So Fell the Angels - Supernatural Fanfic/Fanfiction (Castiel Fan Fiction)

Part II: Angels on My Shoulders--Chapter 1: If You're Going Through Hell...

Part II: Angels on My Shoulders

 

Lucifer is free, and now there's Hell for the Winchesters to pay. Not to mention needing to keep a low profile from the angels hunting them. Tabitha finds herself stuck between loyalty to her brothers, and trying to reconcile the feelings she may have for an angel—and the feelings he may have for her. Their feelings might not be so hard to sort out—if they weren't trying to stop the Apocalypse or stop the angels that are rooting for it.

 

Chapter 1: If You're Going Through Hell, Keep Going

 

"Tabitha? Tabitha! Are you okay?" Tabitha didn't respond, but when Dean finally grabbed her shoulders and shook her, she turned her eyes towards him, her gaze finally focusing a bit from her vacant stare. 

Dean glanced frantically over his shoulder as he demanded from Chuck, "What happened to her? Is she okay?"

Chuck nervously wrung his hands as he answered, "I think she's still in shock. I tried to wash her up a bit, so I think she's okay physically, but she hasn't said anything."

With a little snort, Dean pulled one of her lax arms up to gesture at the gore splattered across her. "Does this look like she's okay?" he sarcastically demanded. With a trained eye, he began checking her over for any signs of injury. "Well what did happen to her, Chuck? Where'd all this come from? And what did she look like before if this is her cleaned up a bit?" He lowered his voice to add, "I'm gonna kick that angel's ass. He said she'd be fine."

Chuck let out a nervous little laugh. "Oh, she's fine. Like I said, physically, nothing happened to her. That's Castiel."

"What's Castiel?" Sam demanded as he crouched near Dean to examine their dazed and silent sister.

"This is," Tabitha finally spoke, glancing down at her spattered front and looking at the dark flecks dotting her skin that she didn't even want to think too hard about.

"What?" Dean repeated as he stared down at her on the equally stained couch. A look of dawning horror and understanding filled his face as her older brother dropped the arm he still held aloft, discreetly wiping his fingers on his jeans. Sam stood up, less subtly moving away from her and the gore.

"Yeah, he's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry," Chuck told them.

Dean glanced around the gore-covered room. "You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something."

Tabitha shook her head. "They killed him. Exploded him with a wave of power and…light," she quietly shrugged, staring at the stained carpet.

"Like a water balloon of chunky soup," Chuck grimly confirmed.

Tabitha fought to keep from gagging at the all too vivid imagery.

Sam sighed but then stared at Chuck for a moment and gestured from his own head to Chuck's. "You got a…"

Glancing up, Tabitha saw Chuck repeat the gesture to his own head. "Uh…right here?"

"Uh, the…" Sam muttered as he gestured to the other side of Chuck's head.

The blood and grime splattered across Chuck's face made him look like a war refugee, and as she looked around the littered room, she thought to herself that it did look more like a bomb had gone off than a battle between angels.

"Oh," Chuck was saying as he felt the other side of his head, pulling something out of his hair with a sick look on his face. "Oh, god," he muttered, holding something in front of his face. "Is that a molar?" His voice broke as he held it out towards them and repeated, "Do I have a molar in my hair?"