Fic: Unraveling (Part 6)
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dauntperplexity[Masterlist] [Part 5]
Cas found it hard to concentrate on finding the bombs with his stab wound throbbing. He had ignored it long enough when he was fighting Alastair and Azazel, but he found that the injury was more stubborn than he was.
As soon as he knocked out Alastair and Azazel and flew them down to the police, his adrenaline stopped pumping. He tried to heal his other injuries he received, but he wasn’t able to. He felt so weak and vulnerable.
He made the brothers tell him how many bombs they planted in the building. Alastair broke first after Cas reached into him and touched his dark soul and said there were seven, but he couldn’t find where they were. He searched Alastair’s eyes for any trace of a lie and found none. Now, all he had to do was search the entire building for seven bombs.
He wished that he could have ‘zapped’ away from the crowd, but doing that took more concentration and energy than flying. Energy that he could not waste. He needed to get the bombs away from the people as soon as possible. He let out his wings, causing the people around him to step back. Then he flew back into the building.
Cas found the first two bombs in the basement along with all of the janitorial supplies. He inspected the two bombs as he continued to search for the others. He had never seen bombs like those before. They were spheres the size of softballs. The bombs were silver and had etchings carved into every inch of the surface. He couldn’t make out the scripts, but he recognized them. He didn’t know what it meant when they were the same etchings that were on the blade that stabbed him.
He was not a bomb expert, but he knew that even the best person would not be able to figure out the mechanics of the bomb he held. From looking at it, he knew that the two brothers didn’t create it themselves. He wondered if there was another angel on the planet.
He let out a nervous sigh and groaned when he felt it mostly in his stab wound. He had no idea what would be released or how or if they would explode. And he had no idea how much time he had.
He looked down and saw his wounds still bleeding. He knew that he was in trouble when he saw traces of his grace leaking out of him. He rushed to search for the rest of the bombs.
He found the third and fourth bomb in one of the staircases in lobby. He flew up the rest of the stairwell thinking that was how the brothers got up to his floor. He flew to his floor and ran to his desk to set down the bombs. He knew he wouldn’t be able to carry them while searching for the last three. He was afraid of dropping them.
He thought about where the brothers could have gone in the building. He didn’t leave Dean long enough for them to make their way to other floors without suspicion. Then he remembered that one of the brothers went into Crowley’s office. He ran to it, not wanting to waste his grace to get there.
He searched the entire office for it. He found it in a box Crowley had marked ‘Incoming’. He grabbed it and set it on his desk next to the other four. He saw them get brighter and he knew that he was running out of time.
Cas ran to Dean’s desk, thinking that they might have hidden one in it. He opened every drawer and found nothing. Another bomb could have been hidden in any of the dozens of desks on the floor. He began to despair.
His head was pounding. Some part of him knew that it was because of his proximity to the bombs. He knew that time was running down and he still had two bombs to find. He knew that he couldn’t search through the entire office.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He began to concentrate on finding if there was another bomb on the floor. Using grace that he knew he needed to reserve, he started to search. His grace led him to the women’s bathroom on their floor. He found it wrapped in paper towels and stuffed into the bottom of one of the trashcans.
He grabbed it and walked back into the pen. He gathered the six spheres into his arms. There wasn’t another one on the floor.
He tried to think of where else the last one could be. His head was pounding so hard that his nose started bleeding. He would have wiped it away if he wasn’t holding the bombs.
He took a deep breath that shook his body. He began coughing and was not surprised when coughed up blood. His body was falling apart. He only needed to keep it together for a little while longer. And he needed to concentrate.
Then he remembered that the only other place that they could have been was on the roof. He ran to the stairs, then flew up. Then last bomb was in plain sight and he thanked God for small favors.
He gathered it in his arms. Once they were all together, they started to glow so brightly that it probably would have blinded a human. When the glowing didn’t die down, he knew that he had to get away from the city.
He tightened his hold and took to the sky. He had no idea how big the explosion would be, but he knew it was enough to take out his work building. He needed to fly as far away as he could from people. He looked out and saw the port. He took off in that direction.
Flying was taxing on him. He was afraid that at the pace he was flying, he wouldn’t be able to make it out there. He made a decision and changed his direction to the sky. He flew up. He figured that if he flew high enough, the atmosphere would burn up any trace of the bombs.
He continued to fly up, his body temperature dropping from the change in air pressure. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt cold. He kept beating his wings, propelling himself up and into the atmosphere.
The orbs in his arms heated up and he knew that they were going to go off soon. He didn’t know how he knew, but the bombs would have probably leveled half the city if he didn’t find them. He looked down and saw the Earth. He couldn’t make out where he had just flown from.
He smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Then the orbs let out a high-pitched shrill. He knew his time was up. He let go of the orbs and saw them attach to each other and form a circle. The etchings on the surfaces lit up with a luminescent blue. The circle began to spin and he doubled over, clutching his stomach. He felt like there were hundreds of knives inside of him, slicing him up.
In that instant, he knew that the bombs were supposed to kill him.
Then the bombs stopped spinning. And the bombs went off one by one in slow motion.
The last thing he saw sky above him. All he hoped was that he didn’t cause too much damage when he hit the Earth.
