Supernatural: Lazarus Rising

So hey guys! I know my bio says I only write Doctor Who stories, but I decided to start some Supernatural! That's why chapter six of L.L.A.O.T.I. is/was so late T^T I'm sorry :( So this is going to be a Castiel/OC fanfic 'cause (I'm sorry about this) I kinda like Cas better than the Winchesters :/ Also, bold throughout the story in the middle means that me, the author, is talking to you, the reader, and caps-lock-italics mean POV change! So on with it!

THIRD-PERSON POV

Emily Hudson was walking through a grassy field, her bird wings folded neatly on her back, her wolf ears pointing to the sky, and bushy tail swishing calmly behind her. Emily was a hybrid; the last one to be exact. She was an avian (which meant she has brown bird wings, lighter bones, and expanded lungs) with wolf teeth, wolf ears, and a wolf tail. She had come up with a name for what she was because no other hybrid was around for her to tell her what she was, she called herself an Aviolf. Pronounced ay-vee-olf

As she walks she finds an area with a wooden cross planted in the dry dirt and stops. It was probably where someone was buried. She was about to leave the area when a hand burst through the soil. Emily shrieked and covered herself with her wings and tail, her ears facing the ground as the person (presumably a zombie) climbed out.

After the whole body of the person, it was a man, was exposed to the sunlight, he squinted at her feathered wings panting for oxygen. Emily peeked over her wings in fear, her brown eyes wide. She thought the man was decently handsome, but not so much for her likings, he had green eyes and light brown hair, and she was a sucker for blue eyes and dark brown hair. Hint-hint, wink-wink.

Emily completely uncovered herself from her hiding and stretched out her right wing for the man to grasp.

DEAN'S POV

I couldn't see too well with the stupid sunlight stabbing my eyes, so all I could see was a brown like thing stretching out to me for me to hold on to, so thank you to whoever's hand that was.

I reached out and grasped it, and found that it didn't feel like a hand, it felt like a wing. I let the hand, wing, whatever it was, pull me up as I stretched out from lying down for too long.

As my eyes adjusted to the fricking stupid sunlight, I saw that the person was a girl, around her early twenties, brown eyes, and she had…. wings and….. wolf ears and…. a wolf tail…

I immediately took this as a hostile thing and brought my fist up to punch her but she apparently also took what I was about to do as hostile and spread out her surprisingly big wings and bared her wolf teeth at me. Damn, those teeth are sharp.

I lowered my fist and backed up, "Whoa, okay, okay, easy."

The hybrid, as I decided to call her, folded her wings back and put back her wolf teeth as I let a sigh of relief.

EMILY'S POV

The man asked politely, "What's your name?"

I replied him in shock, "Uh, Emily, Emily Hudson." It's been over ten years since someone has asked me my name, but that wasn't a big deal actually meaning that I was nearly 1,000 years old.

"Well, hey there Emily."

"Yes, and might I ask, who are you?"

"I'm Dean Winchester, and very nice to meet you" And he smiled flirtatiously.

I tilted my head to the side, "Likewise, but you are not, as humans call it, 'my type'."

"Do I have to be?" he replied cockily with the cocky grin on this face, doesn't he know the human concept of "my type", or did it not matter?

"Yes, of course it does."

His smile diminished and he coughed again, his voice once again hoarse.

I decided to get this Dean Winchester to the gas station nearby.

When we arrived I opened the door as he hobbled himself inside. He found the water bottle I was drinking that I set down before I went on the walk and chugged it all down, were humans so desperate for drinks? Dean went to pick up a newspaper that I was reading and it said, "Thursday, September 18th"

"September." He read to himself.

He drags his tired body to the bathroom the check himself over and after a few moments he comes out the bathroom and starts shoving snacks into his duffle bag as I stand and watch. I was glad someone was taking away the foods, I didn't really eat anyways.

Dean found a magazine I did not dare to touch, and I'd rather not say it too, and he shoves that in the bag too.

I walk over the cash register, open it, and take out all the cash from it, tie it with a rubber band, and handed it over to him. He nods and smiles a bit in thanks.

