1. Three Little Words.
You know that feeling you get when you're asleep but you know full well you're really not? Well it was happening to me, only I was pretty sure I'd drank so much to keep me out for at least 10 hours. But here I was, standing in yet another dark and cold motel room, threatening this pretty yet scruffy looking tax accountant who claimed to be an angel standing in front of me. Maybe I am dreaming?
"Angels don't exist…" I stated again, balling my fist. This guy was making me angry.
"This is your problem, Alexcia. You have no faith." he looked over me, expressionless. Blinking every few seconds as if out of habit, his long thick eyelashes brushing his cheeks.
"Faith? You're preaching to the wrong choir buddy. I lost my faith long ago…" I moved slightly to the right as I spoke. If I could get close enough to the bed, I would be able to reach the knife stashed under my pillow.
"I know…" the 'angels' face saddened and his gazed dropped to the floor. This was my chance.
I moved quickly, knowing that this guy, angel or demon, would put up a good fight. Wrapping my fingers around the butt of my knife I managed to flip it up into the palm of my hand. I swung my body round and drove the silver blade deep into his chest. Nothing happened. No electricity, no black smoke, nothing. The expression on his face hadn't changed, he still looked sad. His big deep blue eyes were innocent, almost sorrowful. Something definitly wasn't right.
"Who are you?" I stumbled back into the bedside drawers, knocking a glass of water to the floor, my long brown waves falling over my shoulders.
"Castiel." he answered me plainly.
"Alright, what do you want?"
"I need you to believe me when I tell you what I am. Until then, you cannot help me."
"You don't look like any angel I've ever seen…" my tone was sharp.
"Were you expecting white fluffy wings and a harp?" I laughed a little. Not sure if I was supposed to though, was that him making a joke?
"Well…yeah, that's the way you guys looked when I was growing up."
"No. Those are just stories to keep the young ones happy. To help them to believe in the Lord. Really we are warriors, providing protection and assistance for those who need it…" my brown eyes narrowed and I folded my arms across my chest "…until their time comes of course." he finished. Sounding to me like his was covering his own back.
I pushed myself up off the drawers and stood toe to toe with the trench coat clad angel
"Then answer me this, 'angel'." I spat the word out, "If you provide protection for those needing it, then where the hell were you when my parents were killed? When they were slaughtered and sacrificed in their own home…and my brother…"
"Like I said, until their time comes." He interrupted. Good job too, I don't think I could handle thinking about my brother and what could have happened to him. What still could be happening
"Right, until their time comes. Bull." I moved around him, turning back just in time to see him pull the knife out. "And now you want my help, why should I? What exactly have you or 'God' done for me?"
"You weren't home." his eyes met mine again, I had to look away. He was right. As much as I'd like to think that me being home that night would have made a difference to the outcome, deep inside I knew it wouldn't have. Sure I knew the basics in hunting, I was a natural fighter but I didn't know anything compared to what I know now. With the experience came the realisation that I would have been killed too.
"There is a man who you once swore you would do anything for, you will not just be helping us, but helping him too." Castiel moved closer to me and held out my knife in his hand. "John Winchester." My hand froze in the air. For the second time in a few minutes this angel had knocked me for six.
"John Winchester is dead." I bit back.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that he can't call in a favor." the faintest smirk crept across his lips. "We need your help Alexcia, please." the smirk disappeared and his eyes were sorrowful again.
"What's happened?" my voice betrayed me. I didn't want to sound worried but I couldn't hide it. I promised one thing to John before he died and that was to look over his boys. To step in when they needed help but they had been taught by the best, they dropped off the map a couple of times and those were the most significant. The last time I found them again, Dean had gotten himself into a one way deal. A deal I was so desperately trying to find a way to break.
"Dean is dead." I fell to my knees, silent tears already staining my face. With those three little words my world crashed down with me.