"What's better than a devil you don't know?"

Mare?

Michael was gaining quickly on his nephew. He'd only ever heard of him, always having been evaded, or thrown off his scent. He was doing his father's work though. Hellbent on ridding the world of another abomination.

Phantom was in the driver's seat tonight. Mare didn't have work and he was in the middle of a contract.

He knew it was Chase on the other end, worried about something, but honestly the elder demon heard very little of the shared thought. He did hear Dante mentioned and figured the archnephil would be safe enough with him. He couldn't just divert his attention in the middle of this.

Mare, Dante, Lance, and even Chase's corpse appeared in an old abandoned warehouse downtown, water dripping from pipes in the ceiling as Gabriel stood before them, now leaned over the lifeless body of his son. Tears welling in whiskey colored eyes.

He could feel his brother's power and grace radiating from his lifeless form, and he knew.....

"Where were you two chuckle heads?! What happened to keeping an eye on him?!" He seethed, his heart breaking in his chest as he leaned back. He couldn't bring himself to touch him again. He couldn't feel his soul.

In truth, his anger wasn't at them. No. It was with Michael. They were just the ones here to take the brunt of it.

"I....I'm sorry. There was no way you could have known my brother would have found him. I just..... I should have been there. I didn't know until it was too late. I felt his soul leave this plane," the archangel muttered, looking to Mare and his demonic form.

Mare?

Michael was gaining quickly on his nephew. He'd only ever heard of him, always having been evaded, or thrown off his scent. He was doing his father's work though. Hellbent on ridding the world of another abomination.

Phantom was in the driver's seat tonight. Mare didn't have work and he was in the middle of a contract.

He knew it was Chase on the other end, worried about something, but honestly the elder demon heard very little of the shared thought. He did hear Dante mentioned and figured the archnephil would be safe enough with him. He couldn't just divert his attention in the middle of this.

An orb of blue light was cast from Michael's hand when he was in range, and it hit Chase right between his wings, making him freeze and seize up as though he'd just been hit by thousands of volts of electricity. In one second, he was plummeting from the sky, pastel wings outstretched. When he hit the concrete below, it was with a bone crunching thwack.

The archangel dove after him, his angel blade making impact with the nephilim's heart only seconds after, barely giving him time to cry out before the connection to Mare was completely cut, his life quickly draining with a bright flash of light.

It all happened too quickly for a human eye to perceive, but in a blink, there was a dead man in the street. Stabbed in the chest. His eyes burnt out and body smoking. Charred shadows of wings curled around his lithe frame, etched into the concrete below him.

Dante felt the shift in the air the moment it happened. He was only a few blocks from where Chase crashed down, and his soul immediately felt the change. It wasn't often a being so powerful died.

The warlock quickly made his way to the scene with Lance, using his shadows to travel, and his heart was heavy the moment he saw the truth. Ushering Chase's soul before another reaper appeared to steal something so powerful was his first priority.

His second, once he had painfully ushered his friend to the other side, was to alert Mare.

Mi amore.....

Police were already pulling up by the time Dante was reaching out.

I need you to come to me. Now. I'm at the tenth block of 45th Avenue. This is extremely important and time sensitive. It's about Chase.

"But I've come to realize, I owe you an apology."

— Season 4 Cas right after his fight with Uriel. (Yay newly awakened disobedience)

The demon studied his uncle, green eyes flashing black and orange as his wings flexed unstinctively.

"For what? Following orders like the rest of the garrison? Doing what you were ordered to by those above you? I understand how the chain works, Uncle. Hell, like heaven has a hierarchy…" he said.

He didn't agree with what happened, but he'd never blamed the lower ranks for their obedience. His father might, but Mattaniah understood the necessity of maintaining the chain of command.

"Perhaps....for not realizing sooner. I have become alarmingly aware of just how far heaven has fallen from our original orders. I know you blame your grandfather.... but I wouldn't be so sure he's the problem," the garrison angel muttered, his voice gruff.

"I believe none of us have heard from him for far longer than anyone realizes."

Rare aesthetic: older siblings manhandling their rather aloof younger siblings

❛  i can't be the person you want me to be.  ❜ ❛  i can't be the only one fighting for this.  ❜ ❛  i can't be the reason you hate yourself.  ❜ ❛  i can't do this anymore, but i don't know how to stop.  ❜ ❛  i can't do this if you don't trust me.  ❜ ❛  i can't hate you, and that's the worst part.  ❜ ❛  i can't keep loving a ghost.  ❜ ❛  i can't keep waiting for you to choose me.  ❜ ❛  i can't look at you the same way anymore.  ❜ ❛  i can't lose you, too.  ❜ ❛  i can't make you love me.  ❜ ❛  i can't sleep without thinking about what happened.  ❜ ❛  i can't stop thinking about the way you left.  ❜ ❛  i can't tell you the truth without losing you.  ❜ ❛  i can't tell you to stay when i know you want to leave.  ❜ ❛  can't you hear yourself?  ❜ ❛  can't you just do me this one favor?  ❜ ❛  can't you lie to me, just this once?  ❜ ❛  can't you please just listen?  ❜ ❛  can't you see that i'm trying?  ❜ ❛  can't you stay, just for tonight?  ❜ ❛  can't you stop pushing me away for five seconds?  ❜ ❛  can't you tell i'm scared?  ❜ ❛  can't you understand that i needed you?  ❜ ❛  can't we go back to before everything changed?  ❜ ❛  can't we just be friends?  ❜ ❛  can't we just have one normal night?  ❜ ❛  can't we pretend, just for a little while longer?  ❜ ❛  can't we try again?  ❜ ❛  you can't ask me to stay after everything you did.  ❜ ❛  you can't decide how you want me now.  ❜ ❛  you can't erase what happened.  ❜ ❛  you can't fix this with an apology.  ❜ ❛  you can't just show up here without calling first.  ❜ ❛  you can't keep punishing me for surviving.  ❜ ❛  you can't leave like that and expect me to still be here when you come back.  ❜ ❛  you can't love someone only when it's easy.  ❜ ❛  you can't promise forever when you can't even promise tomorrow.  ❜ ❛  you can't save me from this.  ❜ ❛  you can't say you love me and then disappear.  ❜

He'd watched how he messed with their heads. How he played these games....

