The Future

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She gulped, being still hesitant. "Reveal yourself," the request came out of her mouth under the form of a whisper.

He didn't say anything. The 'shadow' suddenly began to get clear with each of his steps.

Something about the way he held himself commanded absolute power and fear. He was dangerous, and she could see it in his cold blue eyes as he neared her. Scenes of taking the immortals' lives appeared in them.

Seeing for a part of the second who was in this male's body, her jaw dropped down and her eyes widened opened in shock to what she saw as stood face to face with the ... "Shadow of death .."

Now

{Narrator's POV}

Strolling down the familiar dark and scary wood that Amalthea has walked and ran through, that seemed like one hundred times in the past two years, suddenly from nowhere came inside her head a vision. She stopped and stared silently into the distance. People could think that the girl saw something.

Indeed, they were right.

She saw.

She saw her mate.

"Help me! SOMEBODY HELP MEEE! ..... SAAAAAAM! MAAAAAALTH," full of pain, mourning, desperation and fear, he yelled.

The vision became reality, when Hell appeared locked behind big, sinner assigned gates, that had been covered with outstretched columns.

His voice was haunting her mind for so long.

He needed help and she knew it.

He was alone and she couldn't help it.

He was in the dark and she was in the light.

Dean was in Hell and Amalthea soon will be there, as well.

When Amalthea assured herself that the view of the gates of Hell was real, she fled with full force straight there. "Hell is close. I can see them! I can see the Lucifer's gates!"

As close as she came, the gates opened slowly and widely.

"DEAN!" She was so near to the flames of Hell. "I'M HERE! DE..--"

But unfortunately, she was so far from saving Dean.

"Your efforts are a waste of time, immortal thing. You cannot save him," The mysterious blue-eyed man appeared in front of her, speaking with deep, masculine voice.

Every time when she sees and hears this creature, souls' tortured wails start haunting her ears. He reminded of cold wind, rushing across her delicate body. That's how she felt in his presence.

"I can and I'll! Watch me!" No matter who was he, Amalthea passed him rudely and stood in front of the portal, that was leading to Dean, to the Underworld.

Endless screams bounced, seeping through the girl's soul and cooling it. She started shaking like a leaf, when she saw her beloved man being ripped apart. The miracle woman knew that this happened every day - being torn apart and then put back together. And this was never going to stop, if he doesn't accept Alastair's offer, aka to torture other people by himself.

"I am watching you. Was it not called hobby, because, surely, I am doing it since forever," he said behind Amalthea, smiling eerily at her.

As they were in the woods, in the next moment the both creatures ended up in the middle of the wilderness, where they were all alone.

She narrowed her eyebrows, while wondered around. "Why we are here?" Malth eyed him suspiciously then, after the sigh, looked away. "It's a nightmare."

"Just a nightmare," he replied, standing aside from her.

He never depart his view off her. He followed her constantly.

"Dean is going thru this and I can't stop it," Amalthea admitted, though she didn't want to. "I have to think a way to stop his daily torment. One our month seems like an year to him. I know this from Father." She looked away, escaping from his devilish stare.

The cold wind or Shadow of death, as she calls him, stood in front of her, watching at the beautiful angel-made face and the lock hair, that was showing from under her fake brown hair. He was truly admiring her real long and blond hair. "But God did not tell you that Dean is not anymore hanging on hooks." Glaring at her wig, he didn't dare to touch even one lock of it.

By some magic, he was entranced at her light beauty, which could charm even and himself.

Malth made a little step back. "What does that mean?" She searched his eyes, doesn't noticing his strange demeanor. She was overwhelmed with worry and was thinking only for Dean.

His eyes filled up with darkness, realising what he was doing. He put his sight away, his smirk never fading. "It means that I gave you to see for a unknown umpteenth time how Dean is doing down there." He returned on her eyes, staying still at the same distance. "Unfortunately, my immortal thing, it will be the last. I heard from a bird that your lover agreed to do Alastair's job - the most witless and greatest decision he ever made in his misareble life."

She tightly closed her eyes, anger staining her cheeks. "I HEARD ENOUGH!" Amalthea opened them to see the man's surprised face. "Get Dean out of Hell," She commanded meekly.

He then shrugged a simply, "No."

"Why?! Because of me!?" The girl snapped at him.

His eyes glowed. "The world is not revolving around you. And surely I am not the Holy Saviour. Hell is not one of my favorite places. Besides, you are the first whose life I've spared, and you will stay the only one. If it was up to me, I would never make this absurdly mistake."

"You're doing it because of Father."

