies to use to break the ring of Holy oil.
"You're going to pay for that!" Meg declared before she turned to the other demon. "Bring me the jug."
"I will not tell you what you want to know," Castiel repeated firmly.
"Oh we'll see about that, Clarence, we'll see. You're going to regret having killed my pets."
Castiel was about to reply when the second demon returned and he could see the earth ware jug it held. It looked exactly like the one he'd found the Holy oil in that he and Dean had used to trap Raphael. He felt fear flare up again within his Grace as he wondered exactly how much oil Meg had at her disposal.
"Time to burn, little angel," Meg stated gleefully.
Chapter 92