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Chapter 2

Dean, Sam and Jane Winchester were exhausted they had just finished stopping the super charged pissed off ghosts of their previous innocents. It had been painful for them. It wasn't easy losing a person you were in charge of saving only to be confronted by their ghosts. It had been difficult.

"You know what I could use right now, Sammie?" Dean said wiping the sweat from his brow. "A piece of damned pie!"

"Damned pie, Dean? Do they make such a thing on Earth?" Jane teased picking up the towels she'd been folding. Someone had to do the damn laundry around here. These men were pigs. They'd said housework was a woman's job and since Jane was the only woman she'd better have at it. Otherwise, they'd just burn the dirty stuff and buy new stuff.

Dean walked towards the refrigerator. "Maybe there's some in here," he said haughtily. He opened the door peered inside and slammed it shut. "Nope," he said standing up and turning back towards Sam. "There isn't any pie in there because you forgot it!"

Sam sighed crossing his arms putting his head down and shifting his weight. "Grow up," he muttered.

Jane smiled folding another towel. She had missed this.

Dean walked towards the couch and fell down onto it heavily, folded his arms pouting. He'd knocked over the stack of folded towels Jane had sitting beside her. She looked at him angrily before picking them all back up and shoving them into the basket. She kicked the basket away from her. She gave up. Sam walked towards his brother giving his sister a sympathetic look.

"Dude, seriously?"

"What, Sam? I asked you to get me some pie and you, for some unknown reason, chose to forget it. Now here I am, tired, exhausted, just got my ass kicked by Casper and I want some freakin' pie!"

Sam opened his mouth to retort when Jane stepped in.

"Guys, I'll go get us some pie. I could use the fresh air anyways."

Dean smiled, "See Sam, why can't you be more agreeable like Janie?"

Sam shook his head in defeat. "Do you want me to go with you?

Jane grabbed her purse and turned back towards her twin, "No, no. I'll be fine. You guys clean up. I'll be back in a jiffy." With that she walked out the door. Just as she shut the door she heard Dean call out, "Don't wreck my car!"

The drive in town to the diner had taken longer than she thought. It had begun to rain and her visibility was already poor at night. The windshield wipers on the Impala were in need of replacing also. She had agreed to go out and get Dean his dessert because she had wanted time to think. It had been a few days since their encounter with the angel and she could not get him out of her mind. His demeanor demanded respect. His words were spoken with such frankness and articulation. His eyes seem to gaze into her very soul. She had thought of nothing but the angel, Castiel, for the last three days. She was beginning to think she was borderline obsessive. She longed for another glimpse.

She pulled into the parking lot at the diner only to find all of the lights out. They were closed. She pulled as close as she could to the door to read the hours. It had closed at 10:00. She looked at the clock on the dash. It read 2:00. Then, she scolded herself because before a few weeks ago she'd been working there. She should have known what time it closed. Funny how becoming a hunter again made her forget simple things like closing times.

"Damn it," she muttered pounding her fists against the steering wheel in frustration. Dean had really liked the pie from this little eatery too. She wracked her brain thinking of a place to get food at this hour. It was a small town. Not many businesses were open past 5:00. She sat for a few seconds letting the heat consume her before she remembered there was a Wal-Mart down the road about 10 miles.

She pulled into the parking lot at Wal-Mart. It was mostly deserted except for a few odd cars scattered along the parking lot. She'd always loved the fact Wal-Mart kept their parking lots so well lit. She got out of the car holding the ignition key between her ring and middle finger. If anyone approached her in the parking lot she'd gauge out their eyes.

Jane laughed at herself nervously. She may do that even if someone said hello she'd been so jumpy lately. Luckily, she made it through the front door without injuring anyone. Grabbing a cart she started making her way down the aisle. She decided to pick up a few more things since she was already there. She grabbed a few fruits oranges, apples, kiwi and strawberries. Her brothers and Bobby weren't big fruit eaters so it was mainly for her.

Next, she went down the frozen food aisle. This was her brother's favorite aisle. She grabbed a few frozen burritos. She'd been hesitant to buy those. They made Sam very gassy. She walked into the beer aisle and stocked up. Everyone in the household drank heavily, the boys more so. Looking down into her cart, she smiled at the contents. The people at the register were going to think she was a binge drinking fruit loving druggie. She had a lot of 'munchies' in her cart.

She rounded the corner and stopped. She could have sworn she had just saw a beige trench coat. She turned into the aisle where she had seen the man go and there was no one there. She shook her head. It was late she was tired. Jane continued down another aisle picking up some canned yams. They were her favorite. She glanced at the different brands looking for her favorite plucking it from the shelf and throwing it in her cart. She proceeded to the candy aisle. Dean loved candy.

The aisle was filled with all kinds of candy. She was looking in the large bins where you picked your own and bought it by the pound. She glanced at the bin with the jelly beans. She didn't really like jelly beans and was about to look away when she noticed two ice blue ones. The jelly beans were spaced far enough apart to look like eyes, ice blue eyes that were staring at her.

Jane felt a cold chill go down her spine. She couldn't look away from the jelly beans. First the man in the trench coat and now these jelly beans? She didn't know how long she stood there staring at the jelly beans.

"Are you alright, miss?" she heard someone say next to her. She turned and looked at them snapping out of her trance. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She looked back to the person who'd spoken to her. It was a middle aged man. He had red hair, green eyes and freckles. He was wearing a purple business suit and a beige trench coat. Jane sighed. He must have been who she saw earlier.

"Uh, yes. I'm fine, thank you." She smiled sweetly before turning back to the candy as the man walked passed her and out of the aisle. She grabbed a few different kinds stuffing them into a bag and weighing them. Tying up her bag with a twisty she decided to take one last look at the jelly beans. She gasped. There weren't any ice blue jelly beans in the bin at all. There weren't even blue ones just red, green, orange and yellow.

She pulled into the driveway tires crunching along the gravel. The sign Singers Salvage was illuminated brightly against the blackness of the sky. She got out of the car quickly checking her surroundings before turning back to fetch the bags from the car. Being a hunter made you cautious. Growing up as a hunter had made her even more cautious. She had learned at quite an early age that there was more in the dark than just fear.

It was eerily quiet outside. She could hear the power lines buzzing. She heard small creaks and groans coming from within the junkyard. Metal did expand and contract after all. Other than that there was nothing. No crickets, no birds, nothing.

The lights in the house were dim. She had been gone for a while. The boys must have fallen asleep. Dean had called about an hour prior to check on her and had promised to wait up. She smiled. When's he's tired...he's useless. She thought to herself.

Taking the keys from her pocket she carried them in her hand with Bobby's house key tucked securely between her index and middle finger just as she had at Wal-Mart. She had learned at a young age to always make everything a useful weapon. Keys were no exception. She stepped up the small set of stairs leading up to the porch. The wood groaned under her feet. She walked across the porch towards the door on the balls of her feet not making a sound. She was careful to hold the rest of the keys tight so they didn't jingle.

She unlocked the door and closed it quietly behind her wincing as it creaked a little. She kicked off her sneakers and slipped into her Eeyore slippers. They had been a present to her from her father. It was his attempt at giving his daughter a normal gift. Eeyore's eyes had been lost. There was just black thread hanging where the plastic eyes had been. She had cherished them and always wore them. Even more so now that John had passed.

She tip toed quietly into the living room. Sam was sprawled out on the couch his legs hanging off the end. She smiled wishing as always she had gotten her brothers height. Dean was fast asleep on the floor. Both boys were still fully clothed. She never understood why they didn't wear pajamas instead choosing to remain fully clothed while sleeping. She looked around but didn't see Bobby figuring he must have gone up to his room.

She moved past Dean's head careful not to touch him. All three Winchesters slept with one eye open. The slightest noise would wake them. She knew they needed rest. It had been a rough night after all. She set the bags down on the counter. She had purchased a few more things than necessary. Reaching into the bag she had begun to removing things when she heard a fluttering noise. It sounded like feathers.

Her heart skipped a beat. Cold sweat formed on her skin. She held her breath slowly turning. She chided herself. She was a hunter! She turned fully around. There stood the angel Castiel. He was wearing the same outfit the same trench coat. He was lounging lazily against the sink. He turned his head painfully slow and observed her. She looked up at him her dark eyes meeting his pale ones. She stood there for what seemed like ages just staring into his eyes. Time seemed to stop around her. She willed herself to look away but found herself trapped in his gaze. It seemed to immobilize her. Slowly, he turned his head to the side a small arrogant smile forming on his dry lips.

Jane's heart pounded in her throat. The way he was looking at her. His ice cold blue eyes seemed to be peering into her soul. The look was all predator and Jane felt like a mouse on a cat's dinner plate. She didn't know how long she would have stood there simply staring at him. Castiel turned his head sharply towards the living room his face becoming blank. Jane followed his glance. Dean was stirring on the floor. Jane couldn't help but feel a loss at losing his attention.

"Janie," he said gruffly his voice still hoarse from sleeping. His eyes wondered up and saw his sister standing oddly in the kitchen. Her posture was stiff and her face gleamed with sweat. Her eyes shone with unshed tears. Her skin was pale glowing oddly blue in the moonlight that shone in through the window. He lifted his head and saw the reason for her distress. There stood Castiel, the angel who had recently occupied much of Dean's thoughts and unbeknownst to Dean, Jane's as well.

Dean stood and walked groggily into the kitchen. Jane didn't move neither did Castiel.

"Excellent job with the witnesses," Castiel said his eyes still on Dean.

"You were hip to all this?" Dean said in disbelief risking a quick glance at his sister. Castiel never turned. His eyes were all for Dean.

"I was made aware."

Jane scoffed. The hold Castiel had on her had seemed to disappear as he began speaking to her brother. Being in close proximity with her older brother also made her feel safe and calm. It always had. She felt both relief and uneasiness. Neither man turned in her direction. No one knew of her inner monologue and struggle.

"Well thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest."

"But you didn't," the angel replied condescendingly.

"But he could have. Where the hell were you?" Jane interjected angrily at the angel's smugness feeling the need to defend her brother even if it was against a higher power. Anger helped her shake the uneasiness she was feeling in Castiel's presence. Dean turned to her as if to say "yeah take that". Castiel acted as if he never heard her.

"I thought angels were supposed to be guardians, not dicks" Dean said rephrasing his sister's question in his own special very Dean-like way.

Castiel's expression turned self-righteous. "Read the bible," he replied, "Angels are warriors of God. I am a soldier."

"Yeah? Why didn't you fight?"

"I'm not here to perch on your shoulder, we had larger concerns," the angel said the first trickle of anger seeping into his voice as he shifted against sink.

"Concerns?" Dean and Jane said together quickly looking at each other and then back at Castiel.

The angel glimpsed at the female Winchester impatience on his handsome features. It was the first time he'd acknowledged her since Dean had entered the kitchen. Jane met his eyes with a glower but the uneasy feeling was still present. On the outside she may have been fuming about the conversation the angel was currently having with her brother but on the inside she felt like an emotional hurricane. He returned his piercing blue eyes to Dean as if he were trying to dismiss and exclude Jane from the conversation.

"There were people getting torn to shreds down here," Dean whispered furiously, "and by the way when all this is going on where the hell is your boss huh? If there is a God?"

The angel stood quietly his expression a cross between amusement and anger. He stared intently at Dean. Jane was getting anxious for the answer, for her brother, for the world, she wasn't sure but anxiety was there none the less. The angel never moved, never blinked just stared at Dean. Almost two minutes passed. The angel began to look like a statue. He took a breath and time seemed to resume around him.

"There's a God," he bit out.

Dean shook his head bitterly, "Yeah, well I'm not convinced."

The angel looked at Jane again as he shifted against the counter once again this time crossing his legs in front of him. He stance seemed more relax but air around him was heavy like a storm cloud moving in off the sea. He turned to her as if looking away from Dean would compose him. The arrogance had left his handsome features replaced with irritability. Dean was starting to piss him off. Castiel looked at the floor and sighed. Dean continued.

"'Cause if there is a God what's he waiting for huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the Earth? The freakin' apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that live down here?"

Castiel shook his head, "the Lord works in..." he started.

Dean cut him off, "if you say in mysterious ways so help me I will kick your ass."

Castiel raised his hands in defeat. The arrogant smile present once again on his lips. He glanced briefly at Jane. Every time he looked at her Jane felt her heart skip a beat. There was silence once again in the room. Dean seemed to be pondering the conversation, Jane was too afraid to move and Castiel seemed to be arrogantly full of himself.

Finally Dean spoke breaking the silence. The rooms other two occupants turned abruptly to look at him.

"So Bobby was right 'bout the witnesses," he said moving closer to Castiel, "this is some kind of sign of the apocalypse.

"That's why we're here. Big things are a foot."

"What kind of things?" Jane interjected. She received a pointed look from her brother which clearly said don't interrupt and the angel again ignored her. She decided to keep quiet from then on.

"Do I wanna know what kind of things?"

"I sincerely doubt it."

The angel turned his back on Jane fully facing Dean. Jane took the opportunity to gaze down the rest of his body. She couldn't see much because of his overcoat. She could tell, however, that he was lean. She found herself secretly wondering how much muscle he had, if he was chiseled. She remembered the angel telling them that the current form in which he appeared was a vessel. It was not the angel's true form. She let her thoughts drift to what his true form was like, was he fearsome? Did he have the long flowing hair like old paintings had? Were his looks even human like? Perhaps he looked more like a goat or horse like she had seen in the mythical Greek paintings in her high school history books?

Lost in her thoughts, Jane failed to notice the slight clinching of his shoulders as her thoughts flowed freely in her mind. She was resigned to the fact she'd never know because his true form caused humans eyes to melt out of their heads. An unfortunate side effect.

Dean looked back at her and gave her a hard look. She immediately snapped her eyes to the table top. The worn wooded top suddenly very interesting. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. He had caught her taking liberties with her eyes.

"But you need to know."

If Jane had been scared before she was truly terrified now. Lillith? 66 seals? Lucifer rising? Castiel had just disappeared leaving Jane and Dean alone in the kitchen after threatening to throw Dean back into Hell.

Dean looked at his sister his face full of disbelief. "What the hell are we gonna do, Janie?"

She shook her head in defeat. "First we should wake up, Sam."

Alright another chapter done. I'm really trying not to copy each episode word for word. Why would you want to read a fanfiction when you can just watch the show, right? I did, however, say that this would be an AU on Season 4 so some repetitiveness is essential. As the characters grow and develop so will the story and the more we'll get into the AU and away from canon. I hope you're enjoying my journey so far. Nothing new introduced yet but soon I promise.