It took a few days to get to Florida but when they crossed the state lines, Eileen announced that they only had a few more hours to go, that they would be there late that night. It was early morning and Hannah, Eileen, and Jo spent the long hours on the high way, sometimes deep in conversation, sometimes in silence. Hannah pondered their upcoming trip as she relaxed in the back seat of Eileen's bright red '65 Mustang. Outside, the scenery blew past them as the car sped down the road. The weather changed, evolved. Endless plains gave way to forests, farmland dominated the world around them.

"I don't understand the need for fences," Hannah spoke up at one point as Eileen drove and Jo relaxed in the passenger seat. "It seems that humans are obsessed with fences, borders, and walls which barricade the natural world."

"That's a hard question," Jo replied as she leaned her head against her car window, her blonde hair glistening in front of Hannah. "Humans are complicated, Hannah. We're greedy, paranoid, territorial creatures who like to hoard our possessions and the world's resources. It doesn't make a lot of sense, I know but there are so many individuals in the world, each with their own agendas. Most of us just want to be left alone, live our lives, but others…" Jo trailed off, thinking that Hannah caught her meaning.

"I don't know that I will ever get used to life down here," Hannah sighed. She tried, she really tried and Castiel continued to encourage her to explore various aspects of humanity, it was clear he admired these beings, but she felt frustrated with it all.

"I'm human and I don't get used to it," Jo offered. "That's why I'm a hunter. Monsters make more sense to me then humans do. With people, you never know their motives, their intentions, but hunting is pretty black and white, at least that's how I try to see it."

Hannah pondered that. She glanced behind her through the rear windows seeing the glistening black shell of the impala moving swiftly behind them.

"I'd like to stop for some gas and some caffeine" Eileen announced as she kept her attention focused on the road. Jo shuffled and retrieved her phone as Eileen pulled over for a second to let the impala pass them.

"I'll text Dean, we'll meet up with them later," Jo replied. She knew Eileen couldn't hear her or respond, being deaf and driving, she couldn't be part of the conversation, but she could be assured that Jo would let the occupants of the impala know about their detour.

Moments later, they had gotten gas at the local way station and turned their attention to fueling their bodies. Hannah gazed around at the quaint country kitchen diner they had found their way to.

"Good morning ya'll," the hostess approached them with a grin on her face. "Welcome to the diner, go ahead an sit anywhere and Beth here will be with you shortly."

Hannah followed Jo and Eileen to a booth against a window and as the hostess provided them with coffee and menus, she gazed around as a feeling of unease settled in the pit of her stomach.

"What's wrong, Hannah?" Jo asked as she and Eileen sat across the table, both looking at her with concern.

"Something isn't right about this establishment," Hannah explained. But for the moment she couldn't pinpoint the source of her apprehension, so she focused on her menu. She wrinkled her nose in confusion and distaste. "I would rather not eat anything," she said. Eating was still a new concept to her and in general, she found it distasteful.

"Come on, it's all part of the experience," Jo insisted. "When you travel to new places, you have to try local cuisines."

"Yeah," Eileen replied. "Eating is part of the human experience, Hannah. Each culture has their own dishes and we all have things we like and don't like but you have to try it to know."

Hannah frowned and looked over the menu, attempting to take their suggestions under advisement. It was at that moment that the waitress, Beth, approached them and all thought of food and eating flew from Hannah's mind.

The young dark-haired woman approached their table with a sly grin as she glancing knowingly at Hannah. "What'll you have?" she asked before leaning in closer to add: "angel girl?"

Hannah tensed immediately and went to reach for the angel bladed stashed in her coat, but the woman held up a hand. "Not so fast, wings. I come in peace."

Jo and Eileen looked at Hannah for an explanation, both caught off guard by the fact that the waitress could see what Hannah truly was.

"She is a demon," Hannah told them and they both immediately tensed as well, but Beth didn't move, and casually put her waitresses booklet away and slid into the booth beside Hannah.

"Now, now, don't get your wings in a knot, I'm not here to pick a fight," she insisted. "And before we get to the sharp point part of our presentation, I'd just like to make my case."

"A demon doesn't just camp out in some wayward diner in Florida," Jo pointed out, folding her arms across her chest.

"Nor does she single out a table full of hunters either," Beth said. "Yet here we are. Look… I knew you were coming, I won't lie. Sensed you before you crossed the state line. And believe me, I can't wait to get to the kinky parts, but hear me out first. I have information. Information that your Winchester boys might find useful."

"How did you know we knew the Winchesters?" Eileen demanded. "Tell us so we can end you already." Beth only smiled sweetly, raising a brow.