Appearing behind him, his grace enveloped the demon. His eyes turning a bright, piercing blue as he held the demon in place, keeping him from smoking out or shoving Nightmare or Nathan into the forefront.

"I think it's well past time that you and I had a conversation."

Phantom felt his magic and shadows go up to try to block the grace, but it wasn't enough.

God that hurt.

He growled, brown eyes turning black as he stared back at the angel. "What conversation? I'm well within my rights," he said, voice low as his shadows burned away.

The demon's words were almost amusing. Almost. "Rights? What rights do you think a creature like you possesses?" He scoffed, his grace merely holding him there. He didn't smite, nor did he purposely burn. It was merely a means to keep him from escape.

"The other demon in your possession. Nightmare. What deal is it exactly that you hold with him? The terms." He didn't want to make him talk, but he would if he had to.

However, this one.... The angel had seen a few times now. Coming and going from the hospital. He'd seen the emotions that were still spread thin every time he went back to his car.

He still seemed so human.

"Who was she to you? The woman you go to visit?" He asked, appearing behind the vampire in the hospital's parking garage as the lights went out, shorting and sparking off one by one.

Mike jumped at the sudden voice, not having smelled or sensed anyone else in the area. He turned around, taking a step back as the lights started dying.

The fledgling vampire was still new to the world of the supernatural. He had no idea who this guy was or what he wanted, he didn't recognize the man…creature. But something was making him feel he was burning deep inside.

"I…she…" He stopped, swallowing, eyes turning a dark red as his fear rose. "Her name was…is…Sarah. She's my wife…"

"Her state is...... unfortunate. I can tell you that she doesn't feel pain though. She's in a very peaceful mental palace at the moment," he assured.

"My name is Castiel.... I'm an angel of the Lord. I would like to.....to help you, if I can."

"I don't need or want your fucking help! Or theirs!" The demon growled. Or....he had been a demon anyway. Before this morning. Now he just felt sick as hell. He felt like his body was trying to shut down. He supposed too many drugs might have that effect on a person.

"What the hell do you think they can do anyway?"

"This feeling.....I can't believe I'm saying that. I'm feeling..... It's terrible. All the things I do every day," he muttered, unsure what the feeling was that was gnawing on his gut. He couldn't place it.

[Text: Tony] Not my first time handling a grown baby. Bring him on over.

continuation with @xthedevilyouknowx from here

Dean stared at him for a long second like he was genuinely considering murder. Then he snorted softly through his nose and dropped his duffel beside the ugly motel armchair in defeat. “First off,” he muttered, shrugging out of his jacket, “she laughed at my jokes. That practically obligated me to buy pie.” He pointed a finger at Sam without any real heat behind it. “Second, you’re six foot four. You fold onto couches like a dying spider. Last time we shared a room you kicked me in the kidneys three times.”

Dean grabbed one of the flat motel pillows off the bed before Sam could protest, tossing it toward the chair with practiced annoyance. Or, well… his chair now. “Besides,” he added, already settling himself against the armrest with the long-suffering sigh of a man who’d accepted his fate years ago, “you get bitchy when you don’t sleep.”

"Trust me, I'm not complaining. I'll see if they had any other vacancies tomorrow if I can hustle a few games of pool..."

He didn't particularly like doing it, but it was necessary. They needed to make money somehow. "I'm setting the alarm for first thing in the morning. We need to get cracking on this case so we should get about a solid four hours."

Paultin? Oh yeah....that's what he was calling himself. "Uh....if I'm being honest, I saw the show poster outside and just bought a ticket. I uh..." Her dark eyes never left the musician on the stage. He sounded different to an extent. A new sound, but that was his voice. More or less. So close it was uncanny. Time could have changed that right?

"He looks like someone I used to know very very well." It was him. It had to be. She'd known Miranda had been up to something, but what? She didn't know. Was he cursed like she was?

"Do you know him? Or....? Know a way I can talk to him for just a moment?" Fear was rising in her throat, bubbling just under her skin.

"Sorry....sorry that's rude of me. Uh....hi. My name is Casey." She sighed, offering her hand to shake. "He's just.....he looks just like my friend."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I think Dad will be glad to see you," he hummed, to which Casey nodded.

"I sure hope so. It's good to meet you either way."

Dante looked up, confusion flitting over his features as he got to his feet, taking the phone and putting it on speaker.

"Jasper, what's going on?" He asked, wondering just what their son had gotten himself into.

He couldn't help but feel as though the Federation was getting a bit off base with this request. Though he supposed he would be the right person or well....the right entity, for the job.

"Hello. I am Lieutenant Commander Data. I have been assigned to assess your current programming capabilities."

"Hello. I am Google IRL. Primary Function is to answer questions as quickly and accurately as possible," he said, dark eyes studying the other. His gaze then drifted a little to the side. "Secondary objective destroy mankind."

"The first objective is correct. The second is not permissible. Our functions are to assist mankind to the best of our abilities," the android explained, moving closer to plug GOOGLE IRL into the mainframe. He would need to run a few diagnostics on his system.