Hey! A new chapter in a new book. How are you liking Pierce's story so far? Thanks for following her up until here, it means a lot to both of us.

There are some change of POVs in this third installment because it's quite essential, I sorry.

Pierce's POV

It's been a week and there has been no sign of angels coming our way. Even Castiel hasn't shown up since that time he showed us the place. The three of us are cooped up and restless. Also our food stock is running low, and Sam and Dean are now arguing over who is going grocery shopping.

While they are arguing, I hear some noises outside the cabin. I walk to the windows and draw back the curtains a little bit. I see a large group of people standing rather solemnly outside the protective circle.

"I don't think any of us will be going out today," I pipe up and cut in their bickering. "We've got company at the door."

They come to the window to see what I am talking about. There are not just men out there; a few women are standing there as well. They all seem to share the similar hunched back, fierce and deadly serious faces as Castiel's. I assume they are not humans.

"Angels are not all harps and halos, are they?" I comment.

"Yeah," Dean agrees. "Don't get on their bad side. They can fry your insides out." He sheaths a knife and goes to the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asks.

"I'm just going to talk to them and see what they want," Dean shrugs. "You stay here and watch out for her, make sure there are no surprises planned for us."

We watch him walk out then we exchange looks. It's typical of Dean to take the lead like this, but his reckless attitude doesn't always get us what we want. I just hope that he doesn't do anything stupid.

Dean's POV

"Hey guys," I greet them. "What can I help you with?"

These angels are too serious. They just look at you with solemn expressions that don't ever change. No one should mess with them though. They might look like naïve things but they can kill in the most painful way ever.

The big guy in front talks. "Give us the girl," he demands.

"Wow, straight to the point," I comment. "No, sorry I can't do that."

Some hot chick walks up as close as she can while I stand within the protective circle Cas set out for us. She says, "Give us the girl and we will leave you alone."

"Let me think," I feign making a decision. "No. Why should I?"

The first guy answers, "She is a danger to this world and we must rid of the key. Now, give us the girl, Winchester and we will be on our way."

"You guys must have a problem with the English language," I throw back at them. "Which part of 'no' don't you understand? Now go before I stick this dagger in your chest." I show them the long silver blade that Cas gave to me.

They back off a little and I raise my eyebrows and urge them on, "Get lost, all of you."

"We will get the girl," the angel promises.

"Good luck with that," I smile.

They disappear and I hear a crash and a sharp scream from inside the cabin. I run in and see Sam wrestling with one person and Pierce trying to fight off another. How did they get in? This place is ridden with anti-angel spells. We also place salt everywhere, no demon or ghost should be able to come in.

The man who Pierce was fighting with has her held at knife point. He yells something and the fighting stops. "Just let us go, or else I'll run my knife along her neck."

"You can threaten us," I tell him. "But whoever you're working for wants her alive, you're not going to kill her."

He tightens his grip on his knife and she gives an involuntary whimper. Sam's opponent throws a punch at him out of the blue and they fight again. In the momentary confusion, Pierce's captive knocks her out and heads for the window they entered through. I stare helplessly as the man swings her over his shoulder. I start to wonder who he works for when his partner stops and looks at us with black eyes before following him out.

They were demons. Damn Crowley. I search for the break in the salt line. I find it at the windowsill. An animal came and scuffed it around, leaving a big enough space for demons to come in. They spotted the demon traps and avoided them.

I feel anger and frustration well up inside me. My jaw tenses up as I grip my teeth to keep from lashing out. I bunch my fists until my nails dig into my palm. I breathe out heavily. I look at Sam who is panting from his fight.

He makes a face and I lose it. "Son of a bitch," I yell, kicking the couch and positively stubbing my toe.