7Disclaimer: Well, I've never even been to Vancouver, Canada. It's highly unlikely that I own anything in this story except for the plot and my OCs. Usually.
Sammy's POV
The meadow was, indeed, full of blue flowers. They were the colour of the sea. Like, the exact colour of the sea. It was kind of unnerving, but still very serene. Unfortunately, the serenity was ruined by an annoyingly shrill cry coming from a small child.
"You're all late! By five whole entire minutes! Lisabeth, darling, please do me a favor tell them that they're late!" The small girl shrieked, looking at an even smaller girl with mousy brown hair who was sitting patiently next to her.
"You're late," She said in a condescending tone. She reminded me of Hermione, in a very strange, very twisted way.
Dean narrowed his eyes. "And you're in the habit of taking advantage of small children, aren't you, Sylvest-bitch?" He snarled.
"Why, what could you possibly mean?" She feigned innocence, but we all scoffed in annoyance at her little charade.
But it gets worse. We heard a loud snap and suddenly- "What have you gotten yourself into, Moose? And why is Squirrel involved?!"
"Dammit, Crowley!" Dean yelled as Cas glared steadfastly at the King of Hell.
"Aww, that's cute. This is the King of Hell? Dean Winchesters best bro?" Sylvesti taunted. Crowley looked at her, as if just seeming to notice her. He instantly decided that he didn't like her. Can't blame him, honestly.
"Who in hell is the brat?" He growled, sensing her angelic presence. Even that oblivious little shit could feel the pulsing aura of Heaven. "Wait, don't tell me- She wants you dead. And you want her dead. And she insulted my reign, so I have to destroy her?" He smirked evilly.
"Why are you here, Ugly Crawfish?" Gabe sighed exasperatedly. "No one likes you." Like, seriously. No one. Negative No One. Why isn't he dead yet? His own mother hates his guts!
"Well that's just rude. Moose, control your…. What is he? Child? Potato? Pet? Yes. Pet. Hold on, wait, Crawfish? What? That's stupid. Wait, where were we? Oh, right, I'm here because I sensed the draaaammmmmmaaaa! And you know I love drama!" I laughed as sarcastically as possible. Sure. That's why he's here. Gabriel was too busy looking insanely affronted at the insult to afford a comeback.
"Why are you actually here, Crowley?" Cas spoke up, still glaring at Crowley.
"Fine, fine, this bitch murdered some of my favorite demons so I want to kill her," he shrugged. He was trying to look nonchalant, but a blind man could see the murderous glint in his eye. "Happy, Team Crowley?"
"Not a team!" Dean and I shouted at the same time. "And definitely not Team Crowley." Dean growled.
"Speaking of, are we going to fight, or just jibber jabber?" We had all forgotten Sylvesti was there. Oops. "I'm bored because you idiots are boring. I wanna play!" Logically, when eight year old angel want to play, they actually want to kill you. Viciously.
Gabriel drew his blade, as Cas behind us did the same, and, unsurprisingly, Crowley got out his own that he had probably stolen from some poor, dead angel. Whatever. Dean and I drew guns with magazines of bullets made of melted angel blade. Yeah, I know. We're awesome as hell. Or…. Yeah, not Hell. Hell sucked.
Sylvesti and her small posse got out their own blades and lunged at us. Time slowed down. Everything around me seemed to fade, as it always did when I fought. I was aware of the others, though. Gabe got in a knife fight with an eight year old, and Cas got a teenager. Sylvesti lunged directly at Dean, who shot her in the shoulder. She shrieked, falling back. "That was mean! Lisabeth, darling, please avenge me!" Geez, at least she has manners. If that counts as manners. She was fine, but the faker faked.
"Yes, ma'am." The brown-haired child attacked Dean, expertly knocking the gun out of my brother's hand. He gasped as she kneed him in the gut, glaring at him and pinning him to the ground, when I moved to help him, I was knocked down myself. I struggled to break free, but that didn't work very well.
Luckily, Crowley decided to help at that moment. He picked up Dean's discarded gun and shot Lisabeth in the back, piercing her right in the heart. She howled in unspeakable pain, flailing. After a few moments, she fell back, her wings permanently imprinted on the ground. Dean jumped up and snatched his gun away from the King. He shot my attacker before we advanced on the angel vs. angel fights.
"No! Stay back, Sammich!" Gabe screeched, managing to nick the other angel's cheek, causing it to flinch, which turned out to be a fatal flaw in this case. He drove the silvery blade into her stomach, kicking her down and running to my side to check for injuries. It was sweet and all, but in the middle of a battle?
"Gabe! Behind you!" He whirled around, but not in time. An angel nicked his shoulder blade, right where the wing would be. He screamed over dramatically and fell over stage style. My heart nearly stopped for a moment. He let us see his wings so he looked Dean, but he winked at me so I knew he was a faking faker.
Cas let out his full grace when he spotted Gabe's "lifeless corpse". The many lower level angels died instantaneously. Sylvesti laughed stood right in front of us, hand on her blade as if this were a cheesy cowboy film. Heh, I wish. She glared at us, cackling. "They were pitiful anyways!"
Dean was perfectly capable of fighting off her tiny hands, but her amazing strength was a bit surprising. She easily tossed him aside, leaving him in a crumpled heap against a maple tree (so damn Canadian!). Cas scoffed half-heartedly, looking softly at his boyfriend. He vengefully lunged at Sylvesti, wings out and grace glowing. She actually looked slightly freighted, but still somehow managed to block his attack and put him in a head lock with her blade against his neck. It was a funny sight, a little girl trapping a full grown man. I glanced at Gabe, who was lying behind her.
"Surrender. Your golden winged assface died, and the raven winged one is useless," The little brat taunted. Gabe sprang up at the insult to Cas, sneaking behind her and cleanly cutting her head off. Her arm went limp and Castiel stumbled out from her grasp. Beautiful wings imprinted themselves against Gabriel's chest when she fell on him. Cas ran over to Dean, carefully checking for any injuries that he might have somehow gotten in the fight- or when he was brutally thrown against a tree. Hmm.
"Dammit! That was my favorite shirt!" He complained, pouting. I smiled, kissing his forehead softly. Damn, what would I do without this little twink in my life? Be dead, probably.
"Let's go home, babe."
"Home? But Sammy, you're right here with me! I'm already home."
And on that cute AF note, I end this long overdue chapter. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have no excuse, because I was simply just down with a major case of FREAKING WRITERS BLOCK/CRAMP/BASICALLY ALL ELSE WRITING RELATED. Also, my book that I'm writing took priority. Then I became hella obsessed with YouTube. Oops. The next chapter is supposed to be super fluffy, and I love writing fluff. So yeah. Maybe by Christmas, my yogurt pretzels. Who knows? #YoloSon. I'll try to get 2000 words. Haha. BTW watch Troye Sivan now on YouTube. NOW. Byebye, sweeties.
DEMIGOD, OUT.