A/N: Sooo this is my second attempt at a fan fiction. I'm not a professional writer and am horrible at spelling and grammar. So please bear with me. Would love reviews and any suggestions in how to write more smoothly. I do not own any characters but those not known in the show. So sadly Castiel, Dean and Sam are not mine
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"This toothbrush is awesome!" dean said excited "It makes my teeth so smooth and shiny" he said out load to Sam while flashing a smile and smiling. He shuts off the new electric toothbrush he got earlier at CVS and put it in the outer pocket of his duffle bag.
"You are getting a little over excited, it's just a toothbrush dean." Sam says to him with his ' your being weird face'.
"Hay it's a awesome toothbrush. Respect the toothbrush man" Dean replied walking over to the bed with his bag and unzipping it.
Sam shook his head and walked over to the table in there gaudy hotel room and opened his laptop. They were currently on a case researching yet again another possibility of a skin walker but it seems to just be a case of twin siblings separated at birth and unaware of each other. In general, boring.
Swoooooooosh
"I have a problem I need you to assist me with"
Castiel stood staring at them after blurting out his sentence. Dean and Sam jumped. Still not use to Castiel presence just appearing. Dean broke the silence first
"What, no hello how are Dean?.. You got your soul back yet Sam? "He said sarcastically to Cas with slight annoyance in his voice.
"Sorry I'm a little panicky. I have an emergency" Castiel replied as if he was indeed perfectly fine and calm instead of wanting to scream and cry
"Ok cas well I would say calm down but its UN needed. So what do you need" Dean said to him removing a shirt from his bag and taking off the one on him and changing.
Cas looked at him for a second wondering why they change clothes so often and if he should to. "I need you to find someone for me" while looking at him curiously, with his signature head tilt.
"You want us to find someone for you? Can't you do that on your own in a weird angel way?" Sam asked with a look of confusion on his face.
"I can't the person has the symbols burned in to their ribs that prevent me from finding them. Your familiar with what that means." he replied with a little bit of sadness on his face.
"Ok well what's there name" dean asked cas while walking over to the table to grab a pen and paper from the desk.
Cas breathed in and looked at them nervously. "Saturday bell"
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Saturday laid on her back on her bed with the tennis ball in her hand. She threw it up in the air hitting the ceiling. She repeatedly did this action while reciting scripture in her head from the bible.
"Psalm 23 the lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, he makes lie down in green pasters, he leads me besides still water"
This was a daily routine, practicing scripture while focusing on doing something active. She needed to be able to remember the words as if it was her breathing in and out. These words, god words, were her life line. He taught her this as a way to control the urges she had, the thoughts that flowed all day long through her mind, among her other secret curses. And it did work. The only thing was it didn't make her forget about "him". If anything it made her miss him more at times. At least she was safe from the heart break. He could never find her. Never hear her cries either. She stopped and sat up in her bed and walked over to the dresser, placing the ball in the wicker basket. She looked in the mirror and took out the hair tie holding up her hair. She didn't recognize herself on these bad days. She stared at the reflection in the mirror. A young lady about 27, with auburn wavy hair, close to curly, falling past her breasts. Green eyes stared back at her with life in them. The thing is she new that person in the mirror was only half of who she was. On days like this those eyes that looked full of life, felt empty. On days like this she wanted to harm herself, others, scream, do things she knew she couldn't. She would simply become what she despised. Which was a person damned to hell. She was a devout Christian. It was her lifestyle and faith that meant the most. But sometimes on days were she felt the other part of her rise up, she would want something different, something that she couldn't even tell her pastor because it was so evil.
She looked down avoiding the rest of the thought and opened her draw taking out her clothes for the day. It was only 7:30 am and she had a whole day ahead of her. Today she had the pastors meeting she needed to attend. She was the church secretary and took all the notes down of what was talked about and decided upon. She picked out a simple sun dress and a light cammy sweater to cover her shoulders. She striped down and changed in to it. She put on a pair of cowgirl boots and put a head band in her hair.
As she walked down the stairs she passed the family photos of the family that use to live here. Her adopted parents. They had died three years ago on a plane crash and left her the house. She walked in to the kitchen and took the milk out of the fridge and turned around.
Stairing at her with a face of uncertainty was the man she had been trying to block from her memorys. It was not the same face but it didn't have to be because she could feel him. He was what she was trying to forget for the last 9 years.
"How did you find me? You shouldn't be here castiel. You promised you wouldn't come back." Saturday said with a burning rage rising in her heart as she tried to calm herself and ignore the old emotions she felt once for him return that were the complete opposite of rage. He was there standing in front of her. Once again in a vessel close to her age. It would have been easier if he was still in a teenager's body. At least then she could ignore the attraction to him and his vessel. A child would have been even better. Then she wouldn't want to give in to the urge to stab him in the chest and kill him. Not because of what he did, but because of what was in her and who she was. The thing he waited to tell her about till the last minute. That she had the very thing in her that she was determined to rise against. That she trusted god would destroy. That she was half demon and that she was meant to one day help Lucifer bring on the apocalypse.
