WARNING BEFORE READING: THIS SERIES IS TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED, I PLAN TO SLOWLY REWRITE THIS BOOK
SCREAM (v)
utter a piercing cry
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She wants somethings more than herself. She gets something more than she can handle.
// Set in Season 4+ //
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“IF MIGRAINES COULD KILL, I’d be dead.” I complain the next morning.
“No one got you drunk.” Dean says.
I nod. “Fair point.” I say as Dean closes the door to Raphael’s vessel’s room. He sneakily closes the blinds soon after.
I watch as Cas grabs the pitcher of oil. “When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies.” He says, pouring the oil in a circular formation around the vessel.
“Okay.” Dean says. “So we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire. But, uh, one question- how the hell do we get him here?”
“There’s- well, almost an open phone line…between a vessel and his angel.” Castiel put the pitcher on the window sill. “One just has to know how to dial.” Castiel leans down beside the vessel’s ears and begins chanting in a foreign language.
I raise an eyebrow as I listen to the incoherent words. “I’m here, Raphael.” Cas says in English. “Come and get me, you little bastard.”
“Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?” Dean asks.
“Be ready.” Castiel says before striking a match and igniting the oil.
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“Well that’s a day I’ll never get back.” Dean says as we pull back in to the house. We had waited for the majority of the day but Raphael never showed.
“Agreed.” I say tiredly.
As we walk into the house, Castiel grabs my arm. “Dean, wait.” He says to Dean who is a little farther ahead in than us. In the next room, I hear the crackling of electricity.
“Is that?” I ask. I see the vessel, much inhabited, with electricity shooting out of his back.
“Castiel.” The deep voice says.
“Raphael.” Cas replies. Cas lets go of my arm and Dean pulls me behind him. I follow closely behind them who walk closer to the archangel.
“I mean, I thought you were supposed to be impressive.” Dean taunts. “All you do is blackout the room?”
“And the Eastern Seaboard.” Raphael says dauntingly. Thunder booms as lightning follows it closely outside. “It is a testament to my unending mercy that I don’t smite you here and now.” He says to Cas.
“I’ll show you a testament-” I say angrily, attempting to step towards the archangel. Castiel quickly holds out his arm, blocking me when it touches my stomach.
“Rowan Winchester. Pleasure to meet you. I am-”
“An asshole that I’m going to enjoy killing?” I ask sarcastically.