The TV in the room flicks on and it showed a swirl of grey and cotton white clouds, as I knew Dean was just seeing static. I go to turn it off, and when I turned it off the radio turned on and I heard harmonized whispers that sounded like a song.

Dean frantically grabbed a carbon of salt that was opened and went to put a salt line at the windows and the door. Seeing that I have already done that he put the carbon back.

The song-like whispers morphed into a harmonized choir that made out the words, "Dean Winchester... we have….. for you….." in a deep, gruff man's voice.

The Winchester was on the floor groaning in agony, did he not find the voice beautiful?

I flew up to the ceiling and held on the glass at the roof to prevent it from falling and shattering since it was cracking, fast.

Only the windows broke and I prevented it from flying towards Dean. When the glass stopped shattering, I cautiously let go of the glass on the roof and flew down.

Dean leaps to his feet which makes me flinch.

He groans and rubs his eyes.

"I could call someone for you." I suggest helpfully.

He nods gratefully as we walk to the nearby phone booth. I dial my friend Bobby Singer's phone number and it rings two times before my adoptive father's aged voice ask, "Yeah?"

"Pa?" I asked back.

"Hey Em, whaddya need?"

"There's a person and I think you can help him."

"Who's it?"

"Uh, it's a person named Dean Winchester."

"What?"

"Yeah, he just popped out of the ground and-"

"Emily, bring him to me, now, he might not be safe!"

"Yes Pa, see you in a bit."

"Bye Em."

"Bye Pa."

I hung up and grabbed one of Dean's arms and he tried to shake it off, but I was too strong. "Hey! What the hell are ya doin'?" He asked with some snippiness in his tone.

I rolled my eyes and flew up fast. He responded to this action by screaming and his free hand grasping my free hand for extra safety.

I start flying at jet speed to Pa's place as Dean screams his lungs out, was my flying not good?

We got to Pa's in under 5 minutes and Dean widened his eyes, probably to who I called. Did they know each other?

I knocked on Bobby's door in a special rhythm to let him know it was me, bang-bang-bang, bang-bang, bang.

Pa opened the door and smiled at me in a daddy's-little-girl fashion.

"Hey Em, how's my favorite little girl?" he grinned.

I nodded, "Good Pa, I brought the guy you wanted to-"

"Surprise." Dean said to Pa cautiously.

Pa looked very shocked, "Emily, I need you to go downstairs for a bit, okay?"

I knew what he meant; he was sending me to the panic room. It usually meant he was scared for my safety, or I was being punished for "not finishing my food". I sighed and trudged downstairs to the iron salt coated room, locked it, and sat on the bed. I brought out my Enochian Translation book and started practicing. I was already very good at Latin, so I figured I could learn Enochian too.

After only a few pages of practicing, Pa knocked our special code on the door and unlocked it. Dean was behind him, drenched with holy water and his arm with a small cut on it. She figured Pa ran the tests on him.

The three went back upstairs and Dean pulled out him phone to phone a company to track down a person called, "Sam" as I overheard, probably his brother judging on how annoyed his tone was when they talked about him. I stopped him.

"What do you want?" Dean sighed expatriated.

"If you have something with 'Sam's scent on it, I can track him down."

"How?" He asked sharply. His eyes drifted towards my ears and my teeth and he realized, "Oh, you're part wolf."

I nodded. He sighed again and took a flannel shirt from the worn out sofa. I inhaled deeply and gagged. This guy smelled bad. My vision turned black and white and in front of me there was a yellow sort of lead leading to where I was now, out the door, and to where Sam was.

"Both of you, hold on to my arms." I commanded. Dean gripped on my right arm a bit loosely, while Pa had a tight grip.

"What Bobby? Scared of a little flight?" Dean smirked.

"Says the person who screamed like a 10 year old during my flight." He gave me a look. "Just hold on very tightly." And he gripped my arm tight enough it felt like Pa's too.

I ran out the door with the men running beside me, Pa looking experienced and prepared, and Dean looking nervous and unprepared.

