Author/Angel of Rock 16: My friend help me edit this and the last chpater. i'm on my own after this. wish me luck.
Deanna woke up in a room with her hands tied behind the chair she sat in; a chair from the kitchen table. She was soaking wet and tasted salty courtesy of the salt that covered her body. Her fore arm hurt were the salt was burning her new found cuts.
Deanna looked up, without moving her head, to see Sam was packing away the first aid kit as Dean hobbled out of the door and got his pie. It hurt to walk but Dean sucked it up as Deanna tried not to show them that she had woken up. "Dean, we've done the whole demon, ghost, even shape-shifter drill and the girl seems to be human." Sam said, while Dean began to shovel pie into his mouth. "How'd she get in here then?" Dean mumbled through the food. "Maybe you let her in. Would be the first time you've done it with my knowledge." Sam mumble under his breathe. Dean ignored the comment he could barely hear.
Deanna looked around slowly to see that her pocket knife, knife and wallets were on the table next to Dean. "Why does she have everything I have in my pocket, but for a girl?" Dean asked Sam, picking up her wallet and lazily dropping it. "I don't know but we will find out." Sam pulled out some newspaper's clippings. "We also have another case to deal with here. Before the girl showed up, there had been some strange flickering lights at an old house. Sounds like a ghost, right? Check this out though, there is no house. I used Google Maps to see where it was and there has been no house there for more than 10 years. The neighbor has been quiet and boring." Sam explained their case to his brother, point to the newspaper clippings then a Google map image on his laptop.
"So no ghost or demons or… whatever and suddenly a hot girl is in our room talking to you. Sounds like the trap to a bad comedy." Dean managed to say through a mouthful of pie.
Deanna in the meantime was trying to untie herself but these guys were good at knots. She couldn't move as she wielded her last hope, praying quietly. "Cassie, please. Hurry, I need you more than ever." Deanna looked up. "Come on, I Dream of Jeanie your ass down here, feather brain." Deanna looked up again as a gust of wind rushed through the room and a handsome man in a black suit with a bright blue tie, as blue as his eyes, hanging crooked and light colour darker skin trench coat appeared suddenly. Deanna tried not to move when her hair blow in her face, violently. The man brushed back his short black hair with his hands trying to get his balance back. "Cass?" Dean and Sam jumped up, helping Castiel to another chair. "You ok, Cass?" Sam asked.
Castiel let out a puff of air. "My powers are off. This isn't my grace and I'm not really sure how to work with it." Castiel explained in his deep, rough voice. His bright blue eye looked over to Dean. "But I did get a prayer from you, Dean." Castiel saw confusion on Dean's face. "What? I didn't-" Castiel cut off Dean Mid-sentence. "Who is the woman?" Castiel observed Deanna with a small look of interested. She wasn't a monster because Castiel would have seen it. Castiel wasn't sure why Dean and Sam had a human girl tied to a chair. "Did I come at a bad time?" Castiel moved to stand up. "What?! No! No, no! God, no!" Sam said; knowing Cass was thinking like Dean. "Although we could use you help with her. Cass, could you maybe help us figure out who she is?" Sam asked as he pulled Castiel aside and explained the story.
Dean looked over to see Deanna who was finally showing that she was awake. "Finally awake are we sleeping beauty?" Dean smiled. Deanna smiled sleepy in return; still sore from the where the gun had hit her. "Great. How's the beast?" Deanna looked over at Sam and Castiel then back to Dean's green's eyes. "I'm fine thanks for asking." Dean was referring to his leg. "Same to you, check bones." Deanna rolled her head around in pain. "What are you?" Deanna's smiled dropped when she asked. Dean gave a pulled smile; "I was about to ask you the same thing." Deanna leaned as close as she could. "I'm Deanna Winchester. I'm guess you are one of the angels and the answer is still no. How about you untie me? Wouldn't want Michael to be angry for bruising this sweet ass." Dean's face dropped, his mouth open a little with surprise.
Dean then walked over to Castiel and Sam. "Get this; she said she's freaking Winchester. I mean how the hell is that possible? Let allow she think Michael wants her for a prom dress." Dean whispered inquiringly to Sam and Castiel. The boys went over one issue at a time. "Maybe Dad slipped another one past the goalie like he did with Kate Milligan and then we got us Adam." Sam suggested. Dean looked disgusted think about Dad sex. "Why haven't you brought him back?" Sam asked lookign at Dean and Cass. "The fact that it's impossible. It took several angels to get Dean out and me to get you barely out. It just as impossible to get Adam out as it did for you." Castiel explained looked at Deanna.
( sorry to all you Adam fans. One of my friends told me to bring Adam into it. this is how i explained to her how i couldn't) "One, Adam wanted to be a normal kid. I don't want him to be brought back just to live though the pain of being brought back. Adam was a Winchester. It's impossible to bust him out or we would have tried. They know we will kick their ass for trying anything on our little brother." Dean gave little smile making that thought getting though leaving Adam in hell. Dean faced Sam; "Two, Dad wouldn't do that, his journal only shows evidence of Adam." Dean informed them, getting a little edgy about the topic.
Castiel turned to Deanna with his head tilted to the side. Castiel moved over to Deanna as she finished mumbling something to herself. "Dean, Deanna isn't your sister." Castiel whispered quietly, shock and amazement on his face. "Hello, there." Deanna smiled at Castiel and he turned from Deanna to Dean. "Deanna Winchester is not even from this world." Castiel began to explain. "What do you mean?" Sam asked, his eye brow rose with Dean's. "Deanna Winchester is another world version of Dean." Castiel answered, with a small smile. "What?" Dean and Deanna practically shouted at the same time.
"No! That's not possible…right? I refused to have version of me with boobies. It's not possible to go between universe." Dean yelled to Castiel and Sam as Deanna turned her attention to Dean. "Aww, I look so cute when I'm confused." Deanna smiled, trying to hide how freaked out she was but not surprised. Dean glared at her. "And hot when I'm angry, nice." Deanna grinned. Sam interrupted her teasing, "We've been to a world where our lives were a TV show Dean, this is very real." Dean still didn't seem to accept the likening, "B-b-but… That was…" A glance from his brother and he relented, "Fine." "Excuse me what?" Deanna asked being left out. Everyone ignored her.
"This explains why I was hearing you pray Dean. You and Deanna have the same DNA but it's a little different. This is why I mistook her prays for yours. When Deanna was praying, it sound different and I got bits and pieces but it sounded like you were praying." Cass explained and smiled, pleased with his knowledge. "How did she get here then?" Dean asked as Sam untied her, Deanna holding her wrist; "Does an Angel called Zachariah ring any bells?"
