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“Pfft, she’ll be back. She has to be the one to kill Crowley.” - my mom’s reaction.

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He shouldn’t have let her go, Crowley would have been furious with him. What Crowley doesn’t know… Castiel thought. “No promises,” that was all he could seem to muster with an awkward head nod. 

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Castiel hadn’t been expecting this, and hadn’t reacted much at all other than to stare at the demon with a near blank expression. “I… yes,” was all he could seem to manage. 

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Castiel looked on at the demon with sheer bafflement. “You are incredibly obnoxious.” He was becoming exasperated. “Why would you give someone in a clear position of power over you an ultimatum involving your death? An angel no less?” It was nonsensical really, was she daft or suicidal? The former was an impossibility considering the threat Crowley believed she posed. “Do you want to die?” Though his tone expressed his frustration, his facial features inadvertently expressed his concern. She was so very curious. To see her mangled essence extinguished before he understood it was entirely unappealing. 

“Maybe I’d just rather die than hear your voice again,” she rolled her eyes, “Why do you even care, hot shot?” she wasn’t going to explain anything to him, she turned around and opened the door to leave.

He didn’t know what to say because he couldn’t describe just why he did care, and delving into the matter was less than appealing. Castiel found himself stepping aside, away from the door. “Leave then,” there was a curt nod, and his eyes fell to the floor. This entire conversation had been awkward. 

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Castiel looked on at the demon with sheer bafflement. “You are incredibly obnoxious.” He was becoming exasperated. “Why would you give someone in a clear position of power over you an ultimatum involving your death? An angel no less?” It was nonsensical really, was she daft or suicidal? The former was an impossibility considering the threat Crowley believed she posed. “Do you want to die?” Though his tone expressed his frustration, his facial features inadvertently expressed his concern. She was so very curious. To see her mangled essence extinguished before he understood it was entirely unappealing. 

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It was eerily quiet in the Heavens. It was clear Raphael must have been planning another attack of some kind. Castiel’s Lieutenant Rachel had…

“Look I’m not going to join you so you might as well just burn me up.” she growled. “I have a little something called loyalty. You’ve obviously lost all your sense of it. Tell me does Dean know what you’ve been doing with the monster killer?”

Castiel rose a brow. “You’re concerned with the Winchesters’ welfare?” Unlikely. Considering all they had put her through. “Remarkable really,” Castiel placed his hand on Meg’s forehead and gazed at her thoughtfully. “So very willing to die, yet you claim loyalty to my brother. Your death isn’t even linked to a seal.” She was nothing like Crowley, he could talk his way out of practically any encounter. Meg was accepting of ‘fate’ as it were, Crowley was not. It seemed demons were just as varied as humans in that regard. It intrigued him. The way she had looked upon his brother whilst he stood in a ring of Holy fire, her resolve in the present - she was utterly baffling for a demon that had managed to survive so long. 

His hand moved downward onto her cheek and his eyes remained locked onto hers. “If it’s Heaven you want access to so dearly, Lucifer isn’t your only recourse.” He couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his vessel’s mouth. If his brothers and sisters could see him now, making flowery promises to an abomination. Anything to end this war, he thought to himself.

Meg pulled away from him as if he were a snake, “I don’t want heaven you ass. I want my father out of the pit. I don’t want to ally myself with some self-righteous angel or have to sacrifice what I am in order to hell your divine plans.”

Castiel found himself struggling. “Why are you insistent on confrontation? Considering the love you claim to have for your father? Why not lie and deceive like the other demons?” It was a genuine question, the others he had encountered, not just limited to Crowley were very good at such a task.

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It was eerily quiet in the Heavens. It was clear Raphael must have been planning another attack of some kind. Castiel’s Lieutenant Rachel had…

“Look I’m not going to join you so you might as well just burn me up.” she growled. “I have a little something called loyalty. You’ve obviously lost all your sense of it. Tell me does Dean know what you’ve been doing with the monster killer?”

Castiel rose a brow. “You’re concerned with the Winchesters’ welfare?” Unlikely. Considering all they had put her through. “Remarkable really,” Castiel placed his hand on Meg’s forehead and gazed at her thoughtfully. “So very willing to die, yet you claim loyalty to my brother. Your death isn’t even linked to a seal.” She was nothing like Crowley, he could talk his way out of practically any encounter. Meg was accepting of ‘fate’ as it were, Crowley was not. It seemed demons were just as varied as humans in that regard. It intrigued him. The way she had looked upon his brother whilst he stood in a ring of Holy fire, her resolve in the present - she was utterly baffling for a demon that had managed to survive so long. 

His hand moved downward onto her cheek and his eyes remained locked onto hers. “If it’s Heaven you want access to so dearly, Lucifer isn’t your only recourse.” He couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his vessel’s mouth. If his brothers and sisters could see him now, making flowery promises to an abomination. Anything to end this war, he thought to himself.

