Conclusion: Iridescent

"Pretty sweet huh?" Archie said as entered the room. He used the back of his sleeve to wipe blood off his face.

Castiel was sitting in the old movie theatre chair shaking slightly as a slight tremor coursed through his body. He was in shock, it was unreal. And yet, in a way, he felt better than he had in a long time. He felt free. "Yeah…that was intense."

Archie plopped down next to him and looked up at the old Charlie Chaplin reel playing on the screen. He handed Castiel some popcorn. "Well, I learned from the best."

Castiel looked up at the screen. "Archie… the others…Eliza, Eric, Charlie, Aretha and Josh…"

He sighed. "What?" Archie looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"There's been a …" Castiel put his hand on his forehead and rubbed small circles on his temple. "Mayhem. Murder."

"Magic?" Archie asked sincerely.

"Of a sort." Castiel sighed. He pushed the popcorn aside and stood up. "Let's go catch up with our fellow angels."

Archie stood up. "Alright, but first let's get you cleaned up."

Castiel looked down at his blood spattered frame. He shrugged. "I guess so. Next time don't hit so hard okay? My shoulder hurts like a bitch."

Archie laughed. "Yeah well, I had to make it look real, right?"

Castiel rolled his eyes. "Let's go. I'm worried."


In the abandoned ransacked warehouse, the tattered remains of C.I.A. regrouped.

Anna glared at Charlie and Josh. "He did WHAT?"

"Castiel." Charlie repeated slowly. "Rebelled. We're working to stop the apocalypse."

"We're talking about the same guy right?" Anna looked at the serious eyes that surrounded her.

Eliza huffed. "Look, if you don't believe us- fine. But we just saved your ass, could you be a little bit more grateful?"

Anna laughed. "Oh, yeah, I'm grateful. Now if you kids are done playing-"

"Anna." Castiel burst into the room. "Don't be so condescending. We need all the help we can get, and I thought you'd want to join our club. After all, we're all outcasts now."

Anna looked at Castiel. "I tripped at a party, but-"

"But you don't want the apocalypse, either." Aretha added softly.

Anna nodded. "Alright. Fine. Does anyone know where the last seal goes down?"

"And does anyone know where Eric is?" Castiel added looking at them.

"He…" Eliza's voice became quite. "Zachariah ordered him outside to be…"

The doors swung open and Eric entered the room, followed by two other angels with a wide grin on his face. "Eric reporting for duty," he yelled, "and I've brought recruits!"

"I'm Jarret." The taller one waved. He pointed to his friend. "And this is Ken."

Josh waved. "Welcome to CIA, Team awesome."

Anna didn't argue.

"I'm glad you guys all here." Castiel smiled. "I knew you guys were the best. We've got to go to Saint Mary's covenant"

Anna looked at him. "You sure?"

Castiel glared at her. "Never been so sure in my life."

Eric nodded. "Let's go."

They headed out toMaryland.


Ruby watched Sam drink the last of the blood from the captured demon. Sam wiped blood from his lips and looked down at the dead nurse disgustedly. He slammed the truck shut as Ruby smiled. "C'mon Champ," She said playfully, "Let's get in there and stop the apocalypse."

Sam nodded. His rage had been boiling for a year, and for a moment he wondered if he'd been blinded for it. Sam shrugged his hesitation away and told himself he was seeing clearer than he had in a long time. Sam marched towards the chapel. Eric, the faster flier in the group, landed first nearly out of breath as he stood a few feet from Sam. He called out, "Sam wait!"

Sam turned around quickly to see Eric. "You," Sam half smiled, "I recognize you from the warehouse with Luther…"

Ruby snarled. "Sam." She snapped. "Why are you talking to him? We have to go!"

"No wait!" Eric held out his hand. "It's about the last seal!"

Three demons that had taken the back exit to the church, snuck behind Eric. Two grabbed his arms and held him back as a third hissed, "Hey there pretty boy…"

Sam raised his arm, but Ruby caught him. "Sam, you head inside the church." She looked at him pleadingly. "We don't have much time, just go. I'll take care of him."


I wish I could paint a picture of their bravery. They did try to fight their way through the old church, but there were higher powers at work. Simply put, the apocalypse began the moment Lilith died in a white glow. They had tried to fight their way in, but to no avail.

There was a horrifyingly bright fire that burst free from the last seal. Heat radiated from the orifice as Lucifer clawed his way from the cage. Everything alive within reach wilted. Every drop of joy became burned. The angels were forced away from the scene, blood stained, and battle weary.

There was a glow as CIA ascended. Together, they landed in their old garrison. They didn't have a prayer, and they didn't believe in faith much more. The system they'd been trained on was broken. They had been called inept, idiots, insouciant, insignificant, inadequate and worse. These names fit them well, but only because they had been gullible enough to play along for so long. Regardless, there was a reason they were each in C.I.A. At one point in time or another, they'd been rebels. They knew it was time they embraced what made them unique.

Zachariah said they didn't belong to heaven anymore. With a glance at each other they agreed and decided that if that's how he felt, then they weren't a garrison anymore- under anyone else's wings.

That was fine with them. They could be Hell's angels now, if that's all there was.

Lucifer was walking on Earth, staining the ground with his sulfur laden footsteps. For better or for worse, the apocalypse had begun. It was a matter of damage control now, and if they wanted to control the blood shed the apocalypse would have to end quickly.

Eric looked up at the bloody sunrise with a grim smile. His left wing was twisted, broken. It would never again regain the same luster it once did. Both his wings were slowly turning a dark ashen gray. He beckoned his team forward.

Castiel's incredible angels took flight.

"C'mon guys," he said in a gravely voice as they soared among the clouds, "We've got work to do."

The End

Thank you for your patience.