Dean drove to the hospital where the empty vessel of Raphael was located, Faythe following behind him. They both parked their cars and got out with Dean walking around to the side of the car where the two angels were standing. He stood close to Evangeline and stared down into her blue orbs to make sure she heard him.
"You need to be quiet," He whispered so Faythe couldn't here. "Just don't speak. Don't say anything," He said, and she only blinked her blue eyes in response. "If she figures out you're an angel..." He paused to glance at Faythe before back to Evangeline. "it's not gonna be pretty," He finished. "So just... be quiet."
She nodded her head. "Okay," Was all she could say before Faythe walked over to them.
"Well, we going or not?" She asked and Dean nodded before leading the way into the hospital and up to Donnie's room.
He ushered the three others inside, and Dean waited out in the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. Once a nurse passed by him, Dean waited until she was around the corner before he opened the door and slipped inside the room. He locked the door and pulled down the blinds around the window as Castiel poured the oil he had obtained earlier that day in a circle around Donnie's wheelchair. Faythe was leaning against the wall, a bored expression on her face while Evangeline's eyes darted around the room, trying to understand what they were doing. She opened her mouth to say something, but Dean caught her gaze and shook his head. She stopped herself from speaking and fidgeted in her spot uncomfortably.
"When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies," Castiel explained to Dean and Faythe.
"Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but one question. How the hell do we get him here?" Dean asked Castiel.
"There's a connection between a vessel and the angel that occupied it," Evangeline spoke up in answer to Dean's question.
"How do you know about that?" Faythe asked her, and Dean glanced at Evangeline before looking at Faythe.
"She studied angel lore and all that jazz," Dean replied quickly. Faythe gave him an odd look but said nothing as Castiel leaned down and chanted in Enochian quietly into Donnie's ear from behind before.
"I'm here, Raphael," He said once the chant was finished. "Come and get me, you little bastard," He said as he stepped out of the circle.
"Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel?" Dean asked Castiel as he grabbed a match.
"Be ready," Was his only response before sliding the match against the sandpaper and it caught ablaze before he dropped it onto the oil. The fire spread along the circle and lit up with flames around Donnie. He stepped back and there was silence for a moment before Faythe broke it.
"Well, this is boring," She stated.
"What? Did you think everything would be all guns blazing, and you'd get to kill an angel?" Dean questioned her with a roll of his eyes. "You said you'd follow orders, and we're not killing anyone tonight." Faythe stiffened almost imperceptibly before turning her head away, saying nothing. It was Castiel who broke the silence.
"I believe we have failed to summon Raphael," he said. Dean looked at the angel incredulously.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" he asked, stepping forward to extinguish the fire. He noticed Evangeline seemed to keep her distance from it, as any angel would, and hoped that Faythe didn't notice this.
"This is a waste of time," Faythe muttered. Dean glared at her.
"You're just annoyed you didn't get to kill anyone tonight," he said harshly, and she returned the glare.
"Not anyone. Any angel. I'm not a murderer Dean," she said, her stance defensive.
"So you see us as subhuman when we are, in fact, the opposite?" Castiel asked mildly, picking up the jar that contained the oil. Faythe shook her head, too angry to reply to the elder angel. She walked across the room, kicking the door open and stormed out of the hospital. Castiel turned to Dean.
"Is she always like this?" he asked, a frown playing on his face. Dean shrugged.
"I haven't known her long enough to judge but that woman has a serious grudge against you guys," he said, running a hand through his hair.
The gesture reminded him of Sam's long hair, and his little brother doing the exact same thing. His phone was in his pocket. He could quite easily call him and see how he was, or even where he was. But he didn't. The rest of the group made their way out of the hospital, leaving Donnie Finnemann confined to his wheelchair. Once down in the car park, Castiel pulled Dean to side, speaking in a low voice so Evangeline couldn't hear.
"Dean. I have a favour to ask of you." His words surprised Dean, it wasn't often he could do anything for the most powerful supernatural creatures in existence.
"You can ask, but it doesn't mean I'll accept," he said, cautious of what Castiel could want.
"This is a serious matter, Dean."
"When is it not?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "What is it?"
"Evangeline... she has misplaced her Grace," Castiel began, as if this should explain everything. Dean shrugged again.
"Yeah, and?"
"I don't think you quite understand the gravity of this, Dean. An angel without their Grace is not an angel at all. Evangeline is essentially human. She cannot travel with me; she would draw attention and hamper my efforts.
