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“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the reasons.  This is important, you’re here and he isn’t.”  Alastair frowned and considered the weak little human in front of him.  He couldn’t decide if he should kill it now or later.  “Everyone has reasons for what they do, not a lot of them are very good.  I would know.”

“But why am I here? He… he said. Where is Castiel?” He’s growing more panicked as minutes pass. “Who are you? I’ve — seen you before.” Nothing good could have happened to leave him this bloody and without Castiel. 

Alastair rolled his eyes.  “You’re here because I sent Castiel back to his home in the fluffy clouds.  As for who I am…” Alastair wiped his bloody razors on his already ruined pants until they gleamed.  “Well, I don’t remember you, but if you’ve been riding shotgun then I wouldn’t be surprised if you do remember me.  You see, I’m the demon who has been bothering the little angel in charge of you.”

Jimmy’s eyes grew wide as Alastair spoke. “Demon. Of course.” He head fell back against the wall as he couldn’t hold it up any longer. He could tell he was growing weaker. “Why…”

“I’m sorry, I know you’ve lost a lot of blood, but you’re going to have to do better than that.  Why is such a general question, you could be talking about just about anything.  Why is the sky blue?  Why am I suffering from severe blood loss?  Why do cats always land on their feet?”

Jimmy straightens himself up some looking at the demon. “Why did… you send Castiel… away?” He struggles trying to keep his head up but it fall back against the wall again with a light thud.

“Because he’s an thief and an ignorant jackass and I don’t like him very much,” said Alastair honestly.  He didn’t understand why he was humoring the human, but he was surprised he was still awake.

Jimmy held on to consiousness a while longer, but he couldn’t work up the willpower to speak. Why me? His eyes slide closed, his body slumping over some as he feels consciousness slip away.

Alastair sighed as the human fell unconscious.  “Well, that was boring,” he said and shrugged. He disappeared.

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“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the reasons.  This is important, you’re here and he isn’t.”  Alastair frowned and considered the weak little human in front of him.  He couldn’t decide if he should kill it now or later.  “Everyone has reasons for what they do, not a lot of them are very good.  I would know.”

“But why am I here? He… he said. Where is Castiel?” He’s growing more panicked as minutes pass. “Who are you? I’ve — seen you before.” Nothing good could have happened to leave him this bloody and without Castiel. 

Alastair rolled his eyes.  “You’re here because I sent Castiel back to his home in the fluffy clouds.  As for who I am…” Alastair wiped his bloody razors on his already ruined pants until they gleamed.  “Well, I don’t remember you, but if you’ve been riding shotgun then I wouldn’t be surprised if you do remember me.  You see, I’m the demon who has been bothering the little angel in charge of you.”

Jimmy’s eyes grew wide as Alastair spoke. “Demon. Of course.” He head fell back against the wall as he couldn’t hold it up any longer. He could tell he was growing weaker. “Why…”

“I’m sorry, I know you’ve lost a lot of blood, but you’re going to have to do better than that.  Why is such a general question, you could be talking about just about anything.  Why is the sky blue?  Why am I suffering from severe blood loss?  Why do cats always land on their feet?”

Jimmy straightens himself up some looking at the demon. “Why did… you send Castiel… away?” He struggles trying to keep his head up but it fall back against the wall again with a light thud.

“Because he’s an thief and an ignorant jackass and I don’t like him very much,” said Alastair honestly.  He didn’t understand why he was humoring the human, but he was surprised he was still awake.

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“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the reasons.  This is important, you’re here and he isn’t.”  Alastair frowned and considered the weak little human in front of him.  He couldn’t decide if he should kill it now or later.  “Everyone has reasons for what they do, not a lot of them are very good.  I would know.”

“But why am I here? He… he said. Where is Castiel?” He’s growing more panicked as minutes pass. “Who are you? I’ve — seen you before.” Nothing good could have happened to leave him this bloody and without Castiel. 

