AN: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry about such the long wait, you guys! I think this was the most Reviewed/ Story Alerted/ Favorited story EVER, so I thought that you deserve a chappie.

Disclaimer: I own neither of these amazing shows.

Chapter Two

"Bones, what is going on," Booth asked.

"You don't want to know, Booth. Trust me," Brennan responded, ever so quickly. "Now, you have around two minutes to explain to me why you," She gestured to Dean. "Are not rotting, seven feet underground." She growled.

"Funny thing about that, Bones," Dean chuckled "Is that you would know, if you actually talked to Sammy when he called you."

"Don't call me that," She snapped. "I have never been known as that, nor will I ever."

Dean's face grew serious. "Okay then; if you never were called that, then who is in the photo you keep with you at all times? Who's car is the one you have the spare key to?" Brennan was didn't answer. "That's what I thought. Care to tell your little boyfriend here," He made a motion at Booth. "Exactly why your little brothers call you that?" He snarled.

"I have no little brothers," She growled. " My only brother is older than me, and his name is Russ Brennan,"

"Oh please, Bones, you're still thinking that s***? Still trying to think that your foster family is your real one? We all know that your name is Temperance. Mary. Winchester." He punctuated every one of her names. "So stop disbelieving, and join the darkside, Bonesie."

"don't call me that." She growled. "I will give you five minutes to get over to the Impala, Dean, Sam. Go away and never come back. I don't want to see you again."

"That's great, because you probably won't," Dean bit out. "We have the f***ing Apocalypse on our hands, sister dear. Better stock up." He scowled, and walked over in the other direction with Sammy.

-=OOO=-

Angela Montenegro has seen a lot of crazy stuff throughout her years, but this, however, takes the cake.

Brennan was acting odd, really odd.

You see, when Angela had walked into Brennan's office to ask if she wanted coffee, what she saw was rather…unexpected.

She had a creepy looking book opened to a page which had a symbol on it. A symbol that looked like a star, inside a circle. That wasn't the weird part. The weird part was that Brennan, Temperance Brennan, the most rational, disbelieving woman on earth was painting it on the ceiling right by the door.

"Tempe, sweetie," Angela started. "What on earth is that?"

"Um, nothing, Angela. I just…liked the symbol, is all."

"So you paint it on the ceiling?" She stared up in disbelief. "Okay, whatever, don't tell me if you don't want to. But seriously, what is up with you?"

"It's nothing, Ange. I…I'm just over reacting." Brennan stepped off the ladder. "I should get some coffee. Were you going, Angela?"

So, they departed, on their way to the nearest Starbucks. Unfortunately, they didn't exactly get there. A man stood in the middle of the lab. His hair was black, and windswept, and he wore a tan trenchcoat.

"Whoa, who is he?" Angela asked, looking him up and down as they walked.

"Temperance Winchest…Brennan?" He asked the couple.

"That would be me," Brennan replied.

"My name is Castiel. I am a…friend of your brothers."

END CHAPTER TWO

AN: I know, I know, fail. I tried though! It's still something…