When I step foot on the path of gravel I spread my wings and took off. Like he did before, Dean screamed like a little girl. I followed the line of gold until it was nighttime and we arrived at a motel in front of a door that had the number 207 inside a red heart. It was a few milliseconds when we landed when my vision became colored again.

Dean let go immediately and panted heavily in fear of the flight. Guess he was afraid of flying, and Pa calmly let go of my arm and simply dusted off the dead bugs on his shirt.

I knocked on the door in my favorite pattern; bang, bang-bang, bang, bang.. bang-bang.

A young woman with a tank and undies opened the door and demanded, "So where is it?"

I tilted my head and asked bemused, "Where is what?"

"The pizza… that takes three people to deliver?"

"I think we got the wrong room-" Dean started but then a very tall man with brown eyes and chin-length brown hair stepped into the light (possibly Sam) and cut him off, I have decided to call him Sasquatch since he was like a building compared to all of us.

"Hey, is-" Sasquatch started but he was stopped at the sight of Dean and Pa.

"Heya, Sammy." Dean greeted him quietly.

Sam was silent as Dean steps into the room as the woman lets him in. As Dean inches nearer to Sam, the taller one pulls out a knife and lunges at Dean. The woman screams as Dean blocks Sam's attack as Bobby pulls Sam away from attacking Dean and I spread apart my right wing to use as a barrier between the brothers and I growl at Sam The growl is very dog-like baring my wolf teeth.

Sam notices me with my wings and wolf features (mind you even the teeth), and he growls not dog-like at Dean and I, "Who are you people?!"

"Like you didn't do this!" Dean snapped back. I figured Dean was oldest on how he acted towards his brother.

"Do what?!"

Pa interrupted, "It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him."

Sam slowly accepts the fact then looks at me and lunges at me with the knife but stops in freight as I spread apart my wings, its full length, baring my teeth, my wolf ears pointed sharply at the ceiling and my tail swishing intimidatingly behind me.

"What the hell is that then?!" Sam barks.

Pa explains, "This is Emily Hudson, a hybrid of a bird and a wolf. A.K.A. an Aviolf."

"Those are just myths!" Sam accused, still glowering at me.

I put on my signature bitchface #28 and sassed, "Just because we haven't been around in over 5,000 years, does not fucking mean it's a myth!"

"Sam," Dean whispered, "She's got a point."

Sam sighed, defeated, "Yeah, yeah, she's got a point."

Sam turned to his brother, still in shock, "Well how…" he trails.

Dean smirked, "I know, I look fantastic, huh?"

Sam's eyes are tearful and the brothers pull into a desperate hug, Pa with tears in his eyes, and me and the woman looking from the scene to each other in confusion. She gives me a look as if to ask what's going on, but I simply shrug as we watch the moment.

"So are they like… together?" she whispers to me.

I shook my head, "No, they're brothers."

She nods, "Thanks, the name's Kristy by the way, I heard your's was Emily."

I nod, "Mhm."

"Uh… so…. I guess I should probably go." She said to the group of men.

Sam nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea, sorry."

They change into some fresh clothes and Kristy says to Sam, "So, call me."

Sam assures, "Yeah. Yeah, sure thing Kathy."

Kristy and I look at him in disappointment and we corrected, "Kristy."

"Right."

Kristy leaves and Sam shuts the door.

Dean turns to Sam and asks, "So tell me, what'd it cost?"

Sam smiled, oblivious to what his brother was actually indicating to, "The girl? I don't pay Dean."

"That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?"

"You think I made a deal?"

"That's exactly what we think." Pa accused.

"Well I didn't."

"Don't lie to me." Dean demanded intensely.

"I'm not lying."

"So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this. Emily, is he lying?"

The men looked at me, and I replied honestly, "No, he is not lying."

"See?" Sam gestured towards me.

Dean shook his head, "I still don't believe you."

Sam stood up, "Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?"

Dean roughly grabs Sam by the collar of his shirt, "There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!"

Sam wriggles his way out of Dean's grip, "I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry."

Dean sighed, giving in, "It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you."

Bobby cut in, "Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question."