"I don't see where you're going..." Dean said, trailing off as he looked over at the blonde girl. "Aw, c'mon Cas!" he said, finally understanding what the angel was asking of him. "I spent the last three years babysitting Sammy; I don't need another job on top of this one."
"Dean, you know I would not ask anything of you if it wasn't important," Castiel said, completely unaware he was guilt tripping Dean slightly. Dean glanced over at Evangeline again, who was standing by the Impala, looking wonderingly at the sky.
"Fine. But if she gets hurt, it's not my problem", he said, knowing that he wouldn't let Evangeline get hurt in any case. She was an innocent, defenceless girl. However, that didn't grant her complete immunity from Dean's charm.
"Thank you Dean," said Castiel before he vanished. At the movement, Evangeline glanced up and began making her way over to Dean.
Evangeline watched the tall man talk to her brother before Castiel disappeared. Dean looked annoyed and ran a hand through his hair before letting out a breath of air. Evangeline pushed herself off of the black object the oldest Winchester called a car before making her way over to him, cautiously. She didn't know where Castiel had gone or why he had left. She also didn't know why he and Dean seemed so adamant on summoning Raphael. She had noticed that was Raphael's vessel, besides that, it had a distinct aura about it, one that was colored distinctly to match Raphael's. Dean had turned his back on Evangeline as he placed his hands on the top of his head, trying to figure out what to do.
"Where did Castiel go?" Evangeline asked to his back, and he turned around to face her.
"I have no clue. I don't know where he goes to half the time he zaps away," Dean replied before shaking his head. "Lucky for you, you're stuck with me," He said and Evangeline simply replied with blinking her large blue eyes at him.
"I do not understand... how is that lucky for me?" She questioned, her nose scrunching up in confusion and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Nevermind. Let's just get out of here," He said as he headed back to the Impala and got in the driver's side.
Evangeline, once again hesitated, before getting in as well. She folded her hands in her lap and tried to make herself as small as possible in the seat, a feat that Dean noticed wasn't too hard for the fallen angel. She sat in the middle of it, her hands in her lap, like she was afraid to touch anything. If he was going to convince Faythe this blonde was a normal human, he had a long way to go, and not enough time. Faythe was a good hunter, she'd figure something out eventually, especially if Evangeline kept this act up.
"Could you maybe act a little less obvious?" Dean asked as he drove down the road to the wooden cabin his stuff was currently occupying.
Evangeline, once again, blinked her blue eyes at him in confusion. "I do not understand."
"Faythe's a hunter, who hunts angels. One, such as yourself, who is currently incapable of defending yourself, is perfect for her radar," He explained. "You've got to stop acting so... confused all the time."
"But-"
"You're confused. I get it. This is all new to you, but sweetheart, you're gonna have to try," Dean said. Evangeline nodded her head.
"I will... do my best," She said, and Dean sighed. There were so many differences between her and how humans were.
For one, the way she talked. She talked like Castiel, very slow and spacing out the words, making sure they were understood and easy to hear, like she didn't want something to get lost in the translation of what she was saying. She didn't use contractions like most people would when she talked. Evangeline's voice was very soft and had an air of-Dean couldn't think of a right word-authority? no, self-righteous? no. It was like she had knowledge, and she wanted to share, wanted to help out all she could.
Another thing that seemed different about Evangeline from humans: she seemed innocent. Way too innocent. She seemed very naive, and that could get her in trouble. And Dean since he was supposed to be babysitting her. He rolled his eyes at the thought. Babysitting a fallen angel, who woulda thunk?He thought annoyed. He wasn't supposed to have anyone to look out for since Sam was off on his own. But now he had to watch an angel who had lost her Grace, and would probably attract demons.
Dean paused. Demons. They would be after Evangeline because she still had all that information from heaven, she still could hear angels talking in their native language, she could hear the whispers from angels. Demons would want that, just like they had wanted Anna. Dean shook his head, and pursed his lips in frustration. Great. Not only am I babysitting, I'm now acting like a freakin' bodyguard. He groaned in annoyance. He did notget paid enough to do all of this. But, Castiel had asked, and Castiel rarely asked for anything from him. So, when he did ask something from Dean, Dean felt obligated to do as he wished. He returned his gaze to Evangeline, inspecting her for anything that might give her away.
"Is that the only dress you have?" he asked. It was very... angelic. It seemed to be the only way to describe it.
"This is the dress I fell in," Evangeline replied, looking up at him with wide eyes. He sighed. He didn't know how to help her with this. Dean didn't know what to do, for once in his life. So he did the only thing he could think of. He reached into his waistband and pulled out his gun and held it out to Evangeline.
"Why are you giving me a gun?" she asked, her voice sharper than normal. It was a startDean thought, if she knew what weapons were.
"Listen, Blondie, if we're going to pass you off as a hunter, or even a normal human, you need to do exactly as I say. Take the gun," he said, extending his hand further.
"Why do you call me that?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side, as if she was he one surveying him.
"A hunter?" Dean asked, running everything he'd just said over in his head.
"No, Blondie. Is it normal for humans to give nicknames relating to their hair colour?" she asked, a slight smile crossing her face. Without waiting for Dean to reply, she continued. "In that case, I shall call you light brunette," she told him. "Or, you know, dark blonde depending on how the light hits it." Dean stared at her, trying to figure out if she was serious or not.
"That is exactlywhat I'm talking about," he muttered.
"What are you talking about, light brunette?" Evangeline asked as she got out of the car once Dean had turned it off, back in front of the cabin. "Or perhaps I should shorten your new name to the initials L.B."
"And then it could stand for little bitch?" Faythe offered as she walked up behind them. Both Dean and Evangeline jumped, hoping she hadn't heard most of which they'd been talking about.
"Decided to join us at last then?" Dean asked, folding his arms as he looked down at Faythe. She raised her palms out in the universal 'I come in peace- look no weapons' gesture.
"I suppose I have. Don't say you're not delighted by my company," she said, rolling her eyes before frowning as she took in her surroundings. "Where's angel boy?" she asked, her hand going to a small chain at her neck. Dean couldn't see what hung off it, her hand obscured it but she was spinning it over in her fingers.
"Oh, he probably had to duck out to Russia or someplace to get some holy vodka," Dean said, chuckling at the idea. Faythe raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.
"Uh huh. I'm surethat's what he did," Faythe said, laying on the sarcasm heavily. However, Evangeline didn't seem to understand.
"But why would Castiel need another holy substance? The oil is all one needs to trap an angel."
Faythe's hand fell away from her neck, drifting down to her pocket before extracting her car keys. To Faythe, there was something not quite right about the other girl. She spoke of Castiel in a formal, familiar way, like he was above her, which was insane. She's only just met the angel. Have a little faith in herFaythe told herself, smiling. Dean noticed.
"What's so funny?" he asked. He could clearly see what was around her neck. It seemed to be some sort of sword, similar to the blade she was carrying. There were some tiny letters inscribed on the side but Dean couldn't read them.
"Gotta have Faythe," she said. Dean groaned.
"That's even more terrible than Sam's last joke, and that one involved a white woman and a werewolf."
Faythe chuckled as she began to walk up to the stairs of the cabin. Dean motioned for Evangeline to follow him as he went after Faythe. She opened the door of the cabin, and went to step in, but Castiel appeared in front of her.
"Wait," He said, and as if on cue, the lights in the cabin began to flicker.
They looked to the center of the cabin where Donnie was standing, lightning was flowing out of his back in the shape of wings, falling down to the ground. Lightbulbs began to shatter, starting from where Donnie was standing and working the way around closer to the group of four. A lightbulb exploded directly behind where they were standing, and Dean raised his hands over his head to keep from being hit with the shards of glass. Another one exploded, louder this time, and both Faythe and Evangeline jumped, taken by surprise by the volume of it. The lightning disappeared, and all seemed to be calm as Donnie stepped forward.
"Castiel," He greeted, and they knew it wasn't Donnie anymore, but Raphael.
"Raphael," Castiel said.
"And I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room," Dean said as they stepped forward towards the archangel.
"And the Eastern seaboard," Raphael added and Dean pursed his lips together as lightning flashed outside, the beginning of a storm. "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now," He said, glaring at Dean.
"Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt," He said before smirking and adding, "By the way, hi, I'm Dean."
"I know who you are. And now, thanks to him, I know where you are," Raphael said, a wicked grin on his face as Castiel narrowed his eyes.
"You won't kill him," Castiel said. "You wouldn't dare."
"But I will take him to Michael."
"Well then. Sounds terrifying. It does," Dean said as he crossed the room to grab a beer, trying to play it off like this didn't bother him. "But, uh, hate to tell you, I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?" Raphael questioned, and Dean froze, his mind immediately reliving those moments. He swallowed hard before turning his back on Raphael and glancing at Castiel, trying not to show he was scared.
"Yeah, that was, that was hilarious," Dean said at an attempt at sarcasm.
"Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination," Raphael told the hunter.
"Yeah?" Dean asked, turning back to face the archangel. "I bet you didn't imagine one thing," He added as his hand reached into his pocket.
"What?" Raphael asked.
"We knew you were coming, you stupid son of a bitch," Dean said as his hand pulled out of his pocket to produce his lighter. He flicked it open, and a flame popped up. He dropped it on the ground and a circle of flames surrounded Raphael, just like it had done with his empty vessel back at the hospital.
"When did you have time to come up with this plan?" Faythe snapped, annoyed that she hadn't been filled in on everything that had been talked about.
"When you weren't around, clearly," Dean replied as he glanced at Raphael who was glaring at him. "Don't look at me, it was his idea," He said motioning to Castiel who turned and gave Dean a 'really?' look, and Dean shrugged.
"Where is he?" Castiel asked.
"God? Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead," Raphael told the angel.
"What would you know?" Faythe snapped, annoyed of having to listen to him.
"Faythe. You know, your name gets around up there. No one is fond of you killing Heaven's servants," Raphael told the girl. "You're a threat to us and our kind. Castiel, I'm surprised you would align yourself with her, but then I guess it's the reason why Evangeline is here as well. You rebelled." He turned to face the blonde. "I was sad to see you go. You were always so loyal, I'm sorry you chose the wrong path. Heaven will miss you."
Faythe felt herself freeze as she realised the implications of Raphael's statement. She turned to the smaller woman, her eyes narrowing.
"Why would Heaven miss you?" She asked, her voice icy cold. Dean glanced at Castiel. It wasn't that he couldn't handle Faythe. It was that someone on such a driven mission as her was incredibly dangerous. Evangeline drew herself up to her full height, ignoring the looks the males were given her.
"Because I am an Angel of the Lord." As soon as she confirmed what Faythe suspected, her hand flew to her blade. It arced through the air, aiming for the throat of Evangeline. She pulled back startled, but not before Faythe was able to be restrained by Dean. She turned to him, eyes blazing with absolute fury.
"I trusted you," she said, yanking away from him and standing in a fighting stance. "I trusted you and YOU LIED TO ME!" She barely realised she was yelling, ignoring her surroundings.
Raphael surveyed the situation, looking mildly pleased with the chaos he'd created. Castiel had moved to get Evangeline out of the way. Faythe's hand that was empty went to the gun and she levelled it with Dean's head. Dean looked shocked for just a moment before narrowing his own eyes.
"Our job is to protect the innocent, Faythe. Evangeline is innocent and I was protecting her by lying to you."
Faythe rolled her eyes, pulling back the hammer. She had no intention of killing Dean. Wounding him, she wouldn't mind so much. However, before she could go any further, Castiel stepped in between them. Faythe's hand wavered. She'd promised Dean never to hurt or attempt to kill the angel, and Faythe never went back on her word.
"Put the gun down, Faythe," Castiel said calmly in his low gravelly voice. Faythe slowly lowered the gun before moving away from Dean and the ring of fire.
"Castiel. If you leave me here, I will find you," Raphael said, his voice commanding the attention of the room, as he sensed they were leaving.
"That may be the case," Castiel said before pausing and turning to lock eyes with Raphael. "But tonight you're my little bitch" he finished, turning and exiting the room. Dean flashed Raphael a cocky smirk.
"What he said," he added, before helping Evangeline as well.
Once they were all outside, Dean turned to Castiel to say something. However Castiel seemed to be doing something else. Dean frowned but the angel was leaning down to the dark haired girl, his lips moving as he spoke to her. And Faythe seemed to be listening. Dean was taken by surprise for a moment by the scene, but chose to ignore it, and just go with it. So, while Castiel calmed Faythe down, Dean turned to Evangeline wanting to make sure she was all right. And from what he could tell, she seemed to be okay. A little shaken up, but calm.
"Did I say something wrong to her?" Evangeline asked as she glanced up at Dean, her big blue eyes full of confusion.
"No... besides being... you...?" Dean paused, not knowing how to explain the situation to her. How did you explain that by being who you were, you had pissed off someone. "We told you she didn't like angels."
"Why?"
"We also told you one killed her brother," Dean said. "We'll just have to be careful from now on," Dean told her. "But don't worry. She doesn't travel with me. So we're good."
"I do not need you looking out for me, Dean Winchester," Evangeline said, her tone almost icy and more harsh than she had spoken before. Dean was taken aback for a moment. He was used to people being ungrateful for his help, but for some reason he hadn't expected her to be like that. He had expected her to simply say 'thank you'.
