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Post by Jilak on Jan 12, 2011 5:33:58 GMT -5
Phantom had indeed noticed the dip in his power level. While still rather strong, he was less so. It helped him attempt to put two and two together. He smiled as Zandor revealed the room the two were in. He really wanted to kill him, he really did. But Daniel's morality seemed to be taking effect on him, and so he really had to consider it. On the one hand, Zandor would likely try to take petty revenge if left to his own devices. It was a harrowing situation.
"See, was that so hard? Thing is, I probably should kill you, because if I let you live you'll probably take petty revenge. But I know what you're probably thinking right now. You're screwed either way. If I don't kill you, once your boss is done killing me, he sure as hell will. But you're wrong. Sure, your boss would... he'd probably kill you, yeah. Not just your host, you. Who best to torture a demon than another demon, right? But me, if you help me, I'll let you go on to your own devices. Probably not the most moral of things to do, but I really couldn't give a damn." Phantom broke off for a moment. Egon was waking up. Their conversation would have to end swiftly.
"I felt the power dip when I gripped your host's heart, so I assume either you or he is a battery. Probably works in reverse. You're probably thinking 'if he lets me live, I'll just drain his power so my boss can kill him'. Well, your boss is probably a prick, and he'll probably kill you afterwards anyway. I don't know what I'm going to be running into in there, but I can assume it'll be big. I need you to juice me up." Egon was sitting up at this point, grabbing for his glasses.
"Answer. Now."
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Sam's senses had indeed been reactivated. It was then he realized where the red flag was coming from. The man before them. The so-called 'doctor'. He was a demon. But not just any demon. 'Sins', Castiel had called them. This was dangerous. It seemed John had realized something was wrong when the man had gripped Dean so closely, as he went reaching for his gun. John Winchester was a good shot, he felt he'd be able to hit the man without hurting Dean. But Sam put out a hand to stop him.
"Dad, wait. He's not your average demon. He's a sin. He's like Wrath before. Even Castiel had trouble taking him on." Sam stated. Cat was out of the bag, it seemed.
"Who the hell's Castiel and why's his failure worth your brother's life?" John asked, pointing his shotgun forward.
"He's... an angel."
"You met an angel and you didn't tell me?!"
"I didn't think you'd believe us! Dad, you weren't always the most religious guy in the family, and even then, you felt that everything supernatural was evil!" Sam responded.
"That's because it is!"
"Then what's Castiel, dad? He's saved our lives multiple times. What the hell is he?" Sam asked.
"A liar. Or a shapeshifter. Either way, that thing's got your brother."
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 12, 2011 5:47:15 GMT -5
The asshole was continuing with his conversation?! He had his host's heart in his hand and he was making smalltalk?! Beyond that, how the hell had he figured out about the Demon Lord. He hadn't told him. Or he might have been thinking that had his brain not hit panic mode. Dammit, he was being yanked around. It would be an inconvenience, and a rather great loss. This host's powers were useful, and he'd only had him for a day!
His host's face was turning blue from lack of oxygen, and it was beginning to twitch as Phantom continued. He noticed the human sitting up and reach for his glasses. Well shit, it was a rock and a hard place. If he went with Phantom, he'd have a Demon Lord after him. A jealous Demon Lord. If he didn't go with Phantom, his host would die and that would be a damn shame. And as a result, Zandor's true nature came out as he gave a knee jerk response about three seconds before Egon got his glasses on.
"De...De... Deal!" Zandor managed to gasp out. If Phantom didn't let him go in the next few seconds, his host would asphyxiate.
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Jonah smirked wide as John pulled out his gun. Oh, if he fired that he'd shoot his son, he'd make sure of it. And then... and then Sam stopped him. Fair enough, fair enough. And then... they began to ignore him?! He snarled and stood up, the height difference between him and Dean meaning Dean wasn't on the ground. He shifted his grip so that he had a hand around Dean's throat.
"I don't think you two realize the danger your precious family member is in!" he snarled. Dean coughed in his unconscious state, "He really does have pneumonia, you know. And I wonder... how much is he worth to you? I saw your panic before, daddy. He's so very precious, isn't he...?"