Alastair rolled his eyes.  “You’re here because I sent Castiel back to his home in the fluffy clouds.  As for who I am…” Alastair wiped his bloody razors on his already ruined pants until they gleamed.  “Well, I don’t remember you, but if you’ve been riding shotgun then I wouldn’t be surprised if you do remember me.  You see, I’m the demon who has been bothering the little angel in charge of you.”

Jimmy’s eyes grew wide as Alastair spoke. “Demon. Of course.” He head fell back against the wall as he couldn’t hold it up any longer. He could tell he was growing weaker. “Why…”

“I’m sorry, I know you’ve lost a lot of blood, but you’re going to have to do better than that.  Why is such a general question, you could be talking about just about anything.  Why is the sky blue?  Why am I suffering from severe blood loss?  Why do cats always land on their feet?”

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“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the reasons.  This is important, you’re here and he isn’t.”  Alastair frowned and considered the weak little human in front of him.  He couldn’t decide if he should kill it now or later.  “Everyone has reasons for what they do, not a lot of them are very good.  I would know.”

“But why am I here? He… he said. Where is Castiel?” He’s growing more panicked as minutes pass. “Who are you? I’ve — seen you before.” Nothing good could have happened to leave him this bloody and without Castiel. 

Alastair rolled his eyes.  “You’re here because I sent Castiel back to his home in the fluffy clouds.  As for who I am…” Alastair wiped his bloody razors on his already ruined pants until they gleamed.  “Well, I don’t remember you, but if you’ve been riding shotgun then I wouldn’t be surprised if you do remember me.  You see, I’m the demon who has been bothering the little angel in charge of you.”

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Alastair flinched as Castiel hit him, but he lashed out and rammed Castiel. He kept moving after his shoulder connected with Cas’ chest and he shoved him backwards. He growled as he pinned the angel to the wall. “You,…

“I don’t care about that, Pillow.  It was lovely for you to arrange such a wonderful meeting regardless of whether or not you wanted to.” He caught Cas looking at Alastair’s knives and he chuckled.  “Do you like them?  They remind me of home.” He was still looking at his own knives when he lunged forward and swiped at Castiel, drawing a long deep slash down his chest and a short cut across Castiel’s throat.  Blood splashed back against him.

Castiel flinched as the knives sliced through his skin. The cuts heal much quicker than the broken jaw bone. He glares at the demon. “You just like having blood on your hands? Get. Out. Alastair.” 

“Leave? Now?  But I just got here.”  He slashed again, this time going for the muscles in Castiel’s sword holding arm.  He twisted and cut at his arm until he was sure that Cas wasn’t going to be able to hold up his blade. He felt a surge of pride as the blade clattered against the ground.

He fights against the blade trying to keep his own raised. He panics a second as it clatters to the floor and he tries to restore his arm. The muscles are healing slower than he’d like, as he stands between the wall and the demon. 

Alastair doesn’t hesitate.  He rushes forward and grabs Castiel by his face.  As he slams the angel against the wall he makes sure to do it head first. The feeling of the wall giving way as Castiel’s head drives into it is wonderful and he grins as he uses his free hand to slice Castiel’s throat down to the bone.  “Now doesn’t this just seem like deja vu?  Shall I wait and see if the blood junkie pops in this time to save you?”

He actually did turn his head to the door and pause for a short moment.  However, he didn’t wait long, he knew that he wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone with enough power to stop him.

“Shall I continue from where I left off?”  The question was obviously rhetorical, especially since Alastair slashed Castiel’s throat again to keep him from speaking.  He started talking, this time in an ancient language.

Vocal chords severed Castiel can do little but watch as the demon keeps slicing into his neck. He’s not sure whether or not to try to heal any faster. If he’s lucky, Jimmy won’t remember this. 