My eyes widened and she asked no one in particular, "If he didn't pull him out, then what did?"

THRID-PERSON POV

Emily decided to go back to her home, which was a cave. I don't wanna describe every detail so there will be a link to it in my bio! She dragged herself to her plush bed and lazily threw herself on the soft covers.

After a few minutes of staying like that, she decided she needed to go visit her Aunty Pamela. She reaches for her iPhone 3GS to call her.

Emily dials the psychic's phone number and presses the call button.

The phone rang four times when she heard the woman's hearty greeting, "Hey Em! How's it going?"

Emily asked, "Aunty Pam, can I come over today?"

"Well that's kinda coincidental because your father's coming with two boys, you can come right now and help me set up the stuff."

"Thanks, bye."

"Bye Em, see ya in a minute." and she hung up.

Emily pocketed her phone and took off, flying to Pamela Barnes' house.

She got there in five minutes since Emily needed to do her business.

When she got there she saw the Winchester's Chevy Black '67 Impala and Bobby's '68 Ford F-350.

Emily knocked on the door and it opened to a tall, strong, dark haired woman in her thirties.

Emily smiled, "Hey Aunty Pam."

Pamela grinned and pulled Emily into an embrace, "Hey Em, how's my favorite hybrid."

"Good."

"I was just about to set up the séance, wanna help?"

Emily nodded eagerly and stepped inside the house and walked to the séance room where Dean, Sam, and Bobby were waiting.

Pamela hands Emily a black tablecloth covered in symbols and she spreads it over the small table as the Winchester brothers eye the cloth warily.

Pamela squats in front of a cabinet, revealing her tattoo that said "JESSE FOREVER" scrawled across her lower back.

"Who's Jesse?" Dean questioned about the tattoo.

Pamela gives a warm laugh, "Well, it wasn't forever."

"His loss."

Pamela stands with several tall, slim candles in her hand and hands them to Emily as she smirks at Dean, "Might be your gain."

As Pamela walks over to the table to help Emily set up the candles, Dean turns to Sam and whispers, "Dude, I am so in."

Sam sighs, "Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive."

"Hey, I just got outta jail. Bring it."

As Pamela passes by she gives Sam a wink, "You're invited too grumpy."

When Pamela is out of earshot Dean swiftly turns to Sam and points to his younger brother, "You are NOT invited."

The five are seated around the table with the six candles lighted at the center.

"Right, take each other's hands." Pamela instructs and they do. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." She slides her hand along Dean's inner thigh.

Dean jumps, "Whoa, well, he didn't touch me there."

Pamela laughs innocently, "My mistake."

Dean looks around, nervous, then takes off his outer shirt, pulls up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the imprint of the large hand. Sam and Bobby look at him and each other in shock as Pamela lays her hand on the imprint.

Pamela looks at Emily, "Ya wanna help me kid?"

Emily nods excitedly and Pamela says, "Okay." They all close their eyes as Emily and Pamela chant, "We invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto us before this circle. We invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto us before this circle. We invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto us before this circle. We invoke, conjure, and command…"

Pamela and Emily stop and the TV flicks on to static, "Castiel?" Pamela asks.

Emily listens intently at what he says, Pamela firmly told him, "No, Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."

"Castiel?" Dean asks.

"Its name. It's whispering to us, warning us to turn back." the white noise and static continue and the table begins to shake as Pamela and Emily continue to chant, "We conjure and command you, show us your face. We conjure and command you, show us your face. We conjure and command you, show us your face. We conjure and command you, show us your face."

"Maybe we should stop." Bobby suggests.

"We almost got it!" Pamela replies, Emily and Pamela continue to say, "We command you, show us your face! Show us your face now!"

Suddenly the candles flare up several feet in the air and Pamela begins to scream and Emily breathes heavily. Pamela's eyes fly open and are filled with a white-hot flame, while Emily's eyes fly open and her eyes start to glow a blue light.

The psychic collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out.

Emily's eyes stop glowing and return to their chocolaty brown.

Bobby catches Pamela and lowers her to the floor and orders Sam, "Call 9-1-1!"

