Azrael shook with anger still, trying to shift back. She struggled for a few more moments before she turned back to normal. Her tattoos were still red as she ran over to her friend. "Mirage", she called, a few tears dripping out of her glowing red eyes. Anger shook through her again, anger at Mardon, Death, the world. Death had wanted her there, away from everyone when she was angry. She had asked for a place where she couldn't hurt anyone, and that was it.
Dean watched his sister and then looked over at Mirage.





