Chapter Three An ¤ Explanation

That night Genesis dreamed, her first dream in years. Every night she would close her eyes and the voices of the angels would fill her sleeping mind, never letting her dream. But this night, she wished she had their voices for this dream was something no one wanted.

She saw herself in a room, a room she had never seen before, made of steel with many sigils carved and painted on the walls. In the middle of the room was a table made of the same steel as the walls with leather straps that had sigils carved in them as well. She wouldn't have feared the dream if she had not been strapped to the table, covered in burns and inflamed cuts. No one else was seen in the room, but she could feel its presence, dark and evil unlike the angels' holy presence.

"I told you," she cried, "I don't know how I got my powers!"

She felt the presence move and a slash appeared across her stomach, intersecting an almost healed scar.

"Castiel!" she screamed, but her cry resulted in a stab to her thigh.

"I will never tell you where they are." she spat, trying not to let her tears spill over. "No," she gasped, struggling against her bonds, "He has nothing to do with this! Please, don't hurt him!"

She awoke with a start, feeling the fading pains from her dream. She looked down at her arms and saw that they were unscathed, expecting to find blood stained skin she flinched when she threw off the covers.

"Hello Genesis." a familiar voice said from the end of her bed. "What were you, dreaming about?"

"Cas!" she shrieked and pulled the blankets back on, "What are you doing in here?"

"I was watching over you." he replied, turning around to look at her in confusion as if it were obvious.

"You couldn't have done it from the other side of the door?"

"I would not have been able to see you if I had done that."

"Castiel, go down stairs." she instructed, her tiredness did not help the situation.

He simply nodded, stood up from the bed and exited the room, closing the door slowly behind him. She sighed and fell back on her pillow, unable to control the embarrassment flowing up to her cheeks once he had left. Eventually, she rolled out of bed and threw on a loose fitting shirt over her grey tank top, not bothering to change her sweatpants. Though she felt ready to go down the carpeted stairs, she hesitated, the thought that an angel was in her house sent shivers down her spine. When she thought she would turn around and lock her door she heard a crash from the kitchen that sent her flying down the staircase.

"What happened?" she called as she rushed into the room.

"I was looking for your supply of oils." he replied with his head buried in her cabinets.

She slowly walked around the island and saw that her jar of flour had been knocked off of the counter and was now shattered on the floor.

"Cas." she sighed

"Yes?" he pulled his head out of the white cabinents and it was all she could do to not laugh when she saw the fine layer of grey dust on his black hair.

"Are you going to clean this up?" she asked and motioned towards the mess on the floor.

"Oh," he said and looked at the white powder and glass, "Not right now." and he went back to his search.

"Thanks Castiel." she muttered sarcastically and strode over to her living room.

"You're welcome Genesis." he replied, not knowing sarcasm.

She snorted softly at his response and dug through the couch cushions searching for the hidden remote. She threw her hands up in the air and started to walk over to the television when Castiel stopped her.

"If you are searching for the lost controller it's under the television."

"Why is it under the tv?" she asked as she looked and grasped the remote.

"There was an, incident." he said slowly.

She turned around and saw that he had moved on to the other cabinet, tossing out a bag of brown sugar. She shook her head and pressed the power button, her eyes quickly widening when she saw the channel that he had left it at.

"Castiel, were you watching-" she started.

"We're not supposed to talk about it." he interrupted her.

"You've watched that before?"

"Like I said, we're not supposed to talk about it."

"Cas look, wait, who's we?" she turned around expecting him to still be in the kitchen but jumped when he was directly behind her.

"Sam and Dean Winchester, they're hunters who travel across America. They are also important to you as well."

"Castiel, for once, please just tell me straight up what's going on with me."

"I haven't been given the right to tell you everything."

"Then tell me all that you can." she said softly.

"Very well." he sat down on her couch and didn't say anything as she stood there, waiting for him to continue. Finally, she understood that he wanted her to sit as well and she awkwardly set down beside him, feeling him inside of the vessel.

"So why do the angels need me?" she asked, looking over at him.

"Lucifer is rising from his cage, sixty six seals need to be broken and the demons have already broken half of them."

"Why don't you just guard the other half of the seals?"

"That would be impossible considering there are thousands of seals to choose from."

"So how does this affect me?"

"When Lucifer rises the apocalypse will begin, but, in order for him to take control fully he needs a vessel, his true vessel. If his vessel gives his consent, then Michael must come down on Earth and smite him."

"Why is that such a bad thing?" she questioned, "The devil would be dead, his demons would disappear with him."

"The battle would destroy half of the earth." he replied flatly.

She looked at him, wondering how he could keep his voice emotionless when he talked of the destruction of the Earth.

"And how do I tie in with all of this?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"You are the one who will stop the apocalypse." he replied, looking at her for the first time in their conversation.

"No, no, no, you've got the wrong person Cas." she stuttered, leaping off of the couch to stare at him.

"You can hear the angels, correct?" he asked, still sitting.

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Then you are the right person. You must speak to the archangels, convince them not to fight on the Earth."

"How can I do that, Cas?" she demanded, "Lucifer became the devil because he hated humans, he would love to destroy us."

"But you are the only one who has the power to persuade them. Even if you must only talk to Michael." he reasoned, standing in front of her.

"Castiel, they're archangels, I've never spoken to one before, I've never even heard one! Wont they kill me since they're so powerful?"

"Do you trust me?" he asked, taking a step towards her.

"Cas, that has nothing to do with what we where talking about."

"Do you trust me?" he repeated, searching her eyes for an answer.

No matter how hard she wanted to tell him she was still trying to, she knew she would be lying to both of them. "Yes." she finally whispered.

"I can make you survive the encounter, but you cannot doubt me, not for a second."

"Then I wont." she replied.

Taking one more step he opened up his arms and embraced her with them, pulling her the rest of the short distance. Shock shot through her body when his arms closed around her, she stood there with her arms stiff at her side. She could feel his angel heart pulsing under his vessel's chest, a song more than a drum beat. Without realizing what she was doing she slowly loosened her arms and wrapped them around the trench coat. The loneliness she had felt all her life suddenly disappeared with that simple gesture.

"Do you have anymore doubts?" he asked her.

"No." she whispered, the only word she could manage through her lips.

"Good." he whispered and pulled away from her and reached out to touch her chest.

"Slow down hot shot," she backed up, "Just because I let you give me a hug doesn't mean you can do everything now."

"I was going to put I sigil on you that will hide you from demons." he explained.

"What do you have to do?" she asked skeptically.

"Just let me perform it."

She looked at him for a long while, trying to find something in his shining eyes but turned up empty handed.

"Fine." she sighed and stepped back towards him.

Slowly, he placed his hand on her chest and chanted something under his breathe in a language Genesis had never heard of. Suddenly, a fiery pain carved itself into her ribs and caused herself to fall back and give a small cry.

"What did you do?" she demanded when she had recovered.

"I wrote Enochian on your ribs to hide you from demons." he said as if he had it done before, and he in fact had.

"Warn me about the pains next time." she groaned and made to go back upstairs to recover from the events that had happened in a small time frame. "And please clean up that flour." she begged.

"Of course." he replied and looked over to the kitchen, seeing the green apple from the night before. The fruit of knowledge.

Please vote, comment, and tell this to all of your demons. ~God Bless

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