Make a Wish (Supernatural Fanfiction) EN VERSION

Prologue

//SOME YEARS EARLIER//

« Remiel, we can't fight them anymore ! We have to retreat. » screamed Castiel, stabbing a black eyed men with his angel blade. More and more demons were entering this abandoned house where we were fighting. We're only two since all of our brothers and sisters think that Harot is dead. They refuse to die for someone that's already dead.
«We can't abandon Harot like this ! » I said, slitting a women's throat. A demon suddenly jumped on me and I lost my blade when I hit the ground. I placed my hand on his forehead and a blinding light came out of his eyes and mouth. He yowled with pain before falling, dead, on me. I pushed him before getting back up. I bent down to get my weapon when I heard someone falling behind me.
I turned around and saw a demon with castiel's blade stuck in his head. I turned back to him and noticed that he was now fist fighting. I looked back at the demon and noticed he had an angel blade in his hands. I recognized this blade since I was the one creating it
« it's Harot's blade ! » I screamed, running to Castiel to help him. At the exact moment where I was going to stab an other women, a powerful force threw Castiel and I on a wall. We couldn't touch the ground and the pain on our chest was intense. The demons watched us with a smile and walked aside as a tall men made its way to us. He had a large smile on his face.
« Castiel ! It's been a while. I started to miss you » he said on a pitiful and sarcastic tone, stopping a few meters away from us. I looked at my brother with interrogation and he looked as lost as I was. The men smiled and lowered his head.
« I see I've already been forgotten. Very well. Here's a clue. » he raised his head and his eyes were yellow with golden spots. Castiel couldn't believe his eyes even if his expression remained neutral.
« Azazel. You're supposed to be dead for years now» said Castiel, trying to remain calm even if, inside, he was boiling with rage. Azazel laughed softly.
«Every demons that were killed by the colt are back. Thanks to Crowley for this kind action. I am back, stronger than ever, because of him. I've been forgotten once, now I'll make sure it never happens again. » he smiled, dropping a bag on the ground. It made a loud but short sound when it touched the ground
«I've heard you were looking for someone so I brought him to you. » his smile only grew when he kicked the bag. A decapitated head rolled out of the bag and stopped in front of us. Harot... I couldn't breathe ! What's this feeling? Wea-weakness ? Am I feeling weak? I suddenly feel my blood boiling with rage. My muscles tense up, I'm trembling, I'm breathing louder and louder and I feel like I'm getting stronger. I try to break the curse that holds me against this wall while growling with rage and anger. Azazel and the demons only smiled and chuckled
« Oh Remiel. Your siblings will lead you down your grave. »he smiled, raising his arm and pressing the air in his fist. I am suddenly raised up higher and my neck hurts. I can't breathe as I try to free my throat With both my hands. Both my feet hit against the wall. Castiel looks really upset now
« Explain what you want, Azazel, and leave us be. We won't hurt you. » promised Castiel on a surprisingly calm tone. Azazel bursted out laughing and shook his head.
« I cant believe that you actually think you're being serious, Castiel. » he growled, sending us flying in a glass cabinet which exploded as our body came crashing on it. Just as we got back up, we were held back up in the air. I was still suffocating.
«You two are going to deliver a little message to the 'O mighty father' from us : the apocalypse was nothing compared to what's coming» warned the yellow eyed demon before disappearing along with all the other demons. The spell was broken and we were thrown on the ground, on the broken glass scattered everywhere in the room. I've never felt so weak before and my vessel is not looking good. Castiel shook me, hoping to see me move. I'm stronger than that. I slowly rose from the ground and crawled toward my brother's decapitated head. His face was mauled, burned and red with blood. I didn't dare to touch it. Normally, angels don't cry. They also don't sleep, eat and they need nothing to survive unlike humans. But now was... different. Harot was the kindest and the most adorable angel our father ever created. He was also the youngest, and me, being the oldest, I have sworn to keep him from all dangers. I had failed... he's dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead... it doesn't sound good at all. I collapsed and hit the ground with force, screaming with pain, anger and sadness. A lighting strike down on earth and the light it made made the shadow of my wings appear on the wall behind me. They were big. Bigger than usual. Castiel walked toward me and helped me up
« we have to go. » he said, walking toward the exit. He noticed that I wasn't moving from where I was.
« Remiel, lets go ! » he said, getting impatient. I knew we had to leave, and quick. Demons could be back here at any moments, but my eyes were fixed on Harot's head.
« I cant leave him here... » I mumbled.
« Remiel, I will not let you here on your own »
« then stay ! Stay and help me burn OUR brother. » I ordered, gently picking up the head laying at my feet, before heading outside. « find his body » I ordered, walking past him.
///
I'm standing in front of the fire that we made, where Harot is burning. I'm watching the flames as I can't get my mind off something . Getting my revenge.
« I know what you're thinking » said Castiel, also looking at the fire.
« Getting revenge wouldn't fix anything. » he continued, looking at me severely
« it's not to avenge me, Castiel. It's for him. Don't you want to kill him as well ? » I asked lowly, my eyes never leaving the flames.
« Harot wouldn't want this.» he remarked
« yes, and Harot also wanted peace. Look where it led him » I growled, my fist getting tighter. Castiel remained silent
« you cant fight alone. No one will want to follow you » he said before disappearing as the noise of wings flapping were heard. As for me, I stayed there for a long while until the fire was out. Castiel was right, I couldn't fight alone, but I know some people that hate Azazel more than I do. Castiel's little human friends. The Winchesters