Alastair holds Dean up by his shirt collar and punches him repeatedly, then drops him and picks him up by the throat and shoves him up against the hexacle, lifting his feet off the floor. "You got a lot to learn, boy. So I'll see you back in class bright and early Monday morning." Alastair said but he turns around to see Castiel holding Ruby's knife.
Alastair drops Dean, who doesn't move, to focus on Castiel before he stabs Alastair in the shoulder. The injury sparks gold light, but not as much as when it kills. "Well, almost. Looks like God is on my side today." Alastair said and Castiel lifts a hand, making the knife twists itself. Alastair grunts in pain and pulls out the knife, then tosses it away and charges Castiel.
They throw blows at each other for a few moments before Alastair slams Castiel against the wall, choking him. "Well, like roaches, you celestials. Now, I really wish I knew how to kill you. But all I can do is send you back to heaven." Alastair said then he chants in Latin, blue light appears in Castiel's eyes and mouth.
Suddenly, Alastair stops as he is thrown off to the side, letting Castiel go. (Y/n) walks in as she glares at Alastair while Castiel slumps to the ground. Alastair starts to get up on his knees then laughs once he looks over at (y/n). "Getting better there, girlie. But you really think you can fight me, alone?" He asked but then he, abruptly, chokes then is slammed against the wall.
"She's not alone." Sam growls as he walks up beside her, one hand raised. "Stupid pet tricks." Alastair said and (y/n) looks over and sees Dean laying on the ground. Fear and concern wash over her as she runs over to Dean then kneels down to him.
"Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?" Sam asked Alastair. "You think I'm gonna tell you?" Alastair asked. "Yeah, I do." Sam mutters then he twists his hand and Alastair's eyes roll white and he chokes.
"How are the demons killing angels?" Sam asked him. "I don't know." Alastair said. "Right." Sam scoffs and (y/n) looks up at this as she craddles Dean in her arms. "It's not us. We're not doing it." Alastair replied. "I don't believe you." Sam growls.
"Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand." Alastair admits and Sam stops. "Oh, go ahead. Send me back, if you can." Alastair said and Sam glares at him. "I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill." Sam said and he holds out his hand. Gold light flares inside Alastair as he screams, (y/n) gasps at this and is shock when Alastair's host collapses, dead.
Sam glares at the body then he and (y/n) share a look. (Y/n) had no idea how to feel about the horrible act committed before her. It utterly terrified her, that Sam has become so powerful that he can kill a demon by a wave of his hand. No one should have that kind of power.
But at the same time she was conflicted. She also felt joy in seeing Alastair suffer excruciating pain before dropping dead. He deserve it after all. He was a demon, but not just any demon.
He was the bastard that tortured Dean in hell for 30 years before he couldn’t take it any long and picked up the torturing for him. He cause Dean so much pain that he’ll never be himself again. Now that he’s dead, he can at least rest a little easier.
Alastair deserved a painful death. But at the same time, does anyone, even a demon, deserved a death as horrible as that?
Hours later, Dean was in a hospital bed, heavily bandaged with a breathing tube and an IV drip, with Sam and (y/n) sitting next to him. Castiel appears at the doorway, pauses, and continues down the hallway. (y/n) follows him out of the room.
"(Y/n)—" Castiel starts to say but (y/n) stands in front of him. "Get in there and heal him. Miracle. Now." She demanded, angrily. "I can't." Castiel said. "You and Uriel put him in there—" (y/n) yelled at him. "No." Castiel said, shaking his head, but (y/n) continues to yell. "—because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together."
"I don't know what happened. That trap...it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry." Castiel said and (y/n) shakes with anger. "Screw you!" (Y/n) spat, angrily, and she turns away from him as Sam comes up to Castiel. "This whole thing was pointless. You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers." Sam growls as (y/n) heads back into Dean's room.
"Perhaps Alastair was lying." Castiel suggested. "No, he wasn't." Sam said then he goes back into Dean's room while Castiel stands there looking as though he has been slugged in the face.
