Just Castiel was about to deliver the final blow, an invisible force smacked int

o him, knocking the angel into the wall.

From his position on the ground, Castiel noticed shadows from all around the imp
ala start to converge, slowly it began gaining height.
The shadows drew closer to Samandriel.
Slowly the shadows began to evaporated, Castiel tensed, to reveal a woman.
She wore black clothes, they were so black that even the angel couldn't see the
join of her clothing.
Her hair was free and up to her mid-back, her bangs covered the right side of he
r face leaving only her left eye visible.
Her head turned slightly to the broken form of Samandriel, her only visible eye
hardened, a predatory gleam came to her eye.
She walked quickly to the young injured angel, placing her hands to his face.
He whimpered slightly. "How is your grace?" She asked concerned as she continued
looking him over.
"Damaged" He muttered shakily as he slumped further on to the woman. "Think you
can take a shadow walk?" she asked,
the concern showing on what could be seen of her features.
Castiel tried to move but found that he was restrained, looking down at his limb
s he noticed tendrils of something black and solid.
'This is the substance that this woman has emerged from' he thought to himself.
The order to kill the younger angel was no longer in control of his actions, an
odd sense of something light flooded his system.
'This must be the feeling of relief that humans have so often' Looking back at t
he woman he noticed that she was walking to him.
A familiar sense of panic that he had before filled him, "So you're another ange
l controlled by that bitch" she stated,
"By who?" he asked tilting his head slightly.
"Naomi"
the image of a women in a grey suite and blond hair done in a bun flashed in his
mind.
"Naomi" he muttered to himself.
Castiel felt a hand