Sam scrambles out of his chair and into the next room. Dean and Emily crouch over Pamela and Bobby. She is conscious, but bleeding and burned.

Her eyelids fly open to reveal black, empty sockets.

"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" The blind psychic sobs.

A tear rolls down Emily's cheek, but the weird thing is; it glowed a blue light.

EMILY'S POV

Pa goes back to his house while the Winchesters settled on staying at my house for the night.

I showed them where each of their rooms were and I plopped on my bed, snuggled into my fuzzy blanket and dozed off to a deep sleep.

A few minutes later my eyes flew open. 'What was that noise?' I thought to herself.

I turned over on her side, adjusting my wings to become comfortable to see Sam trying to sneak out.

"Sammy?" I sleepily called softly.

Sam froze and looked at my drowsy form. I read his thoughts and found out when he saw me he thought I looked so innocent and adorable. When I say adorable I mean when a mother sees- like- a three year old drooling on his shirt. He walked over to where I was and crouched down.

"Go to sleep, little Emily, okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes, once again in a deep sleep.

Sam smiled a little and stood up to leave and drove away in the Impala.

I woke up again to hear the melodic whispers again. I sat up rapidly hearing Dean scream and ran to his room.

I came in to find Dean curled up on the floor, clutching his ears in pain as glass from the light bulbs shatter, exploding.

"Dean!" I exclaim.

I was now flying slowly in the air with Dean holding tightly to my arms.

"Dean?" I asked, "How are you doing?"

"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." He replied.

"Hey, can you dial a phone number?" Dean asks.

I nodded, let go of his right arm, which quickly clutched tightly onto my other arm, took out my iPhone and asked, "What's the number?"

He told me the number, I pressed "call", and held it to his ear as he spoke.

"What're you doing?... In my car?... Well, uh, on Hybrid Airways. We're going to grab something to eat."

On my shocked look Dean gives me a look to shush.

Dean continues, "Done. Catch ya later." and he hangs up and I pocket my phone.

"Why didn't you tell him?"

"Because he just tried to stop us." He said plainly.

"From what?"

"Summoning this thing." I widen my eyes. "It's time we faced it head on."

"Why?" I whined, my voice cracking at the end.

"As a heart attack, it's high noon, kid."

"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything!"

Dean smirked, "That's why we've got to be ready for anything." He shifts a little bit to show me a cool looking knife, possibly a demon-killing knife.

"We've got the big-time magic knife, Bobby's got an arsenal in the trunk, so you can grab that-"

"This is a bad idea." I shook my head.

Dean nods, "Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?"

"We could choose life." I said seriously.

"Em, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand."

"We could use Sam on this, ya know." I suggested.

Dean waved it off, "Nah, he's better off where he is."

"We could get my Pa."

"Yeah, let's go get him."

Pa draws a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. He stands and I look around to see the entire floor, walls, and ceiling of the empty barn are covered in similar sigils.

Dean looks up from setting weapons and other things on the table, "That's a hell of an art project you've got going there."

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin'?" Pa asked.

"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife, hybrid." I shot Dean a look. "I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of."

I shook my head, "This is still a bad idea."

"Yeah, Em, I heard ya the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?"

Pa looks over at me. We arranged this before, I knew more about spells and psychic stuff, so we settled on me doing the summoning thing.

I walk over to the desk opposite of the weapons desk, take a pinch of a kind of powder from the smaller bowl, and I sprinkle it into the larger bowl. I take a deep breath and recite the Latin chant.

THIRD-PERSON POV

The three sit on a table, swinging their legs waiting for the creature to come.

"Ya sure ya did the ritual right?" Dean asked and Emily shot him a look. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

Then a loud rattling noise comes from the shaking roof. Emily knew exactly what was coming. She slid off the table, stood in between the two tables and got down on one knee and bowed her head as if the queen was standing in front of her.

Meanwhile Dean and Bobby slide off the table and arm themselves with guns.

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Dean says.

The door swings open to reveal a handsome man in a business suit, a loose royal blue tie around his neck in a careless fashion, a long flowing beige trenchcoat, sapphire blue eyes, and rumpled up dark hair stalking in.