[Part 7]
Cas found it hard to concentrate on finding the bombs with his stab wound throbbing. He had ignored it long enough when he was fighting Alastair and Azazel, but he found that the injury was more stubborn than he was.
As soon as he knocked out Alastair and Azazel and flew them down to the police, his adrenaline stopped pumping. He tried to heal his other injuries he received, but he wasn’t able to. He felt so weak and vulnerable.
He made the brothers tell him how many bombs they planted in the building. Alastair broke first after Cas reached into him and touched his dark soul and said there were seven, but he couldn’t find where they were. He searched Alastair’s eyes for any trace of a lie and found none. Now, all he had to do was search the entire building for seven bombs.
He wished that he could have ‘zapped’ away from the crowd, but doing that took more concentration and energy than flying. Energy that he could not waste. He needed to get the bombs away from the people as soon as possible. He let out his wings, causing the people around him to step back. Then he flew back into the building.
Cas found the first two bombs in the basement along with all of the janitorial supplies. He inspected the two bombs as he continued to search for the others. He had never seen bombs like those before. They were spheres the size of softballs. The bombs were silver and had etchings carved into every inch of the surface. He couldn’t make out the scripts, but he recognized them. He didn’t know what it meant when they were the same etchings that were on the blade that stabbed him.
He was not a bomb expert, but he knew that even the best person would not be able to figure out the mechanics of the bomb he held. From looking at it, he knew that the two brothers didn’t create it themselves. He wondered if there was another angel on the planet.
He let out a nervous sigh and groaned when he felt it mostly in his stab wound. He had no idea what would be released or how or if they would explode. And he had no idea how much time he had.
He looked down and saw his wounds still bleeding. He knew that he was in trouble when he saw traces of his grace leaking out of him. He rushed to search for the rest of the bombs.
He found the third and fourth bomb in one of the staircases in lobby. He flew up the rest of the stairwell thinking that was how the brothers got up to his floor. He flew to his floor and ran to his desk to set down the bombs. He knew he wouldn’t be able to carry them while searching for the last three. He was afraid of dropping them.
He thought about where the brothers could have gone in the building. He didn’t leave Dean long enough for them to make their way to other floors without suspicion. Then he remembered that one of the brothers went into Crowley’s office. He ran to it, not wanting to waste his grace to get there.
He searched the entire office for it. He found it in a box Crowley had marked ‘Incoming’. He grabbed it and set it on his desk next to the other four. He saw them get brighter and he knew that he was running out of time.
Cas ran to Dean’s desk, thinking that they might have hidden one in it. He opened every drawer and found nothing. Another bomb could have been hidden in any of the dozens of desks on the floor. He began to despair.
His head was pounding. Some part of him knew that it was because of his proximity to the bombs. He knew that time was running down and he still had two bombs to find. He knew that he couldn’t search through the entire office.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He began to concentrate on finding if there was another bomb on the floor. Using grace that he knew he needed to reserve, he started to search. His grace led him to the women’s bathroom on their floor. He found it wrapped in paper towels and stuffed into the bottom of one of the trashcans.
He grabbed it and walked back into the pen. He gathered the six spheres into his arms. There wasn’t another one on the floor.
He tried to think of where else the last one could be. His head was pounding so hard that his nose started bleeding. He would have wiped it away if he wasn’t holding the bombs.
He took a deep breath that shook his body. He began coughing and was not surprised when coughed up blood. His body was falling apart. He only needed to keep it together for a little while longer. And he needed to concentrate.
Then he remembered that the only other place that they could have been was on the roof. He ran to the stairs, then flew up. Then last bomb was in plain sight and he thanked God for small favors.
He gathered it in his arms. Once they were all together, they started to glow so brightly that it probably would have blinded a human. When the glowing didn’t die down, he knew that he had to get away from the city.
He tightened his hold and took to the sky. He had no idea how big the explosion would be, but he knew it was enough to take out his work building. He needed to fly as far away as he could from people. He looked out and saw the port. He took off in that direction.
Flying was taxing on him. He was afraid that at the pace he was flying, he wouldn’t be able to make it out there. He made a decision and changed his direction to the sky. He flew up. He figured that if he flew high enough, the atmosphere would burn up any trace of the bombs.
He continued to fly up, his body temperature dropping from the change in air pressure. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt cold. He kept beating his wings, propelling himself up and into the atmosphere.
The orbs in his arms heated up and he knew that they were going to go off soon. He didn’t know how he knew, but the bombs would have probably leveled half the city if he didn’t find them. He looked down and saw the Earth. He couldn’t make out where he had just flown from.
He smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Then the orbs let out a high-pitched shrill. He knew his time was up. He let go of the orbs and saw them attach to each other and form a circle. The etchings on the surfaces lit up with a luminescent blue. The circle began to spin and he doubled over, clutching his stomach. He felt like there were hundreds of knives inside of him, slicing him up.
In that instant, he knew that the bombs were supposed to kill him.
Then the bombs stopped spinning. And the bombs went off one by one in slow motion.
The last thing he saw sky above him. All he hoped was that he didn’t cause too much damage when he hit the Earth.
[Part 7]
