Christian was seeing nothing but red. Red blood pouring out of Dimitri and Malachi. Red rage blinding him to the point that he was shaking. Red flames an extension of that very rage.
"Stay still, Dimitri. Just stay still and do not pass out." He was the one issuing orders this time. It was to cover the fear he felt. Because Malachi was out and he looked really bad. Dimitri was bleeding out so fast, and while the fire was helpful in defense, it did fuck all for healing his friend.
On the radio he let out a desperate plea. "Dimitri and Malachi are down. It's bad, and I need help right now."
Just then,two figures cut through the flames looking ready to kill everyone where they stood. Azazeal and Dante immediately launched into actions. Slaying the rest of the Leviathans that were close by. "They need healers now."
Doctors. Healers. An angel with the power to heal. Christian would take them all right now. Azazeal positioned himself between Malachi and Dimitri as he whispered his brother's name. Christian stood guard on Dimitri as Dante did the same on Malachi. Both ready to kill anyone who dared to get close.
In a flash, Castiel appeared and placed his hands on both Malachi and Dimitri, and then they were gone.
"Where did he take them?!" Christian demanded. Azazeal was already gripping his shoulder and leading him and Dante quickly through the chaos. The older man didn't speak, but Christian realized quickly what happened. He'd called for Castiel to transport them himself to the prison because that was the fastest. They were on their way to join them.
He prayed they would both be alright, but he was still seeing nothing but red.