The light bulbs above the man's head shatter in a shower of glowing sparks as he walks toward the trio. As he is walking, Dean and Bobby start to shoot him, but the rounds don't affect him even the slightest bit.

He stops in front of Emily and says, "Arise, Emily Hudson." The said girl does so and walks to his side.

The two walk to Dean as Dean takes Ruby's knife as they get closer.

"Who are you?" Dean asks him coldly.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

"Yeah, thanks for that." and with that he plunges the knife into the man's chest.

He looks at it unconcerned as Emily yanks it out of his chest and drops it on the floor.

When the man wasn't looking, Bobby suddenly has a metal pipe in his hands and tries to knock him out but the man grabs it from behind and turns around. He brings up two fingers onto Bobby's forehead and the old hunter falls to the ground unconscious.

He turns to Dean and says, "We need to talk, Dean. Alone."

Dean is crouching over Bobby's sleeping form, checking his pulse. He then turns to glare at the intruder.

"Your friend is alive." The mysterious man informs as he sits on one of the tables, flipping through the bible. Emily is kneeling on the table looking over his shoulder as he scans the words in the bible.

Dean asks the same question as before, "Who are you?"

"Castiel."

"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?"

Castiel turns his head facing the Winchester, "I'm an Angel of the Lord."

"Get the hell out of here, there's no such thing."

"There is such thing, Dean Winchester." Emily piped up, her ears perking up at what Dean doesn't believe. She jumped off the table as Castiel slid off it to stand about a yard away from Dean.

"Yeah, well what do you know, huh? You're only fourteen, kid, You just can't believe everything you hear." Dean snapped.

Emily bowed her head as tears rolled slowly down her cheek. 'So this is how it feels to be insulted. I've never been insulted before.' She thought. It was true; she was never insulted before, so this first time she was being insulted hurt her like a stab to the heart.

Castiel was a bit angered at Dean's remark. Hybrids were basically a servant of Heaven and weren't treated like they should be, but Castiel thought that they should be respected immensely no matter what age.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and faced Dean, "This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."

Lightning flashed and great shadows in the shape of wings stretched into the distance on Castiel's back. The lightning stops and the shadows disappear.

Dean scoffed, "Some angel you are, you burned out that poor woman's eyes."

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and Emily's house. That was you talking?" Castiel nodded. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage, like hybrids. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?"

"This?" Castiel fingered his trenchcoat. "This is… a vessel."

"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked incredulously.

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Well I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"

Castiel frowned, "I told you."

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"

"Good things do happen, Dean."

"Not in my experience."

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."

"What does that mean then, huh?"

Castiel ignored Dean and turned to Emily who's eyes were puffy and red from crying. He removed his arm from her shoulders, lightly grabbed her shoulders with both his hands and asked her gently, "Do you want to stay here or you want to come with me?"

Emily sniffed, "I wanna come with you."

Castiel nodded and they both disappeared before Dean's eyes.

Okay I'm not very fond of the next episode because of zombies so I'm only going to write the beginning of 'A.Y.T.G?I.M.D.W." where they're at Bobby's house, and the end where Castiel shows up and talks to Dean in this chapter! :)

Bobby is sitting at his desk with a pile of books stacked on his desk, Sam was sitting down in the chair in the corner of the room while Dean as standing up pacing around the room and the brothers were arguing about the existence of angels.

"Well, then tell me what else it could be." Sam retorted to Dean's last remark.

"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel." Dean acknowledged.

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it? Even Emily!"

"Maybe he's some kind of demon, demons lie."

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing! And what about Emily?"

"She's just a kid! Kids believe in all this stupid stuff."

"Just because she's a kid, doesn't mean what she knows isn't true Dean!" Sam defended.

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?"

"Yeah, you just did, Dean"

"I'm trying to come up with a theory here, okay? Work with me."

"Dean, we have a theory."

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

Sam sighed, "Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we-"

"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

"You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion," Bobby interjected, "Or do you wanna come take a look at this?"