As Alastair begins the chant, Castiel flails a little trying to stop him him. His eyes begin to glow as his grace is forced to separate from the soul inside the vessel. If he had vocal chords he’d yell something, anything. In a flash of light, Castiel is ripped away from his vessel completely and forced back to heaven. He lands in a large garden somewhere in heaven. Not to his surprise, Raphael is standing over him as he rolls onto his back. He’s seized by two other angels and taken away. 

Back in Jo’s apartment, Jimmy Novak slides down the wall landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, too weak to hold his head up. Fortunately, if you want to call it that, Castiel’s powers have healed him enough for him to live and speak. He doesn’t look up, but he’s aware there’s someone else in the room. 

Alastair nodded to himself for a job well done as Castiel’s vessel slumped down to the floor.  He was surprised then, when the vessel took a breath and groaned and opened it’s eyes.

“He was keeping a live vessel?” laughed Alastair incredulously.  “Who knew Fluffy had it in him?”

“Wh-what?” He manages to lift his head enough to see the man in front of him. There’s a scrap of memory somewhere. Castiel… Why does this man’s face look familiar. He groans. “Where… am I?”

“You’re at Castiel’s girlfriend’s house.  I hope you don’t mind that Castiel’s been taking a few liberties with, well… you.  See, this is why you shouldn’t just give yourself away.”

“Girlfriend?” He’s vaguely aware he’s covered in his own blood. There’s a lot of it. How is that even possible… “Castiel… my family. They’re safe now. It was my daughter or me. I made a decision I had to make.”

“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the reasons.  This is important, you’re here and he isn’t.”  Alastair frowned and considered the weak little human in front of him.  He couldn’t decide if he should kill it now or later.  “Everyone has reasons for what they do, not a lot of them are very good.  I would know.”

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Alastair flinched as Castiel hit him, but he lashed out and rammed Castiel. He kept moving after his shoulder connected with Cas’ chest and he shoved him backwards. He growled as he pinned the angel to the wall. “You,…

“I don’t care about that, Pillow.  It was lovely for you to arrange such a wonderful meeting regardless of whether or not you wanted to.” He caught Cas looking at Alastair’s knives and he chuckled.  “Do you like them?  They remind me of home.” He was still looking at his own knives when he lunged forward and swiped at Castiel, drawing a long deep slash down his chest and a short cut across Castiel’s throat.  Blood splashed back against him.

Castiel flinched as the knives sliced through his skin. The cuts heal much quicker than the broken jaw bone. He glares at the demon. “You just like having blood on your hands? Get. Out. Alastair.” 

“Leave? Now?  But I just got here.”  He slashed again, this time going for the muscles in Castiel’s sword holding arm.  He twisted and cut at his arm until he was sure that Cas wasn’t going to be able to hold up his blade. He felt a surge of pride as the blade clattered against the ground.

He fights against the blade trying to keep his own raised. He panics a second as it clatters to the floor and he tries to restore his arm. The muscles are healing slower than he’d like, as he stands between the wall and the demon. 

Alastair doesn’t hesitate.  He rushes forward and grabs Castiel by his face.  As he slams the angel against the wall he makes sure to do it head first. The feeling of the wall giving way as Castiel’s head drives into it is wonderful and he grins as he uses his free hand to slice Castiel’s throat down to the bone.  “Now doesn’t this just seem like deja vu?  Shall I wait and see if the blood junkie pops in this time to save you?”

He actually did turn his head to the door and pause for a short moment.  However, he didn’t wait long, he knew that he wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone with enough power to stop him.

“Shall I continue from where I left off?”  The question was obviously rhetorical, especially since Alastair slashed Castiel’s throat again to keep him from speaking.  He started talking, this time in an ancient language.

Vocal chords severed Castiel can do little but watch as the demon keeps slicing into his neck. He’s not sure whether or not to try to heal any faster. If he’s lucky, Jimmy won’t remember this. 