Uriel sits on a bench, eyes closed, until Castiel appears. "Castiel, I received revelation from our superiors. Our brothers and sisters are dying and they...they want us to stop hunting the demon responsible." Uriel said as Castiel goes to sit down next to him.
"Something is wrong up there. I mean, can you feel it?" Uriel asked. "The murders. Maybe they aren't demonic. Sam Winchester said the demons had nothing to do with it." Castiel said. "If not the demons, what could it be?" Uriel asked him. "The will of heaven. We are failing, Uriel. We are losing the war. Perhaps the garrison is being punished." Castiel said.
"You think our father would—"
"I think maybe our father isn't giving the orders anymore. Maybe there is something wrong." Castiel said, interrupting Uriel. Then Uriel stands up. "Well, I won't wait to be gutted." he said and he vanishes.
That night, Castiel stands out in the snowy street and looks around. "Anna. Anna, please." He calls out then the streetlight above him flickers. "Hello, Castiel." A voice, that was not Anna's, said and he turns around to see a woman with short bright orange hair, a soft round face with big blue eyes standing behind him. She was wearing jeans, black knee-high boots, a purple t-shirt and a black vest, her arms were folded across her chest.
"Ariel? I thought you were dead." Castiel said to her, confused. "No, just stood by the sidelines...watching." She replied. "Then why are you here?" Castiel asked her. "Because if someone's breaking the seals to start what I think they are starting, then I need to be a part of this and stop it. Those seven angels that died were the ones that were gonna help me...." Ariel said and Castiel stares at her.
"And Anna is so far the only Angel that is on my side and I don't need you to come kill her." Ariel adds. "I promise, I'm alone." Castiel said, holding his arms out. "Then what did you want from her, Castiel?" Ariel asked him. "I'm considering disobedience." He said and Ariel continues to look him over then nods.
"Good." She said. "No, it isn't. For the first time, I feel..." Castiel said until he was lost for words. "It gets worse. Choosing your own course of action is confusing, terrifying." Ariel said, sounding like she had been through this before. “I don’t know what to do. Please tell me what to do.” Castiel pleads to her and she looks him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, but no one can tell you what to do. No one but yourself.” She said.
“But I…” Castiel tried to say, but he is cut off by Ariel. “It’s time for you to think for yourself, Castiel.” She said to him, sympathetically. Castiel looks down, seemingly at a loss. “I…I can’t.” He said, his voice trembling.
Ariel steps closer, placing her hand on his cheek and raises his head to meet her gaze. She smiled at him, in a very motherly manner. “Of course you can.” She assured him. Castiel stares back, then she vanishes.
Back in the room they held Alastair in, Castiel examines the devil's trap. Then he notices the dripping faucet and shuts it off without touching it. "You called?" Uriel asked as he enters the room. "What do you say, Castiel? Will you join me? Will you fight with me?" Uriel asked as Castiel still looks at the devil's trap.
"Strange. Strange how a leaky pipe can undo the work of angels when we ourselves are supposed to be the agents of fate." Castiel said. "Alastair was much more powerful than we had imagined." Uriel said. "No. No demon can overpower that trap. I made it myself." Castiel said then he looks over at Uriel. "We've been friends for a long time, Uriel. Fought by each other's sides, served together away from home, for what seems like forever. We're brothers, Uriel. Pay me that respect. Tell me the truth." Castiel said and the two stare into each other's eyes.
"The truth is, the only thing that can kill an angel..." Uriel said as a blade slides out of his sleeve into his grasp. "...is another angel." He said and Castiel's eyes widen. "You." Castiel said, shocked. "I'm afraid so." Uriel said. "And you broke the devil's trap, set Alastair on Dean." Castiel said. "Alastair should never have been taken alive. Really inconvenient, Cas. Yes, I did turn the screw a little. Alastair should have killed Dean and escaped, and you should have gone on happily scapegoating the demons." Uriel explained.