The Winchester cease their bickering and walk over to Bobby's desk.

Bobby continued, "I got stacks of lore- Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

"What else?" Dean asked.

"What else, what?"

"What else could do it?"

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing."

"What about hybrids? Can you read about hybrids?"

"Why?"

"Because when we were there, Emily was like some kind of minion to the guy."

Bobby grabbed a book from the top of the pile and flipped through some pages and stopped when he found the right one.

"Okay," Bobby started, "Hybrids are loyal servants to Heaven and must follow all orders from any kind of angel, even more so by God. Hey, where's Emily?"

Dean replied, "She went off with the Castiel guy."

"She has friggin' school today!"

Sam ignored Bobby's remark and said to Dean, "Dean, this is good news."

Dean turned to Sam, "How?"

"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby shrugged.

"I dunno, guys"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."

Dean scoffed, "Proof?"

"Yes."

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it."

"Why not?"

"Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?"

Sam sighed, "Dean-"

"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy."

"Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs."

"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God."

"Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat."

Dean gave in, "Fine, what do we know about angels?"

Bobby heaved up a pile of large books and plops them in front of Dean.

"Start reading." Bobby instructed.

Dean eyes the pile and turns to Sam, "You're gonna get me some pie." and snatches a books from the pile.

Dean is on the floor sleeping and he wakes up to find Castiel and Emily standing in the kitchen. Dean first checks Sam to see if he's asleep and walks in the kitchen to join the two. Dean sees that Emily has a large blue messenger bag swung over her head, filled with what he presumed to be books and binders.

"Excellent job with the witnesses." Castiel says.

Dean replies incredulously, "You guys were hip to all this?"

"We were, uh, made aware."

"Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest."

Emily tilted her head to the side, "But you didn't."

"I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos - you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks."

"Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. He is a soldier."

"Yeah? Then, why didn't you fight?" Dean asked turning to Castiel.

"I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns." Castiel remarked.

"Concerns? There were people getting torn to shreds down here! And, by the way, while all this is going on, where the hell is your boss, huh, if there is a God?"

"There's a God." Castiel and Emily said simultaneously.

"I'm not convinced. 'Cause if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freaking apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?"

"The Lord works-" Castiel started, but Dean cut him off.

"If you say 'mysterious ways,' so help me, I will kick your ass. So, Bobby was right... about the witnesses. This is some kind of a... sign of the apocalypse."

"That's why we're here. Big things afoot."

"Do I wanna know what kind of things?"

"I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know. The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals."

"Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld."

"Those seals are being broken by Lilith."

Dean's face was painted with realization, "She did the spell. She rose the witnesses."

Emily nodded, "Mhm, and not just here. Twenty other hunters are dead."

"Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us."

"Lilith has a sense of humor."

"Well, we put those spirits back to rest."

"It doesn't matter," Castiel said, "The seal was broken."

"Why break the seal anyway?"

"You think of the seals as locks on a door."

Dean caught on, "Okay, last one opens and…"

"Lucifer walks free."

Dean's face was now a look of incredulousness, "Lucifer? But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at demon Sunday school. There's no such thing."

"Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?"

"To stop Lucifer."

"That's why we've arrived."

"Well... bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice."

"They tried. And there are other battles, other seals. Some they'll win, some they'll lose. This one they lost. Their numbers are not unlimited." Emily shot at the Winchester, "Six of his brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here. You should show him some respect. He dragged you out of Hell. He can throw you back in."

"Emily has already missed one day of school, take her tomorrow." Castiel instructed Dean.

Castiel turned to Emily, "You be good, okay?" Emily nodded. Castiel gave her a brown paper bag that contained her lunch and disappeared.

I am so sorry guys! I've been on hiatus for over A MONTH! My laptop was taken away so I couldn't write :( So I hoped you like this story! If you haven't seen Supernatural yet, it's a great show! You should go watch it! And I know this is supposed to be a Castiel/OC thing and Castiel acts all fatherly to Emily, but that's because he is overprotective and wants to take care of her in any way possible, Sam is the one who's supposed to be very fatherly to Emily ^_^