Only this time, her head hurt too much to be a dream and her ankle was too swolen to be a fried chicken. Plus, they were there, both of them, at Jo's bar, looking at eachother in awe, diary on the table between them and the leather jacket hanging from the chair, both of them too shocked to talk or even blink. They just stared at eachother, not knowing what to say next or what to do. All they new is that when it was time to ask, they both said the same thing at the same time.
Beer.
She reached down to the jacket and pulled out a phone. The other one gasped. "What are you doing?" she whispered as the phone was opened and the speedial was pushed.
"We need help," her sister said, pressing the phone to her ear. "Hey - um... yeah, I am not Dean... I found the phone in his jacket. We're at Jo -" and before she finished, there was Cas, looking at them both with a face that no one wants to see in an angel. "Well, aren't you the fast one?" she said turning off the phone.
"Who are you?" he demanded. Both sisters looked at eachother and then back at the angel.
"I'm Raine," the one who called him said, "This is my sister, Aide."