"For the murders of our kin?" Castiel asked. "Not murders, Castiel. No. My work is conversion. How long have we waited here? How long have we played this game by rules that make no sense?" Uriel asked him. "It is our father's world, Uriel." Castiel said, firmly. "Our father? He stopped being that, if he ever was, the moment he created them. Humanity, his favorites. This whining, puking larva." Uriel sneers.
"Are you trying to convert me?" Castiel asked him. "I wanted you to join me. And I still do. With you, we can be powerful enough to—" Uriel said. "To..." Castiel said, questioning. "To raise our brother." Uriel replied. "Lucifer." Castiel said and Uriel nods. "You do remember him? How strong he was? How beautiful? And he didn't bow to humanity. He was punished for defending us. Now, if you want to believe in something, Cas, believe in him." Uriel said.
"Lucifer is not God." Castiel said, firmly. "God isn't God anymore. He doesn't care what we do. I am proof of that." Uriel yelled. "But this? What were you gonna do, Uriel? Were you gonna kill the whole garrison?" Castiel asked him. "I only killed the ones who said no. Others have joined me, Cas. Now, please, brother, don't fight me. Help me. Help me spread the word. Help me bring on the apocalypse. All you have to do is be unafraid." Uriel said and Castiel paces a bit as he thinks.
"For the first time in a long time, I am." Castiel said and Uriel smiles. Then Castiel punches him through the wall several feet away. Uriel gets up and they began to fight. Until Uriel clobbers Castiel with a metal bar.
"You can't win, Uriel. I still serve God." Castiel said after he falls down. "You haven't even met the man. There is no will. No wrath. No God." Uriel said as he punches Castiel in between each phrase.
The last time, he raises his fist but then he was stabbed through the neck from behind. "Maybe. Or maybe not. But there's still me." Anna said and she pulls out Uriel's blade. Uriel collapses as Ariel comes up and looks down at him. "Should've figured it was you, Uriel." She growled, disappointed, as Anna goes over to Castiel to check on him.
Uriel's eyes widen as he sees Ariel then he screams, white light flares in his eyes and mouth. The light explodes out of him and out of the building. Castiel stands up and then he, Ariel and Anna look down at Uriel's corpse, his wings are seared into the floor across the devil's trap.
Back in the hospital, Dean is still in bed, though the breathing tube is gone, and (y/n) was sitting in chair next to his bed, holding his hand. Sam wasn't there as he was out getting some food and (y/n) wanted to stay behind to make sure Dean was fine.
"I'm gonna go get some coffee, okay?" She said as she stands up, still holding his hand. "You want me to bring you anything?" She asked him. "No...I'm fine." Dean mutters as he shakes his head. "Okay..." (y/n) said, softly, then she bends down, kisses his forehead and, reluctantly, takes her hand out of his.
"I'll be right back." She said and she walks out of the room, Dean watches her leave until he heard something to his left. He turns his head to see that Castiel had appeared in a chair on the other side of his bed.
"Are you all right?" Castiel asked Dean, who turns to him and glares at him. "No thanks to you." Dean grumbles. "You need to be more careful." Castiel tells him. "You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap." Dean spat back at him. "That's not what I mean." Castiel said then he lets out a sigh.
"Uriel is dead." He said and Dean turns to him. "Was it the demons?" Dean asked him. "It was disobedience. He was working against us." Castiel said and the room goes quiet for a few moments.
"Is it true? Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?" Dean asked Castiel as he thinks over his words. "Yes." Castiel replied and Dean looks down then closes his eyes, in shame.
"When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to hell and we fought our way to get to you before you—" Castiel started to explain but then Dean finished his sentence. "Jump-started the apocalypse." He said and Castiel nods. "And we were too late." Castiel said.
"Why didn't you just leave me there, then?" Dean asked him, upset. "It's not blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate." Castiel assures him but Dean didn't looked convinced. "The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it." He said. "Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?" Dean asked and Castiel thinks and starts to act like he was about to leave.
"Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. What does that mean!" Dean yells, angrily. "I don't know." Castiel said, honestly. "Bull." Dean growled. "I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you." said Castiel and Dean frowns.
"Well, then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not—I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me." Dean said, sadly, before he begins to cry.