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vii. do not count on it !
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     NOT LONG AFTER Castiel's sudden appearance, the Winchesters and the angels were teleported abruptly to the warehouse that they had found themselves in a few weeks prior. Castiel laid in the middle of the large open room, badly injured. The dark circles around his eyes were as black as the night, and it was as if he was barely clinging onto the life that he had. "We need the right blood. . . There's a small jar. . . End of the hall, s-supply closet." He muttered through his pain. His white cloth undershirt was drenched in blood from the wounds concealed beneath, and they seemed to be worsening by the second. Sam muttered a response before heading in that direction.

     Ariel approached Castiel with a stern yet concerned look masked upon her face. She knelt down before him to make it easier for him to look upon her. "I hope you understand what you have done wrong here." She scolded.

     Castiel let out a quiet, and tired chuckle. "You have no idea." He gripped his head with a wince of pain. "You know. . . I tried to kill you."

     "What, when you murdered your own brothers and sisters mercilessly in cold blood?"

     Castiel nodded his head slightly. "Naomi prevented me from killing you. I guess I should be grateful, or else you would not be here to help me if I had."

     "I would never have let you kill me, you idiot."

     "Oh sister, you doubt the power of the Leviathans."

     Ariel smirked. "No, brother. I doubt the power of you." 

     The female abruptly stood to her feet and stormed towards Dean to help him push the furniture out of the way.

     A few minutes later, the wall lay completely barren, which created the perfect canvas to be painted on with the blood from the supply closet. The male angel's condition continued to worsen by the second as he struggled to fight the monsters caged inside. "Hang in there." Bobby said to the male angel after glancing down at his hand held clock. "Just a couple of minutes."

     "Where's Sam? It's go time." Dean responded. Ariel glanced back at the three males, and noticed that Sam was no where to be found. Dean turned and walked towards the closet that his brother was supposed to be grabbing the blood from.

     Ariel stepped closer to Castiel and placed her hands on her hips. She knew that there would be many types of blood in the closet, but not enough to where Sam would get confused.

     Dean returned a few moments later with a jar of blood in hand, and his brother still no where to be found. "What the hell?" Bobby said once seeing Dean alone. "Where could he have gone?" Ariel's heart dropped. Immediately concern overtook her body, but she knew deep down that they had bigger issues at hand.

     "I don't know, but it doesn't matter right now. What matters is Castiel throwing those things back into purgatory." Dean responded quickly before rushing towards the wall. He used the bandana from his back pocket as a brush. He dipped it into the blood, and then began to paint on all of the symbols and drawings.

     A few seconds had passed, and Bobby began to grow anxious. He glanced down at his watch, shut it quickly, and said, "That's good enough." He then walked over to Castiel to hoist him to his feet while muttering, "Alright, step right up, Cas."

     Bobby led Castiel directly before the symbols Dean had just painted as the Winchester turned on his heels to stand in the center of the room. Bobby followed, and Ariel walked forward to meet them. As Bobby began to read off a paper in Latin, a strange, but familiar, feeling inside of Ariel's mind began to fester.

     Without a single warning, Ariel was being transported to another room. She gasped as she was ripped from the scene with the three other men, and instead found herself in Naomi's pearly white office.

     "Are you fucking kidding me?" Ariel hissed as he stood up to teleport back. "I was in the middle of doing my job!"

     Naomi looked shocked at the angel's nasty tone. "You are never to speak such a word again, do you understand?" She growled.

     "Alright, I won't curse. But seriously, let me go back. We were about to finish the job that you literally gave me to do!" Ariel screamed, pounding her fists on the table.

     Ariel's boss stood to her feet and leaned closer to the extremely frustrated archangel. "Do you know who I am?"

     "Yes." Ariel muttered, shriveling backwards to sit in her seat.

     Naomi walked around the desk to stand directly before Ariel. "I was the one who gave you your position as the archangel of protection, if I'm not mistaken." She trailed. "And if I was the one to give it to you, that means I can also take it away. . ." Naomi crosses her arms in front of her chest, and leaned closer to the blonde angel. "You keep that in mind next time you want to blow up on me like that again."

     Ariel gulped and nodded her head quickly. Naomi shot her a tight smile before returning back to her seat. "Now, back to business. I gave you two missions to complete. One, to have Castiel throw the Leviathans back into Purgatory. I did summon you too quickly, but with your celestial intervention, it would have altered the course of history not too favorably." She explained. Ariel firmly nodded her head as her boss continued. "The second, was to rid yourself of the romantic feelings for Sam Winchester that swarm in your body like flies. That, however, seems to be going in the opposite direction. Do you realize that?"

     "Naomi, I'm trying! I listened and did everything you told me to! It's not working. You can't just get rid of feelings like they're nothing! But of course, you wouldn't understand because you don't have feelings. Only I do because I have some sort of internal problem with my body."

     Her boss gave her a sympathetic smile. "You're right. You do have an internal problem, but it is fixable. You must find the way, or I will have to give you an ultimatum."

     "Help me, Naomi. I don't know what to do."

     "Oh, Ariel. I have tried to help you, don't you remember? My methods do not work, making it completely in your hands now." She smirked. Ariel's mouth fell open. How was she supposed to get rid of something that she didn't put there in the first place?

     She shook her head. "Why are you doing this to me? I've always obeyed your orders, and I'm still trying!"

     "That's exactly why. You used to be a stone cold soldier, and now look at you. Completely hung over some boy that doesn't even feel the same way."

     You don't know that, she thought to herself. I know he has feelings for me.

     Naomi laughed. "You're pathetic! Look at you! You're thinking about him right this second. You need to get your act together, Ariel. Angels don't have feelings. Get yourself figured out, or you may very well lose your grace completely."

     Just as fast as she had been summoned, Ariel was gone.

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