"Exactly. If you cannot manage to save the Earth, God have to build everything anew. I will not be the reason for that," he respond, thinking not for Lord's or anyone else's good, but for his own.

She frowned as averted her eyes. After seconds, Amalthea changed her mind and returned her sight at the odd and dark unnatural man. "Selfish. That's what you are. One old and selfish bastard. I'm not surprised why after Death had saved your life and you became his son, he then regret for it and abandoned you."

She took him out of a control. She knew everything about him, but not and when she cross his degree of temper.

The male creature caught Malth by the throat and lifted her slightly up. "Watch your sharp tongue, thing," He snarled. "Or I will cut it off." His eyes were permanently narrowed in an angry expression as he let her drop down on the dusty ground. He kneeled in front of her, trying to calm down. For him, she wasn't on his level, and it could be a shame if a miracle like her can have such an affect on him. "Am I clear?" There was nothing left from his usual cold smile on his lips.

"I asked you A SIMPLE QUESTION AND I EXPECT A SIMPLE ANSWER!"

"Leave her alone," a familiar to them voice ordered.

Amalthea could take a look at the man, who appeared in the appropriate moment, after her treater pulled away. "Castiel," She breathed in relief, so happy to see him.

The Shadow of death stepped some steps closer to Castiel, forcing a fake smile. "What a .. what is that?" His enthusiasm died along with his smirk as looked at the angel from head to toe.

Castiel tilted his head to aside, squinting his eyes ever so slightly. "It's a vessel. Like yours," he stated.

"Castiel. The naive and bland angel who you always will be." He turned around slowly with face to now the standing Amalthea. "Was it not his last name 'Saviour' ?" In the room suddenly rang the shadow's laugher. "Ignoring the fact that you're in this .. thing's body, you did not change an inch."

"I could say the same about yours,  Archangel of death. I guess you decided to take a viking's body, whose soul is in Valhalla?" Castiel was ever so serious. He is, usually, unfamiliar with the other's jokes, as and don't use them.

He is an angel, that's why.

"Castiel, don't turn him any attention and tell me why you didn't answer to any of my prayers? Why you didn't help me when I needed you?"

She knew that the simple answer was in his mind, but he couldn't share it. So, because of this little matter-of-fact, he had to lie, "The Winchesters weren't my responsibility."

Getting closer to him, Malth shook her head slightly to her both sides. "Don't lie to me, you angel! Father told you all to stay back," With child-like anger, she said.

There was a moment of silence. Castiel was bound to not tell the actual truth. He looked down as didn't utter a word in response.

The dark and creepy being among them three decided to break the stillness, "My deepest apologizes, but, Saviour, you have to leave," he said as folded his arms.

"What?! Why he have to go?" Amalthea turned in his way to find a banishing sigil on the ground, which will send Castiel to another location on the Earth, only when the dark archangel put his hand on the symbol and banishes him.

The Archangel of death, after being the strongest of the others like him, couldn't be chased away. He was stronger than any other magic.

Castiel turned his attention, too, on the symbol. "What are you doing?"

"Castiel, help Dean! If you care about..--"

"AAAAH!"

The demon-archangel set his foot on the banished sigil and Castiel disappeared.

"Castiel!!!" Amalthea flunged on the place where Castiel was. She looked at her soul taker. "You stupid piece of SHIT!" She missed to punch him, and ended on the floor, watching him from there, firmly.

He felt satisfaction, as was gazing down at the tiny Amalthea, in front of his high and well structured form. "I am beginning to like that. It is not my language, but I like it." His eyes were sweeping her silhouette. He again kneeled in front of her figure.

He was strong enough to kill her, but not and to resist to her beauty.

She pulled back and stood up, staring at him with contempt for a long moment. "Don't dare touch me again. I might be not so powerful to beat you on your terrain, but at least I can protect myself." Her energy was raising in her veins. She could jump on him like a panther, if he reaches to touch her.

There was a small smile upon his lips, but not even a small glint of joy presented in his eyes. He was pissed. "We will meet each other again, immortal thing. Do not forget that," he said and everything become black to Amalthea ...

... till she didn't wake up on other ground. Familiar to her. "I'm on his grave .. for n-th time," she mouthed desperately then shook her head in rage. "Mother of crap .."

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A/N: Well, well, look who is back!

HELLO, EVERYONE! Gosh, I'm so happy to have ya back. I'm looking for your comment below the first chapter of the sequel. I won't ask you anything. I just want to know what you think.

Wait until the next chapteeeer! It will shoot you down!

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