And Jonah was smirking again. And his eyes... they were white.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 12, 2011 6:02:17 GMT -5
"Good on ya, pal." Phantom responded with glee to Zandor, releasing his hold on his host's heart and pulling free his arm. He then put both hands on Zandor's shoulders, turning the two of them invisible and intangible, quickly flying into the hall. Just in time, too, as Egon got his glasses on. Once outside the room, the two re-solidified. Phantom patted Zandor on the shoulder, keeping a rather gleeful smile on his face. He wasn't being smug, he was actually rather happy. While he had no qualms with killing in his past life, he had to admit he'd hate to sully his rather fantastic gloves so quickly.
"You haven't made the wrong decision, I assure you. Keep out here, keep a low profile, juice me up, maybe drain him down a bit. Haven't decided how I'm going to go about trying to kill a demon yet, but it should be pretty interesting. If worst comes to pass, you get the hell out of here. I consider you one of my comrades now, at least at the moment, and I don't want you getting hurt." Phantom stated, turning a glance down the hall. The room wasn't that far away.
"And we're off..." Phantom finished, going invisible and soaring down the hall.
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Sam and John likely would have continued arguing, had Jonah not thrown his tantrum. After he was done making a prick of himself, he smirked. This sent a burst of rage through both John and Dean. But there was nothing either could do about it at the moment without risking Dean...
"Let him go. Take me if it'll make you feel important. Just let. My son. Go." John threatened, continuing to finger his trigger. He wouldn't shoot. He COULDN'T shoot, and the demon knew that. His bluff was probably very ineffective, but they were out of options...
"Delivery, my fist!" Rang a voice. It would sound unfamiliar, alien to John. But to Sam, it would sound... familiar. Granted, last time he'd heard it, the individual in question had been on the verge of death...
At the same time as the voice came, an individual materialized next to Jonah. He had snow white hair, and his eyes were glowing... a rather dark green. His fist was also on fire. The fist which, if he didn't move, would be slammed into Jonah's face. Yeah.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 12, 2011 6:14:37 GMT -5
Zandor would have probably fallen to his knees gasping had Phantom not grabbed his shoulders and yanked him out. The reason he could pat Zandor's shoulder once they were out was because he fell sideways into the wall to catch his breath. However, after the few seconds he took to recover he turned towards Phantom and gave a smile in return. He didn't mean it, but if there was one thing Zandor was good about doing, it was asskissing whoever he was working under at the moment.
He almost laughed when Phantom said he didn't want him hurt. The idiot was actually caring about him? He'd overestimated the entity's cruelty. He gave a soft smile, however, and nodded. Phantom wouldn't feel a drop in the boost he was already getting... but Leviathan wouldn't either. Zandor turned to smirking as soon as Phantom was out of sight. He'd turn the tables in a few seconds...
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"Where would be the fun of that? Besides, you want him..." Jonah smiled wider, "That makes him that much more important, don't you think? It makes me wa-"
Jonah was cut off by Phantom's arrival, both in terms of energy and words. He turned right into the fist... or would have had suddenly every bit of his power was lost, enough that he wouldn't be able to maintain himself even over an unconscious host. Danny'd likely fall straight onto the ground with Phantom suppressed, and the attack wouldn't connect.
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Zandor smirked as he suppressed every bit of power from Phantom as he could. And that took care of that. He chuckled to himself. Never trust a demon. Whatever Phantom was, he was a fool.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 12, 2011 20:54:44 GMT -5
It was true that Zandor had been unable to deduce what Phantom was. It was understandable, at the very least. Sometimes even Phantom had problems remembering what he was. The term that had always been applied to them, this group of beings, was 'ghost'. Everyone, far and wide, used the term. Phantom, however, was not one of those individuals. He felt they were something more, something starkly different to actual 'ghosts'. He hadn't had a chance to find out what before his big battle with Plasmius.
Zandor would, however, be able to deduce which creature it was that then put a hand on his shoulder. It was an angel, dressed in a brown trench coat and suit. And in his other hand, the one not clasping the man's shoulder, was his blade. From his back, visible for only a moment, were a pair of misty black wings.
"I am the angel, Castiel. Normally in this situation, I would head straight for the direction I sense the Demon Lord to be in. Sam and Dean Winchester are sure to be there. But then, I'm forced to wonder, with an extremely powerful Demon Lord in there... what's your purpose? What makes you so special?" Castiel asked, gripping Zandor's shoulder.
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Phantom hadn't at all been expecting that. Zandor had seemed so trustworthy, too. He cursed under his breath as his punch fell flat and he collapsed to the floor. A very confused Daniel came back up, looking around the room. Unfamiliar man with gun. Another unfamiliar man holding one of the men that had saved him rather tight. Something about the tall man, other than the fact that JESUS CHRIST HE WAS TALL, seemed off about him. Danny didn't have time to ask about the situation before Sam was screaming.
"Daniel, get out of here! Go get help!" Sam exclaimed, looking to the teenager.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 12, 2011 21:18:41 GMT -5
Zandor had been rather focused elsewhere. In different circumstances it might have cost his host's life. Given what had arrived, possibly his life, although the power level difference made it a bit on the unlikely side. In any case, he practically jumped out of his skin as a strong hand closed around his shoulder. His attempt to whirl around was thwarted by the man's strong grip, and his eyes widened as he saw Castiel... both his host and Castiel.
Zandor's expresion turned to a snarl. Angel. And a lower ranked one at that. The couldn't be more than third sphere, even with the boost the angel was probably getting from the psychic battery that served as his host. The wings were a flex of power, even with their limited time visible... even though they were not uncommon to appear when an angel first appeared, they didn't have to. It was a warning.
"I'd ask the same of the humans you're guarding, angel. If you stick around to question me, you might not have anything to guard anymore," Zandor threatened.
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Jonah hadn't really been expecting anyone to intefere. At least, not coming through the wall. So his eyes had widened in surprise and he'd been about to transfer Dean to one arm when the... threat sort of... just collapsed and hit the ground. Um... okay? He was still aware of the presence of the Winchesters though, so if John tried to shoot him he'd use Dean as an unnecessary shield. And he'd block anyone that tried to rush him with Dean's body. Unconscious precious things were quite useful.
When Samuel shouted at Daniel to get out of there, Leviathan smirked. So many attachments to use! He let out a smirk to let Sam know he'd heard him and the next occurances were his fault and then lifted up a foot and slammed it down onto Daniel's wrist, effectively pinning him there.
"So, I think I have an idea," Leviathan's dark smirk widened. His eyes were still white. He lifted Dean up a bit more and pressed harder on Danny's wrist, "I think it's time for you to choose."
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Post by Jilak on Jan 12, 2011 21:43:02 GMT -5
Danny felt a mix of emotions run through him as he had a foot stomped upon his wrist. Pain was definitely one of them. Jonah was a pretty heavy dude, after all. Another was fear. For the first time in a long time, Daniel Fenton was terrified. Whatever was going on here, it wasn't good, and from the looks of it, someone was going to end up dead. However, another, third emotion also arose. One that didn't... quite feel his own. Rage. Quite the surge of rage, it was, too. Danny blinked... and his once blue irises became instead an odd red tint.
"I didn't... claw myself... from the very pits of my host... after having to reassemble my own goddamn spirit... to go down like some demon's bitch." Phantom stumbled out. He was struggling. He was attempting to get his power level to rise to a more malleable state. It had always been Phantom's trigger. Anger. But this Zandor guy, whatever he had going on, he had him suppressed but good. Even so, he encircled his free hand in a ball of ectoplasmic energy.
"You demonic pricks are really starting to get on my nerves. Don't fight fair, the lot of ya. You've got your lacky boosting you up, draining me down, and you're holding captives? Jesus. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. My fist." Phantom got out. He brought said hand upwards. If Leviathan didn't react in time, Phantom intended on punching him in an area generally considered quite painful. It was a relatively logical choice on Phantom's part. The last demon had a host, and seemed to react poorly when he'd nearly ripped said host's heart out, so perhaps this one would react in a similar fashion to a different stimuli.
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"You're right. I should probably be off helping Sam and Dean. But the two can handle themselves, they've done it for years before being thrown here. The best way I can help them seems to be here, and now." Castiel said. He broke off there, bringing up his blade. Unless Zandor reacted, Castiel would attempt to stab him in the back.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 12, 2011 22:39:33 GMT -5
This was a phenomenally bad day for the demon known as Zandor. He'd only gotten his new host the night before, and already all this had happened. Castiel was speaking calmly still, showing quite the division in species types. Angels did tend to be calmer about shit. Zandor was attempting to pull away, and his aura actually caused him to almost glow with an energy rather similar to Phantom's. A drain was a drain, after all.
It didn't do him any good. As soon as he reacted, Castiel had finished up his speech and had driven a fucking holy blade into his back. His attempt at pulling away had saved his host's life. Castiel missed the heart, instead driving the weapon into Zandor's shoulder blade. His eyes flashed dark grey and he jerked away from the angel... taking the blade with him. It was sticking out of his back, and he could feel it there.
"You want to fight a Demon Lord?! Be my guest!" Zandor practically spit. And in a quick flash of fire and brimstone he was gone... with Castiel's blade.
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Leviathan looked down with an annoyed expression as Phantom clawed his way loose. Now, he didn't know the specific "ghost" being he was dealing with, but he knew of their sort. The Lords were all aware of far more worlds than the one they currently inhabited. He noticed that the longwinded entity was intending to attack him, and while he didn't note the exact angle, he was able to put a shield up.
...Dean's unconscious body was hit in the lower chest because Leviathan had crouched as he arranged his living shield. Leviathan was already leaping backwards with a lot of force, but he'd land with the grace unexpected of a man his size. Dean's eyes popped open from the force of impact and his cough this time was accompanied by blood. He crumpled to the ground, continuing to cough with traces of blood, seemingly trying to push himself up. Damned if he knew what the hell exactly was going on, his throughts hadn't gathered, but he knew there was deep shit going down.
"You always hurt the ones you treasure," Leviathan smirked. Zandor was gone, he could feel that, but it would mean the ghost being wasn't being suppressed. And really, while Sam's sibling rivalry was feeding him, his concern for Dean was muting it. He still let his aura flare with enough force that Sam would very possibly be overwhelmed, and even John would feel it, "One might have lived if you'd chosen."
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Post by Jilak on Jan 13, 2011 22:22:23 GMT -5
It was astounding how quickly shit hit the fan for the group. Even Castiel had to note that the Winchesters had the worst luck he'd ever seen. It seemed to be wearing off on him, as well, as the demon teleported... with his Angel Blade. That wasn't good. It was a gift from his Father, and losing it would be bad news. He considered, for a moment, going out to look for it. But he realized the Winchesters were likely in danger. So he requested a sign from his Father. It came in the form of the demon lord's flared energy. Castiel looked up from his reverie, before teleporting.
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Sam had indeed been quite overwhelmed. He'd actually grabbed his head, having gotten rather dizzy. John, however, had noticed that Dean had fallen to the ground. He'd have to see about his son in a moment. He had a shot. A shot that he took, unloading on Leviathan.
At this same moment, Phantom noticed that his power sap had vanished. He celebrated it by unleashing a blast of ice in Leviathan's direction, around the same time John unloaded his shotgun. Sam took the opportunity to dive for Dean, to check on his brother.
"Dean! Gotta get outta here, dad and Danny are unloading on this guy, but I don't think it's gonna be enough. My whole head's swimming, I don't think even Cas could handle him." Sam rushed out, trying to keep a cool head. What he wasn't showing, or at least what he was trying not to, was that he was losing it.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 14, 2011 10:48:08 GMT -5
A lot of things can be said about bullets. While they didn't tend to send people flying back like in the movies, there was force behind them. And John had unloaded a fair number. A lot of things could also be said about Phantom's ice powers, abilities gained only due to his host, when you really thought about it. They instantly froze plants without a second thought, so the fact that Jonah was able to merely lift a hand and swat the blast of ice away as if it had already frozen, sending ice shards to his left. Anyone caught by one of them would get a nasty slice, at best.
