15 On the Head of a Pin: Part 2

                                    

                                          
We didn't speak the whole drive, and I kept trying to see if I could read his face in the rear-view mirror. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but I could swear that his irises were entirely black.
                          
Eventually, we arrived at an abandoned warehouse, and Sam charged in, leaving me behind until I chased after him. We walked into a giant room that was clearly set up to torture Alastair.
                          
Even though Alastair was bloody and torn up, he had Castiel by the neck pinned to the wall. Alastair was reciting something in Latin, and bright blue light was coming out of Castiel's eyes and mouth.
                          
Then Sam raised his hand, and Alastair started choking, but that was when I spotted Dean in a bloody heap on the floor.
                          
"Dean..." I ran to him and put his head in my lap. "It's going to be okay." I teared up as I stroked his hair and looked at his bloody face. He gave me a small smile and grabbed my hand.
                          
Sam sent Alastair flying against the wall by just moving his hand, and Castiel slumped to the ground.
                          
Alastair scoffed. "Stupid pet tricks."
                          
"Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?" Sam asked.
                          
"You think I'm gonna tell you?" Alastair smiled.
                          
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I do." He twisted his hand, and Alastair's eyes turned white, and he started coughing. "How are the demons killing angels?"
                          
"I don't know." Alastair choked.
                          
"Right," Sam said.
                          
Alastair shook his head. "It's not us. We're not doing it."
                          
Sam shook his head. "I don't believe you."
                          
"Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand." Alastair smiled.
                          
Sam dropped his hand and took a deep breath.
                          
"Oh, go ahead. Send me back if you can," Alastair taunted painfully.
                          
I looked down at Dean and realized his eyes were now closed. I quickly checked his pulse and was relieved that it was still there. It wasn't strong, but it was still there.
                          
"I'm stronger than that now. Now I can kill." Sam raised his hand, and a gold light flared inside of Alastair. He screamed and then collapsed, dead.
                          
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Sam and I sat in a hospital room, with Dean, who was heavily bandaged with a breathing tube and IV drip. I hadn't stopped holding his hand since his doctor told us we were allowed in his room.
                          
Even though there was a monitor to tell me his heart was beating, I wanted to feel his pulse myself, and when he woke up, I wanted him to know he wasn't alone.
                          
Castiel appeared in the doorway, stared at Sam, and then walked down the hall. Sam got up and followed after him. Luckily, they were right outside so I could hear what they were saying.
                          
Castiel sighed. "Sam—"
                          
"Get in there and heal him. Miracle. Now," Sam demanded.
                          
Castiel sighed. "I can't."
                          
Sam scoffed. "You and Uriel put him in there—"
                          
"No," Castiel said.
                          
"Because you can't keep a simple devil's trap together," Sam growled.
                          
"I don't know what happened. That trap... it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry," Castiel said.
                          
"This whole thing was pointless. You understand that?" Sam asked. "The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers."