Dean Winchester took a long sip of a Purple Nurple and gave his younger brother Sam a lopsided smile.
"So an angel walks into a bar," He begins, his buzz starting to take a toll on him. Dean was completely out raged to notice that his brother was ignoring him and staring passed his shoulder.
"Aw C'mon Sammy, I'm not wasted enough for the joke to suck that bad." When Sam still didn't answer, Dean followed his gaze over his shoulder and met the eyes of a beautiful young woman walking towards them. His eyebrows shot up in a pleasant surprise.
"Well well, I just spent forty years in hell but it seems like I've still got it." Dean joked, catching a glare from Sam. The younger Winchester hated it when his brother joked about something so serious, and they still had no idea how Dean had gotten out in the first place. His mood immediately lightened, however, when said girl walked right up to their table, her head tilted in an innocent, fascinated way. She had jet black bangs but otherwise long beautiful red hair and the most dazzling blue eyes that either man had ever seen. She was wearing a tight white long sleeved shirt that only came to her naval, and black skinny jeans. Dean winked at her.
"Who are you?" He asked in a flirty voice, eyeing the girl's rack and earning a glare from his brother. Without speaking, she gently rolled Dean's shirtsleeve up to reveal the mysterious red handprint singed into his skin. She lay her hand atop it and it fit perfectly.
"I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Oh I knew she was too hot. Dean thought to himself, drawing a dagger and thrusting it into the girls side. She didn't even flinch and Sam's mouth dropped open, his eyes having never left hers.
"We need to talk, Dean." Dean's breathing quickened and he swallowed hard, watching in awe as she pulled the knife out and laid it on the table they were sitting at.
"Who are you?" He repeated, any trace of romantic interest now gone.
"Cassidy." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" He demanded. She tilted her head again and Dean heard Sam let out a strange awestricken sound.
"I'm an angel of the Lord." Dean's face grew red with anger.
"Get the hell out of here, there's no such thing." Her forehead creased with worry and she looked from Sam back to Dean.
"This is your problem Dean…you have no faith." Her deep blue eyes were sincere and Dean was having a real hard time pretending to be upset.
"I'm not buying what you're selling, babe, who are you?" He demanded again, jumping a little as the lights in the bar flickered and revealed a shadow of angel wings on the wall behind her.
"I already told you…" When he was finally able to tear his gaze from her beautiful face, Sam shook his head at his brother.
"Look Dean, I…I think we should believe her." Dean shot him an incredulous look.
"Why would an angel rescue me from hell?" She smiled at Sam and then reached out to gently touch Dean again.
"Because it was commanded by God. He has a plan for you, Dean. Besides, you deserved to be saved." Dean raised his eyebrows again.
"Care to elaborate, what plan?" Cassidy just smiled and winked.
"All will be revealed sooner or later, don't worry about it right now." Sam and Dean exchanged nervous looks. Sam could see the uneasiness in Dean's eyes, saw that he didn't trust her. But there was just something about this woman that was genuine and just down right…angelic. He turned to invite her to join them for dinner but she had disappeared.
"What in God's name is wrong with you, Sam? You were hanging on that girls every word as if she were actually an angel." Sam's eyebrows furrowed.
"I think she really is one Dean, she didn't seem to be lying." Dean downed the rest of his drink and sighed.
"Demon's lie, Sammy, that's what they do. You might wanna keep that in mind next time you're hanging out with Ruby." He spat. Sam ignored him and took a long sip of a Yuengling. Of course, he just has to throw Ruby in to this, he can't ever be wrong. Sam thought spitefully.
"She's not a demon, Dean. Her eyes weren't black…they were…" He trailed off, thinking about those gorgeous eyes and just decided not to continue speaking. Though Dean would never admit it out loud, Cassidy was definitely a girl he wouldn't soon be forgetting. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Dean suddenly got up and laid some fives on the table, he had had enough of this.
"We're leaving, Sam. Now." Sam gritted his teeth but chugged his beer and followed his brother out to the Impala. Both brothers slammed their doors irritably and Dean turned the radio up, his favorite Metallica song blaring. When Sam thought Dean wasn't looking he moved the dial to a Christian radio station and enjoyed the soft sound of RED for a good three seconds before Dean changed it back.
"I've told you a million times, Sammy, Driver picks the music!" Sam rolled his eyes.
"And shotgun shuts his cakehole, yeah, I got it. I just want you to understand that what Cassidy said is true." Dean sighed in annoyance.
"What, that she's an angel?" Sam shrugged.
"Well yeah that, maybe, but I'm talking about when she said you have no faith. Maybe this could be a wake up call for you, Dean." Dean snorted.
"After everything that's happened to us you still believe…and I admire that Sammy, I do, but that's you that's not me." Sam smiled.
"Admit it, though. I saw the way you looked at her too, if you were going to believe in anything, it'd be her." Dean didn't answer, swearing at Sam in his head for being right.
"Smart ass." He mumbled inaudibly as they pulled up to their motel for the night. They checked in to room 108 and flung their stuff about the place. Sam grabbed his pajamas and began to undress, slipping on his night shorts and laying on one of the twin bed while Dean headed to the bathroom with his tooth brush. He brushed them for about two minutes or so before splashing water into his mouth to spit, only to choke on said water at what he saw behind him in the mirror.
"Hello, Dean." Dean spit the liquid into the sink and quickly turned around.
"What the hell, Cas?!" Cassidy smiled.
"You feel comfortable enough with me to give me a…what are those called? Pick-Names?" Dean looked at her like she was stupid.
"Nicknames, Cas, and no, it just slipped out okay…it's easier than saying Cassidy all the time." Cassidy didn't seem to mind, still looking fondly at him.
"Look, what do you want? If you wanna preach go talk to Sam." She frowned slightly and it made Dean feel weird that he wanted to make her smile again.
"You should show me a little more respect, I've risked a lot for you." Dean groaned.
"You and all your riddles, can't you ever just come out and say something? What are you frigging talking about?!" She jumped slightly as she heard Sam ask Dean what all the noise was about.
"Listen, we don't have time for explanations, all you need to know is that something terrible is happening. The first seal has been broken and we need to do everything in our power to stop the rest of them from breaking before the other angels…" She was cut off by Sam banging on the bathroom door.
"Whatever you do, do notkill Lilith, and please don't tell Sam." Dean resented the way Cassidy seemed to blush when she said Sam's name, but he didn't have time to ponder it before Sam kicked the door open.
"Dean? What is going on in here, I heard voices." Dean pointed behind him.
"She…" But when he turned to look, she had disappeared again.
"Eh, nothing man, don't worry about it, I was seeing things." Sam looked concerned but decided to shrug it off.
"You need to drink less, dude." Sam sauntered back over to his bed and Dean put his head in his hands. What did any of what she said mean? What were seals and why should they fear other angels if they were all broken? What was going on in heaven and why didn't Cassidy seem to be part of it? But out of all the questions swirling around in his head, the one bothering him the most was why the hell he couldn't tell Sam. Dean tried to push it out of his head and go to bed, but he couldn't fight the feeling that even in his dreams a certain blue eyed angel would be whispering to him. When he finally walked out of the bathroom Sam was already sound asleep, having had a long night. Dean pulled back the covers of his own bed and climbed in, giving one last glace to his baby brother as if to make sure he was safe, as he had been doing since he was little. Dean wasn't sure if it was just his imagination or if Cassidy really hadn't left, but Dean could have sworn he saw the faint shadow of angel wings above his brothers bed.
"The angels are watching over you."
His mother had always said. Dean shrugged and tolled over on his side.
"Who knows, Mom. Maybe you were right."