As for John's bullets, they'd all hit. He'd unloaded five and every one had hit the man's upper chest. Two had hit where his heart should be, so it was clear John had been aiming to kill. However, it was about as effective as the ice. Jonah took one step back from the force, but nothing more. There were holes in his shirt indicating the bullets had hit, but no blood. Jonah lowered his head and began to chuckle.
Meanwhile, Dean had barely heard Sam. Had it been anyone but Sam, he probably wouldn't have. He was still coughing, and the occasional bit of blood came up. However, he was still trying to get to his feet. He could hear the chuckling, and he was a good enough Hunter to figure out just what that was. And of course, Sam was still there.
"Sammy..." Dean coughed, "Get... you get out...."
"You think this body is a simple host?" Jonah's voice was dark, nearly inhuman, and he was still chuckling. He lifted his head and had a psychotic grin as wide as his face, "Leave both of them and and I might let you live."
(OOC: CAS NOW WOULD BE A GREAT TIME TO ATTEMPT A BIG DAMN HERO. XD)
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Post by Jilak on Jan 14, 2011 13:44:31 GMT -5
Things were going incredibly bad. Of course, things had been going incredibly bad since they'd made land on the island. It seemed the demons weren't content just leaving them on the island. No, they'd been rather fierce in their following attempts to kill the Winchesters. And honestly, this time, Sam wasn't entirely sure they would make it. There was a very, very strong demon staring them down. John's bullets hadn't made a scratch, and he'd knocked away Daniel's... ice beams. Daniel had shot ice. From his hand. What the hell?
John had quickly realized that his salt rounds wouldn't exactly do the trick here. As such, he dropped his shot gun, instead pulling a flask from his side, quickly unscrewing it. It was filled with holy water. That would be his last chance. He couldn't exactly try exorcising here, there wasn't a body to exorcise this demon from. It had just made it very clear that it wasn't inhabiting a vessel.
Phantom was quite surprised that his ice blast had been so effortlessly knocked away. It being knocked away at all was bad enough, but... it had been swatted away like a fly. He pushed himself to his feet. That guy's bullets had been pretty useless, as well. This wasn't going to end well...
"Dean, man, no! I'm not gonna leave you here! Now come on, you've got to get up!" Sam urged, taking fervent glances towards Leviathan.
Amidst all the chaos, amidst all the yelling, and the shooting, and the possibly dying, there appeared a bright light. A light that was almost blinding. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone. In its place there was a man. No, not a man, more than a man. An angel. Castiel.
He quickly took stock of the situation, scanning the room. One would have to be incredibly observant to notice, but at Danny, his eyes widened for a moment. It passed quickly, however, before he turned to Leviathan.
"You're no ordinary demon... Sam, Dean, Mr. Winchester, Danny. Get out of here. I'll hold him off." Castiel announced, raising his voice yet remaining visibly calm.
"Who the hell are you?" John asked. He'd just appeared in a bright light. Whatever he was, he wasn't human, and John so far saw no reason not to kill him.
"I am the angel, Castiel."
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 15, 2011 3:38:19 GMT -5
Dean tried to make the angriest face he could. It was at best a pained grimace, followed by a few more coughs. What Sam didn't seem to be realizing was Dean couldn't go much of anywhere. Even by some sheer Determinator power he got himself up, he wouldn't even have the ability to get out of the hospital before he passed out again. He'd been extremely sick before the punch in the gut, and while it wasn't obvious, the man had internal bleeding. He attempted to push Sam away. It was more of a weak swat that he managed.
Jonah had taken a quick sidestep at the flash of light, and for maybe half a second he seemed almost tense. And then the smile returned to full force, his eyes remaining as white as ever. He took a quick step forward, and giving his height it was an impressive step, and grabbed Dean by his shirt collar before anyone could react. He threw the man's body into Phantom (not caring if it passed through, Dean would still be hurt).
