Coming Together Part II
It didn't take a month, it took a year before Castiel and the Winchesters found anything. They were patient, it wasn't like Chuck was going anywhere.
Chuck still hadn't unleashed his master plan, to be honest they weren't that worried. If Castiel was a gnat, Chuck was a star. Brighter than a gnat but one star in a sea of trillions.
They appeared in the rafters, apparently their Moon had tracked the Winchesters movments.
They stood locked in a standstill in a barn.
"Who are you? What do you want with us?"
Dean glared at them his gun cocked.
"Look Lady we want a friend free from a stupid deal. You're the key -"
Dean stumbled backward at the shot to his arm. He dropped his gun and as Sam reached for him the others charged.
They felt a swell of pride at the efficiency. But where were the other two? They had hoped the failsafe trigger had been wrong. But this scene showed they'd been right. Something was very wrong.
The sound of wings drew everyone's eyes to the barn doors. Guns and swords looked at the ready as the doors burst open.
Castiel stilled at the scene, his angel blade slid into his hand. But his eyes went wide when he looked at his moon.
"Andromache?"
So that was their Moon's name in this iteration. Interesting. Wait why did the gnat know it?
Andromache stilled and narrowed her eyes.
"We've met?"
Castiel chuckled and dropped his blade much to the distressed noises of the Winchesters.
"Egypt, you saved the Pharaoh's son, I helped you smuggle him out."
Andromache's eyes went wide and she beamed. She strode toward Castiel pulling him into a tight hug.
"Cassiel."
Castiel winced and shook his head looking away.
"Not - not anymore. Call me Castiel."
Andromache nodded and squeezed his shoulder.
"Andy then, it's quicker. You're going to tell me what the hell this is all about?"
She waved the others down. The only other woman spoke up narrowing her eyes at Castiel and the Winchesters.
"What is he?"
Andy turned to grin like a wolf at the other woman.
"An angel."
The three others gasped in shock. The other woman clutched at the cross around her neck.
Castiel had turned away from them to heal Dean. Dean didn't look pleased with these turn of events.
"You've known each other since the 10 plagues I'm guessing? What are you? Vampire? Witch?"
Andy snorted and crossed her arms.
"Human, immortal humans. We don't know why either. Neither did Castiel when I asked him then."
Castiel nodded straightening pulling Dean to his feet. Sam looked perplexed and a little excited.
It was - why were they listening to this?
The humans and angel tensed as they appeared. Guns were drawn on them but no one fired.
They gave a cold grin and met Andromache's eyes.
"Where are the others?"
Andromache blinked her mouth thinning in a line.
"Why should I tell you? How do you know about us?"
They simply shrugged.
"There is supposed to be seven. One is dead,"
The others flinched as they stepped closer.
"So where the other two? I know they're alive."
One of them gasped but they didn't pay attention to who. They turned to Castiel, eyes cold and hungry.
"Find the other two, then we'll think on your debt."
They disappeared, they listened as Casriel brought them to the bunker to fill them in on everything that happened since Egypt.
Nicolo and Yusuf hands tightened at the thought of God being evil. They only laughed, oh if only their comets knew.
It was a week later when Andy finally gave the location of one of the others. As she said, she only did so because she needed to get to him. Something was coming - bigger than them. They needed to be together.
They didn't wait to see what Castiel said in return. They appeared in Paris, in font of the rundown apartment building.
They let their awareness go wide, creeping through the apartment. There - in apartment 2B that's where one of them were.
They shifted their form into the human who had once gone by Lykon.
They appeared in front of the apartment door and slipped inside. They didn't see the other right away but they were close. They moved through the living room, stilling as they heard a noise.
The hall closet.
They opened the door, their mask cracked.
The man - Sebastien as Andromache called him coughed. Blood welled from his mouth he spit it out. His eyes were hollow and dull as they finally looked up at them.
"H - help me?"
His chest was covered in dried blood, the collar around his neck dug into his skin.
He opened his mouth to speak again but they had seen enough. The game needed to end.
A touch to his temple and Sebastien's eyes went white, black veins crept from his eyes.
Slowly he came back and met their eyes. They could see it, trying to of how to address them. So many names, so many lives...which name did he choose?
"Lykon."
They blinked, that wasn't the one they'd guessed but they nodded all the same and kneeled before them.
"Dalazo -"
They slipped into their native tongue - older than enochian, and two times as beautiful. They reached for Dalazo only to still at the sharp jerk of Dalazo's head.
"No, no - Sebastien or Booker. I - I am not that enity. I - do not call me that Lykon."
Lykon simply nodded and helped free Sebastien. At this rate they would do whatever he wished.
Sebastien staggered to his feet and sagged against them his body shaking. The lights around them dimmed and popped.
They tried to steady them, to soothe them.
"We'll get the others, this game needs to end this -"
"No, if - if they wish to continue let them. I just - I need sleep Lykon."
Lykon bit his lip and nodded.
"Who did this to you Sebastien?"
But he could already guess as Sebastien turned to the doorway.
"Her."
Quynh stood in the doorway, shock and anger mixing on her face. Slowly knives slid into her fingers.
"I have no idea who the fuck you are, but you're not Lykon. Get away from what's mine before I eviscerate you."