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It was eerily quiet in the Heavens. It was clear Raphael must have been planning another attack of some kind. Castiel’s Lieutenant Rachel had assured him that they were preparing counter measures of their own, but Castiel was less than confident about his soldiers’ endeavors. They were by no means creative thinkers.

He mentally cursed himself for following Crowley’s suggestion on the matter. Not that it wasn’t practical, it was merely awkward to command his brothers and sisters to enlist the politically minded humans residing in their mist. A human called ‘Ash’ gave him some comfort, being proficient in the layout of the war zone Heaven had become. Still, it was a little jarring. Jarring enough to take Crowley up on his offer to forgive souls for Lucifer loyalists’ eliminated.

Even in what could be considered his ‘spare time’ Castiel felt a strong urge to be productive, to remain in Crowley’s favor, at least for the time being. These were the lives of not just his siblings, but the siblings who put their faith in him, the very kind of faith he once had in his father. He would not disappoint them if it could be avoided.

He found himself eleven demons up in less than an hour’s time. It was far too easy, really. The demons evading Crowley were warding off against other demons, not angels. He almost felt guilt. Almost. That was until a more brash demon plunged an angel blade into his arm. Then it became more of a personal vendetta.

No doubt picked off an already dead brother or sister. This is dangerous, Castiel thought. Enough lives were being lost in the war he had begun, now demons were posing a threat? He knew what Crowley would say. ‘Find a way to use your disadvantages to your advantage.’ So, what? Send Raphael’s soldiers that would otherwise be combating his soldiers to demons in possession of angel blades?

That was… Castiel cocked his head slightly, just now taking in his surroundings. Five empty meat suits bled out onto the carpeting. It was another seedy motel room, he had seen enough of them working alongside the Winchesters. He found himself sitting on one of the beds, contemplating his thoughts. It’s what the Winchesters themselves had done in protecting Anna. If Raphael’s soldiers had other enemies to combat, entirely disposable enemies, then angelic lives would be spared in the pursuit of said enemies.

His eyes suddenly shot towards the door. There were footsteps drawing nearer. 

Meg paused in front of the door. Something felt off. For one thing no one was arguing on the other side. She took her knife out and walked in cautiously. Her eyes widened, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Contemplating,” Castiel stood once he recognized the demon that had entered. Looking down, he made a gesture towards one of the fallen demons. “Your friend had an angel blade.” There was no malice in his voice, that had been driven out of him when the life of said demon had been extinguished. ”You are…” he hesitated to find the precise words. “Confrontational beings by nature, is that correct?”

“If you want some conversation try a pick up line,” she growled, “I’m not here to make chit chat, now if you’ll be so kind I think I won’t be here at all.” she spun around, hoping he’d just let her go.

“I’m in no position to be kind,” his voice betrayed his ambivalence. There was a part of him that wanted just what his siblings had wanted. Peace. Utopia. Yet that simply wasn’t the way of the universe. He made sure the door slammed hard enough to make a statement and started towards the demon with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Were you close? Loyal, to these demons?” 

“Maybe,” she said softly, “Are you here to kill me?” she shuddered, “So the rumors are true, you are working with that snake down below.”

“I could offer you defense against my brothers and sisters,” he began. “Many angels have died, will die, their swords scattered throughout, falling into the hands of your kind,” Castiel paused reflectively. The last thing he needed was for those swords to fall into the hands of Crowley’s employees. Crowley himself may have been smart enough to avoid risking a sword fight with an angel, but many of the others that served him were quite dimwitted. The Lucifer loyalists on the other hand… they would have no reason to target him or his commanding army, and would be able to surprise Raphael’s. “In this particular instance, better the proverbial devil you don’t know.” He examined the demon carefully as she spoke next. “That’s dangerous information for you to possess, Meg? Is that what you’re called?” He remembered the Winchesters referring to her as such. 

“Thats my name, don’t wear it out.” she said cooly, “And if I wanted protection from an angel I would have gone to your enemy. After all we’ve got the same endgame. We both want the race to happen. We’re just betting on different horses.” she glared at him, “Don’t preted I owe you something, I hate angels. They are lying judases all of them. At least I’m loyal. You and Crowley are the same.”

“Raphael would have slaughtered you where you stood. As would Lucifer when he tired of you.” Castiel couldn’t help but smile. “You do know too much. A fly on the wall in Crowley’s affairs I take it?” He should just eliminate her, place a hand on her meat suit’s head and watch as her essence fizzled out into nonexistence, but there was something about her - something intriguing. She might be useful. Somehow. He needed to determine her purpose soon. Otherwise he couldn’t justify keeping her alive. “Would you prefer speaking to Crowley in person? I could bring you to him.” There was a hint of threatening in his voice he himself seldom recognized. It was true that Crowley had begun to rub off on him.