I was still handcuffed to the couch. Day 2. They brought me food and water when I asked, followed me when I stretched my legs. This type of life sucked. I sat there, dozing off. I looked over at the table where my daughter was. It was a damn shame they wouldn't let me go. Cas sat next to me. His hands flew to his temples, he was screaming in pain, an excrutiating headache.
I saw Alex jolt up, color coming back to her skin, she was gasping for air as if she was swimming under water for a while.
"Sam!" I called loudly. Sam ran down the stairs.
"What the hell..." Sam muttered, then looked at Dean.
God's mission. I had to complete it. I couldn't tell anyone. Cas gave me a look. He knew. He knew what God wanted me to do. I gave him a look not to tell anyone, he slightly nodded, I could barely percept it.
"What the hell...?"
"Get these things off of me!" Dean growled. Sam unlocked his handcuffs. Dean got up and ran to hug Alex.
"Dad." She smiled. She seemed vaguely different. I saw Cas differently. I could see his wings and his halo, although it look as if it were falling. His wings were a jet black, and huge. I'm surprised they didn't knock anything over.
"Who made a deal?" Sam ask, a look in his eye.
"Nobody," Cas stated. "This is the work of God. That's why I got the headache. The only question is what did God demand her do to come back?" Cas looked at me, telling me with his eyes that he already knew.
"I-I don't know. I can't remember anything. How long was I gone?" I lied through my teeth. I wanted to tell them, but this was the wrong time. But then again, what time would be right?
"What's the last thing you remember?" Sam asked.
"Getting torn to shreds by a werewolf." I said, an angry look spreading on my face. "And it kinda hurt."
"If you fell, it would hurt." Cas said. I glared at him.
"Yes, it would." I smiled. "Because I did. When Dakota helped me back. I fell."
"What I don't understand is why God would bring her back." Sam said. "You really don't remember anything?"
"I told you what I remember!" Lies.
"Do you know anything about this, Cas?" Dean asked.
"No, Dean. I don't know." Cas replied. Lies.
"This is crazy." Dean said.
"I know. I want to find out why God wanted me alive. This is weird. Cas, you're sure you don't know anything?" I asked, tilting my head.
"I'm sure, Alex." And with that he swore his allegiance.
We walked into a diner that was down the street. It was a nice diner. Sort of. Dean and I ordered bacon cheeseburgers (even though I didn't have that much of an appetite), and Sam and Cas didn't order anything.
"You're sure you don't remember anything?" Dean asked.
"Dean, she doesn't know anything." Cas hissed. I looked at him, warning him to be careful.
"I-I'm just shocked. My daughter's alive." Dean smiled at me, and I gave him a half smile.
"Don't be too loud. People will think we're Satan worshippers." I hissed quietly.
Dean, Sam and Cas laughed. I raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know how many people think that?" Sam asked, still laughing. I facepalmed and took a big bite of my cheeseburger.
"That's not good." I said, commenting on their speech.
"You know, Luci isn't that bad. He is," He looked at me. "My brother."
"Luci?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"We all have our names that aren't ours but represent us." Cas replied. I nodded. What a long way to state such a simple sentence.
"You know, what did he do to be cast into Hell?" I asked.
"Well, he rebelled. Sort of what I'm doing, hanging with these Winchester boys." Cas said, smiling. I nodded. This was fun, staring at Cas's wings. They were huge. Why couldn't normal people see them? They were magnificent.
Dean placed a 20 on the table, and we left the diner.
When we got back into a motel, there were 6 or 7 people standing there.
"Demons! Get down!" I yelled. They dropped as my blade fell out of my sleeve and into my hand. I threw it and it implanted itself within a demon's chest. A scream emerged from her and she fell to the ground. Dean tackled one Demon, Cas using a blade of his own on two demons, skewering the both in one try.
Would you like to try a demon-kebab?
I grabbed my blade out of the demons chest. Dean muttered the exorcism.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spirtus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, Ergo draco maledicte ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire. Te rogamus. Audi nos."
It didn't work. He was stunned. "What the hell..?" The demon threw Dean off of him, smiling, his normal eyes flickering to black.
"You're going to die today, Dean Winchester." The demon muttered in a low, rusty voice.
"No!" I yelled. I ran over to him, knocking the demon off of him. I placed my hand on his forehead, and the demon screamed as where his eyes should be there was a glowing light. He fell to the ground with hollowed out eyes.
"What the hell?" Dean screamed behind me. I didn't stop now, it was too late, I jumped onto the back of another demon and slammed my hand on her head and her eyes glowed too, become hollowed.
Cas did the same thing to the last demon, but his eyes didn't glow.
"Sorry, kiddo!" He hissed in Cas's face and grabbed Cas's knife from the table next to them. I wouldn't get there in time for it to stop.
A last moment decision came to mind, it was risky, no angel had attempted it before. I had to decide quick or Cas would die.
"Everybody cover your eyes!" I hissed. They did as I was told. I muttered some words in Enochian and lights errupted from everywhere. The light fixtures popped, the ground shaking, a bright light errupted from my body and hit the Demon. The demon was stuck in a box of light, and he was screaming on the top of his lungs, and eventually he screamed one last time and he exploded. His insides splattered all over the wall. I sighed, and panted. That was a lot of energy. Thunder was heard and lightning flashed as I turned towards Dean, unfolding my wings for the first time. They were shone in the light of the flashes, until they were fully unfolded. They knew my secret. I was no longer human, I wasn't like Cas, either. A regular angel couldn't have come up with a spell with that much power. No, I wasn't a regular angel.
"Alex, what was that?" Dean asked, his eyes wide. It wasn't with surprise, it was fear. Fear of what I am, of what I've become.
"I'm not an angel, Dean."
"No? Then what the hell was that?"
"I'm an Archangel."
I hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Is it me or is Alex even more bad ass then she was?