As Alastair begins the chant, Castiel flails a little trying to stop him him. His eyes begin to glow as his grace is forced to separate from the soul inside the vessel. If he had vocal chords he’d yell something, anything. In a flash of light, Castiel is ripped away from his vessel completely and forced back to heaven. He lands in a large garden somewhere in heaven. Not to his surprise, Raphael is standing over him as he rolls onto his back. He’s seized by two other angels and taken away. 

Back in Jo’s apartment, Jimmy Novak slides down the wall landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, too weak to hold his head up. Fortunately, if you want to call it that, Castiel’s powers have healed him enough for him to live and speak. He doesn’t look up, but he’s aware there’s someone else in the room. 

Alastair nodded to himself for a job well done as Castiel’s vessel slumped down to the floor.  He was surprised then, when the vessel took a breath and groaned and opened it’s eyes.

“He was keeping a live vessel?” laughed Alastair incredulously.  “Who knew Fluffy had it in him?”

“Wh-what?” He manages to lift his head enough to see the man in front of him. There’s a scrap of memory somewhere. Castiel… Why does this man’s face look familiar. He groans. “Where… am I?”

“You’re at Castiel’s girlfriend’s house.  I hope you don’t mind that Castiel’s been taking a few liberties with, well… you.  See, this is why you shouldn’t just give yourself away.”

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Alastair flinched as Castiel hit him, but he lashed out and rammed Castiel. He kept moving after his shoulder connected with Cas’ chest and he shoved him backwards. He growled as he pinned the angel to the wall. “You,…

“I don’t care about that, Pillow.  It was lovely for you to arrange such a wonderful meeting regardless of whether or not you wanted to.” He caught Cas looking at Alastair’s knives and he chuckled.  “Do you like them?  They remind me of home.” He was still looking at his own knives when he lunged forward and swiped at Castiel, drawing a long deep slash down his chest and a short cut across Castiel’s throat.  Blood splashed back against him.

Castiel flinched as the knives sliced through his skin. The cuts heal much quicker than the broken jaw bone. He glares at the demon. “You just like having blood on your hands? Get. Out. Alastair.” 

“Leave? Now?  But I just got here.”  He slashed again, this time going for the muscles in Castiel’s sword holding arm.  He twisted and cut at his arm until he was sure that Cas wasn’t going to be able to hold up his blade. He felt a surge of pride as the blade clattered against the ground.

He fights against the blade trying to keep his own raised. He panics a second as it clatters to the floor and he tries to restore his arm. The muscles are healing slower than he’d like, as he stands between the wall and the demon. 

Alastair doesn’t hesitate.  He rushes forward and grabs Castiel by his face.  As he slams the angel against the wall he makes sure to do it head first. The feeling of the wall giving way as Castiel’s head drives into it is wonderful and he grins as he uses his free hand to slice Castiel’s throat down to the bone.  “Now doesn’t this just seem like deja vu?  Shall I wait and see if the blood junkie pops in this time to save you?”

He actually did turn his head to the door and pause for a short moment.  However, he didn’t wait long, he knew that he wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone with enough power to stop him.

“Shall I continue from where I left off?”  The question was obviously rhetorical, especially since Alastair slashed Castiel’s throat again to keep him from speaking.  He started talking, this time in an ancient language.

Vocal chords severed Castiel can do little but watch as the demon keeps slicing into his neck. He’s not sure whether or not to try to heal any faster. If he’s lucky, Jimmy won’t remember this. 

As Alastair begins the chant, Castiel flails a little trying to stop him him. His eyes begin to glow as his grace is forced to separate from the soul inside the vessel. If he had vocal chords he’d yell something, anything. In a flash of light, Castiel is ripped away from his vessel completely and forced back to heaven. He lands in a large garden somewhere in heaven. Not to his surprise, Raphael is standing over him as he rolls onto his back. He’s seized by two other angels and taken away. 

Back in Jo’s apartment, Jimmy Novak slides down the wall landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, too weak to hold his head up. Fortunately, if you want to call it that, Castiel’s powers have healed him enough for him to live and speak. He doesn’t look up, but he’s aware there’s someone else in the room. 