"Oh I like it when you talk dirty," she taunted. "Makes my meat suit quiver. Look, like I didn't sense that impala with that smarmy dick in it drive by. And it's not that hard to figure out. News along the grapevine says you two have been all nice and cozy with Sam and Dean these days. And you…" she glanced at Hannah, looking her up and down as if trying to consider her choice of words. Something passed across her face, an emotion Hannah couldn't quite understand. "Nevermind," she said hotly, turning her attention back to Jo and Eileen. "Look, I just escaped from Abaddon's clutches. I'm on the run. A rogue, you could say. And I can't think of any place safer than with those lumbering piles of flannel."

"I don't see why we are indulging the needs of this abomination," Hannah said angrily. "I should smite her."

"Hold on Hannah," Eileen urged caution. She looked at Beth. "You said you have information about Abaddon. She's dead, it's old news."

"She may be dead but her followers are alive and well," Beth replied. "And still loyal. Far more loyal than any black-eyed fiend that Crowley has in his corner. So tell me, why would you spare his ass and not mine? What's one more demon? I can tell you this, the Winchesters would kill for the information I know and so would poor, sweet little Castiel."

Hannah bristled angrily. "DOn't speak of him," she warned, white-hot fury flaring up inside of her at the mention of Castiel's name on this demon's lips. "He would have nothing to do with the likes of you."

"Don't be so sure," Beth smirked, raising a brow seductively as she looked Hannah over. "Looks like he hasn't told you everything about himself, has he?" she smirked more as Hannah shuffled in her seat, hand immediately moving to her blade before Jo cut her off.

"Hannah, no," she said. She looked at Beth. "Look why should we trust you?"

"I'm not looking for trust, I'm just looking for protection," Beth replied. "But, if that's what it takes, if you refrain from sending me back to hell and you let me hitch a ride, I promise I'll make it worth your while. So do we have a deal?"

Jo glanced at Eileen who sighed reluctantly. "Fine," she said. "You can ride with us to meet up with the Winchesters, but if you so much as look at anyone wrong, Hannah will be right there to smite you, got it?"

"Sounds peachy," Beth replied as she pulled off her waitresses apron and shoved it on the table. The four of them finished eating and were soon on the road again. Hannah felt unsettled as she was forced to sit in the back seat of the Mustang with Beth. She felt a new emotion she couldn't quite pinpoint. It wormed it's way into her the second this demon mentioned Castiel. She wasn't sure what this emotion was, but it felt powerful, turbulent. As if a small fire had been lit in the core of her being and threatened to grow larger.

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Castiel gazed around at the huge mansion hidden in the palm trees. As the four of them got out of the impala, Dean let out a whistle. It was massive. A stunning contemporary villa with a large brick driveway, multi-level terraces, atrium-like walkways, panoramic windows everywhere, a stunning sparkling pool, and lighting everywhere which illuminated the building which was shrouded in darkness since it was well after midnight.

Inside was even more spectacular. Six luxury bedrooms, each equipt with a balcony, king-sized bed, marble bathrooms with jacuzzi tubs, and panoramic windows. The spiraling marble starcase weaved through the multi-levels. There was a massive kitchen and dining area, a game room which Dean immediately dubbed 'the Dean castle,' and many other amenities.

After the guys finished unpacking their bags from the impala and their walk-through of the place, they reconvened in the large front living area space, Castiel sat down on a small love seat couch and gazed out at the panoramic view of the Atlantic ocean. It was dark and the waters glistened with the light of a full moon. Twinkling lights of boats out on the water glimmered at them.

"How do hunters afford a place like this?" Sam pondered as they settled down to wait for the girls. "This is more luxury that I've ever seen."

"I think he inherited it," Dean replied as he sifted through a little pamplet he had been given about the place. "Check this place out. The beach is right outside the property, we have our own cooks, maids, and driver. Not that we need a driver when I can drive baby. Behind the property are acres and acres of Florida swampland. This little area is inhabited by other rich people, there are restaurants and bars in town and we are just a short drive from downtown Miami."

"You sound like a commercial, Dean," Sam pointed out as he checked his phone.

Castiel glanced at Crowley who seemed uncharacteristically quiet after their tour. "Does something about his place bother you?" he asked.

"Just taking in this opulent display of human greed, Giraffe," Crowley said simply.

"The girls are here," Sam announced, getting to his feet as they heard a car pull up and the front door open. Castiel got to his feet, eager to greet Hannah, but as they came into the room, Castiel stopped short, noting the fourth woman who joined them,

"We picked up a hitchhiker," Jo explained as the guys all zeroed in on the woman. "She's a demon, I know but she says she has important information. Her name is Beth."

"Her name is not Beth," Castiel murmured, not taking his eyes off of her. "It's Meg."