"This is the excuse for reinforcements that is being sent these days? You're a foot soldier, nothing more," Jonah taunted. He indicated Phantom and Dean, "These two are mine, angel," he chuckled and glanced at Phantom. He didn't seem to care about John's flask, "One isn't even in your jurisdiction, now is he?"
Jonah knew about Phantom's host, of course. But right now he was taunting the divine intervention. He was quite sure he was still the center of attention here. Unfortunately, he was flexing a lot of power. He needed one of the Winchesters to pull some idiocy out of their suppressed envy if he was going to keep at this rate...
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Post by Jilak on Jan 15, 2011 3:58:01 GMT -5
Castiel paused for a moment, glaring at Jonah. So far everyone they'd run into had referred to him as simply a 'Foot Soldier', but Castiel felt he was more than that. He was one of God's foot soldiers. And he felt it was a distinction that needed to be made. His glare continued as Jonah taunted him, throwing Dean into Danny. Even more as Jonah made mention of how Phantom wasn't even in his jurisdiction. He was right, really. Most of his taunting was quite right. It was then that Castiel continued his trend and did something rather... unexpected, however. He gave no response to Jonah. He simply turned and walked to Dean. John looked quite surprised, Sam looked quite shocked, even Phantom was rather taken aback.
"Castiel, what're you...?" Sam asked, as Castiel put two fingers to Dean's forehead, closing his eyes.
"Your wounds are too extensive for me to completely heal, but I'll do what I can." Castiel said, an indirect response to Dean's question. John continued to stare, flabbergasted. An angel. He couldn't believe it, wasn't sure he wasn't being mislead. As such, he reloaded his gun and fired a shot. The rocksalt round hit Castiel's shoulder. He didn't flinch.
"You really expect me to believe you're an angel?" John asked, incredulously.
"I don't expect you to believe anything, John Winchester. I expect you to have faith. In me. In God. In your sons." Castiel responded.
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Post by mugenginga on Jan 15, 2011 4:05:43 GMT -5
Jonah looked irritated again. Although, in some kind of ironic twist, he seemed less threatening as a result. He walked forward swiftly and grabed Castiel by his trenchcoat, attempting to yank him back. He was using enough force that the angel would be thrown against the wall strongly enough to damage it if he didn't either dodge or fight back in some manner.
"This isn't a battle you can win, angel!" Jonah snarled... although his voice was rather human again...
Dean, regardless of Castiel's reaction to Jonah's actions, suddenly took in a deep breath. It burned his throught like a sunovabitch, but hey, he wasn't coughing. He spit as he could taste the blood in his mouth, and pushed himself up to his feet wobbly. He reached out for Sam's arm, and if he gave it he'd use it to pull himself up.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 15, 2011 4:23:23 GMT -5
Castiel was thrown back. He didn't attempt to dodge or fight back, he was simply thrown back. It damaged the wall a fair bit, and Castiel staggered for a moment, but he managed to recover, putting a hand on the wall next to him. He looked to the Demon Lord. Never once did he lose his calm composure, his face still remaining expressionless. There was only one way out of this, and that was to talk it out.
"You're right. It's not. To be quite honest, when we're done here, I'll probably be dead. You called me a Foot Soldier, earlier. You're right. I am. But look to yourself. Your underling has abandoned you, and you've so far done nothing but throw a tempter tantrum." As Castiel uttered this, Sam offered his arm to Dean, helping his elder brother up. Castiel took a quick glance to Phantom, a subtle flick of his eyes. It was all the acknowledgement the ghost needed. He took Sam's other hand.
"I won't go down without a battle. I have no delusions about this. Surely, you would kill me. But it would be worth it to know I've done my job." Castiel continued. Phantom offered his other hand to John. Though a moment's hesitation, the other man took it. Phantom wasn't certain why the idea hadn't come to him earlier, but Castiel had gotten his point through.
"Even so, I don't think the mission God has planned for me is quite finished yet." Castiel couldn't teleport them. That wasn't an option with Dean's sickness. But Phantom could fly them out. It would be hard, but possible. Castiel teleported to the group, shoving his hand in the pile. Phantom went intangible, attempting to lift as quickly as he could...
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