Alastair nodded to himself for a job well done as Castiel’s vessel slumped down to the floor.  He was surprised then, when the vessel took a breath and groaned and opened it’s eyes.

“He was keeping a live vessel?” laughed Alastair incredulously.  “Who knew Fluffy had it in him?”

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Alastair flinched as Castiel hit him, but he lashed out and rammed Castiel. He kept moving after his shoulder connected with Cas’ chest and he shoved him backwards. He growled as he pinned the angel to the wall. “You,…

“I don’t care about that, Pillow.  It was lovely for you to arrange such a wonderful meeting regardless of whether or not you wanted to.” He caught Cas looking at Alastair’s knives and he chuckled.  “Do you like them?  They remind me of home.” He was still looking at his own knives when he lunged forward and swiped at Castiel, drawing a long deep slash down his chest and a short cut across Castiel’s throat.  Blood splashed back against him.

Castiel flinched as the knives sliced through his skin. The cuts heal much quicker than the broken jaw bone. He glares at the demon. “You just like having blood on your hands? Get. Out. Alastair.” 

“Leave? Now?  But I just got here.”  He slashed again, this time going for the muscles in Castiel’s sword holding arm.  He twisted and cut at his arm until he was sure that Cas wasn’t going to be able to hold up his blade. He felt a surge of pride as the blade clattered against the ground.

He fights against the blade trying to keep his own raised. He panics a second as it clatters to the floor and he tries to restore his arm. The muscles are healing slower than he’d like, as he stands between the wall and the demon. 

Alastair doesn’t hesitate.  He rushes forward and grabs Castiel by his face.  As he slams the angel against the wall he makes sure to do it head first. The feeling of the wall giving way as Castiel’s head drives into it is wonderful and he grins as he uses his free hand to slice Castiel’s throat down to the bone.  “Now doesn’t this just seem like deja vu?  Shall I wait and see if the blood junkie pops in this time to save you?”

He actually did turn his head to the door and pause for a short moment.  However, he didn’t wait long, he knew that he wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone with enough power to stop him.

“Shall I continue from where I left off?”  The question was obviously rhetorical, especially since Alastair slashed Castiel’s throat again to keep him from speaking.  He started talking, this time in an ancient language.

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Alastair flinched as Castiel hit him, but he lashed out and rammed Castiel. He kept moving after his shoulder connected with Cas’ chest and he shoved him backwards. He growled as he pinned the angel to the wall. “You,…

“I don’t care about that, Pillow.  It was lovely for you to arrange such a wonderful meeting regardless of whether or not you wanted to.” He caught Cas looking at Alastair’s knives and he chuckled.  “Do you like them?  They remind me of home.” He was still looking at his own knives when he lunged forward and swiped at Castiel, drawing a long deep slash down his chest and a short cut across Castiel’s throat.  Blood splashed back against him.

Castiel flinched as the knives sliced through his skin. The cuts heal much quicker than the broken jaw bone. He glares at the demon. “You just like having blood on your hands? Get. Out. Alastair.” 

“Leave? Now?  But I just got here.”  He slashed again, this time going for the muscles in Castiel’s sword holding arm.  He twisted and cut at his arm until he was sure that Cas wasn’t going to be able to hold up his blade. He felt a surge of pride as the blade clattered against the ground.

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Alastair flinched as Castiel hit him, but he lashed out and rammed Castiel. He kept moving after his shoulder connected with Cas’ chest and he shoved him backwards. He growled as he pinned the angel to the wall. “You,…

“I don’t care about that, Pillow.  It was lovely for you to arrange such a wonderful meeting regardless of whether or not you wanted to.” He caught Cas looking at Alastair’s knives and he chuckled.  “Do you like them?  They remind me of home.” He was still looking at his own knives when he lunged forward and swiped at Castiel, drawing a long deep slash down his chest and a short cut across Castiel’s throat.  Blood splashed back against him.