SORRY ABOUT ALL THE TYPOS IN THE LAST CHAPTER. I'M TERRIBLE AT PROOF READING. SO ENJOY, BE NICE AND REVIEWS MAKE ME WRITE MORE.
In the end I stayed in Sam and Deans motel room. Dean took the couch and I slept in Deans bed wearing one of his old shirts that pretty much went down to my knees, being around them always makes me feel shorter then I actually am. Even being in a motel room with Sam and Dean didn't take the dreams away nothing did.
I was in a room, the walls were covered in weird symbols, symbols I don't recognize. Sometimes I'm a little girl sometimes I am older but I'm always alone in the room until the glowing man appears.
Then the dream ends. It was 8.45 am exactly when we were awoken by my cell phone belting out 'I hate everything about you' a track I had especially chosen for my foster parents home number. I scrambled for my cell which was sitting on the bedside table,
"Yeah," I grunted pressing the phone to my ear, that was a mistake,
"Angel Jessica Beck where the hell are you? What the hell do you thing your doing? Sneaking out like that your father and I are worried out of out minds!"
I groaned and threw the phone and got up reaching for the clothes I had discarded last night,
"I'm going to take a shower."
Sam and Dean just stared dumbstruck at the cell phone which was still screaming.
An hour later Dean pulled up in his impala stopping behind my bike he got out and stopped next to me,
"You going in Angel or are you just going to sit here all day?"
"Well that would be the easy thing,"
"Come on Angel cakes we're going inside,"
"Great, you do know they're going to kill me,"
"Like I said you can come with us,"
"Well I don't think Sam'll be happy about that,"
"I don't care because I want you to come with us,"
"Thanks Dean. I guess we have to face the evil foster parents now."
Seconds after walking in the door they were yelling at us,
"Now young lady you will march up to your room and think about what you did!"
I opened my mouth to protest but Elena butted in,
"Do as your father tells you!"
The leash on my temper completely broke then,
"He is no my father and the only reason I'd be going to my room is to pack because In case you forgot I'm eighteen today and that means I'm out of here," I took a calming breath, "This is Dean by the way," I waved a hand towards him. He was leaning against the wall, eyebrows raised at my sudden outburst, he pushed off from the wall and walked over to us,
"It's nice to meet you Mr and Mrs?"
"Smith. Angel is this your boyfriend because we do not tolerate that in this house,"
"Geez no he's my friend I've known him for like ever. Now we're going to go pack,"
"No guys in your room,"
"Oh my gosh if we start having hot and heavy sex I'll shut the door."
Dean closed the door of my room behind me,
"So should we get down to the hot and heavy sex now or later?"
I snorted, "They drive me nuts,"
"I can imagine," Dean smiled picking up a framed photo of the two of them at Bobby's a couple years ago. That was before I had got stuck with the uber-controlling foster parents that would never let me go anywhere. He put it down before picking up the picture next to it, an older one the frame worn, it held a picture of a happy looking family. My family. Dean started gathering things up for me to pack and I started on clothes, he raised an eye brown at me as I packed what must have been my fiftieth pair of jeans,
"What were you expecting mini skirts and crop tops?"
"No I just. I didn't think anyone owned this many pairs of jeans."
I laughed at him before lobbing one of the pillows from my bed at his head.
Sam wasn't in the motel room when we got back but as soon as we walking in the door,
"Hey Cas, we're in Anaheim, California. Sunnyside Motel. Room 4B,"
As the world left Deans mouth a man appeared behind him,
"Dean," he said, making the elder Winchester jump forward,
"Man, Cas you're going to give me a heart attack one day,"
The man said nothing just kept staring at Dean,
"Uh Cas we've talked about this. Personal space,"
"Oh sorry," he took a step back and looked at me, "Hello Angel,"
I took a step back from where Dean and Cas were standing,
"How do you know my name? Who are you?"
"I am Castiel."
I raised an eyebrow, "The angel of Thursday?"
"Yes I am also known as that."
"But it's Wednesday,"
Dean snorted, "Come on Cas how do you know Angel,"
"We have met before."
I looked the gorgeous angel up and down, "I think I would have remembered meeting you,"
"You do. I pulled you from hell."
Dean turned around to look at me,
"What's he talking about?"
Shit! I had never told Dean about my childhood or my trip to hell,
"It's a long story Dean,"
"So tell it!"
12 years ago
They had grabbed me when my parents weren't looking the people with the black eyes. I didn't understand. What child would? There was this smoke thick frightening black smoke that moved on its own. It forced itself down my throat from then I didn't have any control. It was a year maybe longer I stopped keeping track. Then we came across some hunters. They were so smart. They pulled the horrible black creature out of me but it was too late the damage was done and my body was failing me. The female hunter was nice to me. She called me Angel. She may have even cried. My memory gets a bit fuzzy there and the next thing I knew I was in a room with symbols all over the walls all I could hear was screaming coming from all around me. I was lying on the floor when it came to me the glowing man. Castiel.
-TBC-