" Well, tell me what else it could've been," my older twin brother Sam said the day after.
" Look, all I know is that we weren't groped by an angel," Dean stated.
" It looked like an angel, Dean. Remember those big wings on his shadow?" I asked and recalled them, beautiful.
" You're just saying that because you were drooling over his 'pretty blue eyes' and his 'beautiful wings'" Dean said and rolled his eyes.
" I-I did not!" I protested and tried to stop myself from turning red.
" Oh yes, you did. You talk when you sleep, you know," Dean said and smirked.
I threw a paper ball at him and stuck out my tongue.
" You make me sound like a teenager with a celebrity crush," I muttered.
Dean grinned and looked like he had intended it from the beginning. Asshole.
" Okay, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" Sam said and tried to stop me from throwing another paper ball.
" Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie," Dean said, still in denial.
" A demon who's immune to salt rounds, devil's trap and of course, Ruby's knife. Yeah, that's definitely a demon," I replied and rolled my eyes.
" Dean, Lilith's scared of that thing!" Sam exclaimed.
" Don't you think that if angels were real, some hunter somewhere would have seen one, at some point..ever?" Dean asked.
" Yeah, we just did," I stated.
" I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me."
" We already have a theory," I replied.
" Yeah, one with little less fairy dust on it, please," Dean responded.
I let out a low whistle.
" Wow, you really are in denial. And I only thought that happened when someone broke up with you or something, but never this," I told.
" Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm gonna believe this thing is a freaking angel of the Lord just because it says so!" Dean almost yelled at us.
" You three chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do want to take a look at this?" Bobby said.
I sighed but went to the desk with Sam and Dean.
" I got stacks of lore, biblical, pre biblical. Some of it is in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."
" What else?" Dean asked.
I frowned.
" What else what?"
" What else could do it?"
" Airlift you asses out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing," Bobby said.
I turned to Dean and looked at him smugly.
" Told ya," I said.
" Dean, this is good news," Sam said encouragingly.
" Why?"
" Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you two were saved by one of the good guys, you know?" Sam said hopefully.
" Okay, say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a god?" Dean questioned.
I shrugged.
" At this point, Vegas money's on yeah," Bobby said.
" I don't know guys," Dean started and started to walk away.
" Dean, I know you're not the type who comes to pray at church every Sunday, but think about it. We have seen pagans all over the country from different religions. Then why wouldn't the Guy upstairs exist then?" I said.
" This is more about proof than faith now, Dean," Sam said.
" Proof? Proof that there's a god out there that actually gives a crap about me and Abigail, personally? No offense," Dean added and looked at me apologetically.
" None taken," I muttered.
" I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it," Dean exclaimed.
" Why not?" Sam asked.
" Because, why me? If there's a god out there, why would he give a crap about me?"
" Dean…"
I watched him talk about reasons why he didn't deserve to be saved by God and all that.
" I'm just a regular guy—" Dean said until I interrupted him.
" And I'm just a regular girl, Dean. You seem to forget that I also was in Hell. Don't you think I wonder why I was saved? I'm not a saint, none of us are. But if the Big Guy wanted us out of the Pit, he wants us to do something probably," I said.
They all stared at me for a long awkward minute.
" I'm going out," I said for some reason and went out to sit on the Impala.
But why did he save us? We're just humans, nothing special. He could have saved some other souls that had sold themselves to Lilith, why us? I really wished I knew… Maybe he knew…
Suddenly, I could hear the sound of wings behind me. I turned suspiciously but found Castiel stand beside the car.
" Castiel?" I said.
He looked at me without any trace of emotion before started to talk.
" You called for me," he said.
" No, I called for pizza," I said and noticed the confused look on his face.
" No, you called for answers," he said.
Angels really didn't understand sarcasm, I thought slightly amused.
" Why did you save us?"
Castiel looked at me like I was out of my mind.
" The Lord wanted us—"
" But why us?"
Castiel looked at me with a grim expression. I was 100% sure that it wasn't a good idea to piss off the angel, especially since I knew that he probably could cast me down in Hell again. Or Dean…
" I don't question the Lord's orders," he answered.
I first wanted to insult the Guy but then realized, it was quite pointless.
" Well, thanks for the answers," I muttered instead.
" You're welcome," he said and disappeared.
I sighed annoyed before I went inside again, only to get dragged into a case that involved vengeful spirits and a lot of dead hunters.
" Okay, is it just me or do I deserve to sleep now after all this?" I said exhausted after Bobby sent back the ghosts.
Dean smirked and threw a pillow to me.
" Thanks," I said cheerfully and fell down in the couch.
What felt like two-seconds, I could hear the sound of wings in the night. I opened my eyes and rose to see Castiel leaning against the counter while watching Dean and me. Dean seemed to notice him too and slowly went to him with me. Castiel looked at me apologetically like it was his fault that the Witnesses had attacked us.
" Excellent job with the Witnesses," Castiel said when we were a few feet from him.
" You were hip to this?" Dean asked.
" I was made aware," he said.
Of course he knows, he's a freaking angel, I thought.
" Well, thanks for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest," Dean growled with acid spiking his voice.
" But you didn't," Castiel said like Dean almost scored zero on a test in school.
" I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings? Halos? Michael Landon, not dicks that don't help people who almost get their head chopped off," I stated annoyed.
Castiel smirked slightly amused at me before he replied to my insult.
" Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier," he told.
" If you're a soldier, then why don't you fight?" Dean wondered.
Castiel looked at Dean annoyed before he looked at me like:
'Can't you control him?'
I shrugged slightly, what else could I do? Start a whole conversation why I couldn't help what my oldest brother spat out.
" I am not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns," he said.
" Look, I'm not saying that you are supposed to look after us 24/7, but people died here! Why can't your boss do something?" I asked.
" Does he even exist?" Dean added.
Castiel looked at me with a hint of guilt before he actually answered on his question.
" There's a God," he said.
" Well, I'm not convinced. What do you think, little sister? Cause if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freaking Apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards who are struck down here?"
" The Lord works—" Castiel started before I interrupted.
" If you say in a mysterious way, I'll kick your feathery ass. We already had this conversation, sort of," I said.
Dean looked at me questionably, but I simply waved it away.
" Later," I said to him while Castiel tilted his head slightly and raised his hands in defeat.
Ah Winchesters, I thought amused. We are sometimes a pain in the ass.
" So, Bobby was right? About the Witnesses?" Dean questioned while I started to move closer toward Castiel.
" It's some sign about the Apocalypse, right, Cas? I'll call you Cas now, since it takes quite long to say Castiel," I said.
" It took longer for you to say why you called him Cas then saying Castiel," Dean said and smirked.
" Oh shut up."
Cas was silent while Dean and I discussed his name until we were quiet again.
" That's why we're here. Big things afoot," he said.
" Do we want to know?" I asked.
" I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know. The Rising of the Witnesses is one of the 66 seals," Cas said.
Dean glanced at me before he replied to what Cas had said to us.
" Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Sea World", he joked.
" Those seals are being broken. By Lilith", Cas continued.
Just hearing the sound of her name made me want to stab or punch something. I hated that bitch, ever since we got to know that the Crossroad demon Dean had been bargaining with hadn't mentioned an extra soul as payment, me.
And becoming a chewing toy to some hellhound wasn't funny and I preferred to me whole and not in shreds.
" She did the spell, didn't she? She rose them, those souls", I growled and directed my anger at her.
Cas nodded.
" And not just here. Twenty other hunters are found dead", he said.
" Of course she did. She chose the ones that hunters couldn't save so they would go right after them. Such an irony", I muttered.
" Lilith has a certain sense of humor", Cas agreed.
" But we did put them back to rest. That's good, right?" I continued hopefully.
" It doesn't matter. The seal was still broken", Cas said and looked at me to say that it wasn't my fault.
" But why break them?" I asked and stared into his eyes.
A chill went up my spine, it was something with Cas, something that I hoped was positive.
Cas sighed slightly before he looked at both Dean and me.
" You think of the seals as locks on the door."
" Okay. Last one opens and?…" Dean asked.
Cas looked at us seriously before he pushed himself away from the counter and decreased the space between him and us.
" Lucifer walks free", he said.
As he said the name, something sparked in me, like a small spark of joy and sadness. But why those feelings? And why that spark at all?
" Lucifer? Like the Lucifer? The Morning Star and all that? Like 'How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!'? That Lucifer? And I have actually read the Bible", I added.
Cas looked at me slightly impressed before he answered my question.
" Yes, I am talking about the Morning Star", he said gravelly.
" But he's just a a story told at demon Sunday school. There's no such thing", Dean protested.
" Three days ago, you two thought there was no such thing as me", Cas reminded.
I leaned toward Dean slightly and tried to reach his ear. Stupid Dad's genes with my brothers being giants.
" He's got a point there", I agreed.
Dean ignored what I said and instead looked quite baffled.
" Why do you thing we're here, walking among you now for the first time in two thousand years?" Cas asked.
" To stop him. To stop Lucifer", I answered quietly and could feel another chill down my spine.
But this one wasn't because of some spark, this one was because of fear and anxiousness, which I could understand, unlike the spark.
Yellow Eyes had taken twenty-four years to kill, and he had kind of been the general only, if I could say 'only'.
But Lucifer, the Devil himself, it would take years to kill him, if that was even possible. So if I could choose, I would prefer Lucie to stay where he was.
" That's why we've arrived", Cas confirmed and nodded.
And why can't they have done something with that seal, if their seals are so important? I asked myself.
Unfortunately, Dean seemed to have decided to speak that question out loud. Cas had been slightly pissed at me for asking why the Guy upstairs had ordered us to be saved. Insulting Heaven directly would defiantly not make him happier.
" Well, bang up the job so far. Stellar work with the Witnesses. It's nice", he muttered.
Even if angels probably didn't show much emotion what I had learned, a flick of fury or just anger passed the angel's face.
" We tried. There are other battles, some we'll win, some we'll lose. This time we lost", he said with an almost emotionless voice.
Dean let out a small laugh, which I stomped his foot for, before I gave him a warningly look. That guy could cast him down in Hell again, I was sure of it.
Cas took another step closer so it was almost less than a foot with space.
" Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers and sister died on a field this week. You think the armies of Heaven should follow you around", he said with a voice that almost started to freak me out slightly.
" There's a bigger picture here. You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in", he said warningly.
I took slightly a step in front of Dean while looking at him with a threatening light in my eyes. If he would cast him down there again, he'd have to go through me first.
The angel looked at us one last time before he vanished and we woke up.
