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“Thank you both… for everything you’ve done…” and with that, Castiel gathered up Samandriel and teleported. He didn’t know where he was going, or why, exactly he was leaving Dean and Sam, but he had to. He knew had to take the other angel away…as if he were on autopilot.
“Very good, Castiel, now hand the traitor over.” That voice…The room he was in…he wiped the blood from his eye, he was very confused.
“Naomi?” He frowned, trying to remember Samandriel’s last words, as he stood with the dead angel in his arms. “That’s…your name right?”
Naomi sighed, but when she spoke, her voice was gentle. “Of course it is Castiel, now hand over the traitor, and we can have a little chat.” Cas looked down at the corpse, his eyes were wide with the fear he must have felt in his last moments.
“Why is he dead? Samandriel was…good…wasn’t he?” He was so confused and his head hurt, he wasn’t supposed to hurt…angels didn’t hurt like this. He reached on of his arms up to his face, and wiped away blood.
“Castiel, set Samandriel down.” Cas was staring at the blood on his hand, concern was overshadowed by confusion mixed with wonderment. “Castiel. I gave you an order.” Naomi’s voice snapped him back to the present, and he felt the weight of Samandriel in his arms once again.
An order…yes…she had given him a task to do. Castiel let Samandriel fall to the floor. “Good, Castiel. Very good. Now, I need you to sit. You and I need to have a little…chat.” Cas thought there was a slight hesitation before she said chat, but he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure about anything anymore.
He noticed Naomi watching him, scrutinizing something about him. Cas looked down at himself, he was covered in Samandriel’s blood, but that wasn’t his fault. What was she staring at? He looked at her, and opened his mouth. “Don’t speak Castiel. You have nothing to say that I want to hear. Sit. Now.”
She was angry. Castiel thought he should sit…and yet, for some reason he was afraid. “Don’t make me ask you again, Castiel. Sit.”
He moved stiffly over to one of the chairs and sat. “Good, Castiel. Very good.” Naomi was suddenly in front of him, Castiel tried not to flinch. She leaned close to him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair. “Now, Castiel I need you to close your eyes for me, okay?”
He was very afraid now, but he didn’t want her to be angry…
“Very good Castiel.”