"You're a fallen angel who's basically human now. You have all your knowledge of heaven with no real way of defending yourself," Dean said deciding to tell her like it was and break through her independent shell she had. She blinked her eyes for a few moments, and Dean watched as her steely gaze softened.
"I did not mean to offend you," Evangeline told the hunter softly.
It was true, she hadn't meant to offend him. It was just hard to accept being human when you had been immortal for so long. Humanity seemed so... dull. It was hard to grasp all the different meanings of everything that humans said and did. Dean had purely meant to help, and she had taken it as him thinking she couldn't handle herself. But she knew he had a point. She had no way to defend herself against demons who would want her knowledge. It was just hard to ask for help when you had taken care of yourself for centuries. Dean seemed to understand what her thoughts were, and he offered her a small smile.
"I've got a lot to teach you, and only a little bit of time," He said as he glanced over at Castiel and saw that Faythe seemed to have calmed down greatly.
"Faythe," Castiel was saying when he first lead her outside into the rain. "Killing us because of what we are is like us killing you because you're humans."
"And that's exactly what Lucifer tried to do," Faythe said bitterly, staring at the ground. "And that's why we're in this mess." Castiel sighed, managing to commit many emotions to a single noise.
"I do not hold the actions of my brother's to account. And neither should you." Some tiny corner in the back of Faythe's mind knew he was right. But she didn't want to find out what would happen if she took this onboard. She noticed Dean walking out with Evangeline. "And besides," Castiel continued, the faintest smile crossing his lips. "Evangeline was only born an angel. She fell so now she's essentially human."
Faythe rolled her eyes. "Aren't you a fallen angel too?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. She'd never actually spoken to the angel other than to insult him.
"No," Castiel replied gravely. "I am on a mission for our Lord."
Faythe held up a finger at this, stopping him from continuing to speak. "Nope. Not ourLord. Your Lord." She studied him, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're just like the religious fanatics who try to press their religion on you," she said, standing. She could no longer see Dean and Evangeline. "Except you have powers. Which is worse." Castiel didn't reply, the rain just trickling down his face. "In the meantime though, if you're just going to leave Raphael burning in the circle of Holy Oil, can't I go in and question him? it was the only reason I had to stand your company."
"Be my guest," Castiel said and Faythe pushed past him, walking back into the abandoned house.
However, the circle of flames surrounding the dark-skinned angel had gone out and Raphael was gone. She turned back to castiel who had followed her in, shocked. The rain had plastered her clothing tightly against her body and Castiel observed her body in a manner he'd often watched Dean doing to women. At this, Faythe frowned and took a step forward.
"Are you... are you checking me out?!" her voice raising incredulously as she asked him. "because if you are, I believe there are much more concerning things than... doing that! For instance, why is your angel buddy here gone?" she asked, turning angrily backed to the extinguished flames.
"Maybe so," Castiel replied gravely. Before he could continue, a yell made them both turn.
"Cas!" Dean was calling. "Cas!"
Castiel walked out of the cabin to see Dean glancing around. "What is it?" He asked the hunter who whirled around in the direction of his voice.
"Where the hell have you been?" Dean asked the angel as he and Faythe walked closer before stopping in front of them.
"I was going to question your little angel friend in there," Faythe replied motioning to the cabin they had just vacated. "Except the rain had put out the fire, and he was gone."
"I'm so sorry for you," Dean replied, sarcasm in his voice. Faythe looked about ready to retort, but Dean held up his hand. "Don't even. I don't wanna hear it. All right? Let's just get out of here. I am exhausted." Faythe nodded as she got into her own car.
"We'll be in touch, Dean. You keep the company of angels, and that's exactly what I need. See ya around," She said before driving off. Dean rolled his eyes as he turned to Castiel and Evangeline.
"Let's get out of here," He said as he got into the Impala. Castiel climbed into the passenger seat and Evangeline got into the back seat. As they drove away, Dean noticed Castiel was being more quiet than he normally was. He glanced over at his friend. "You okay?" When Castiel said nothing, Dean spoke. "Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but I do know a little something about missing fathers."
"What do you mean?" Castiel asked him.
"I mean, every time I was looking for my dad even when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive," He explained quietly. "Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?"
Castiel paused for a minute to think through his thoughts. "I believe he's out there."
"Good. Go find him," Dean said.
"What about you?" Castiel asked Dean.
"What about me? I don't know. Honestly, I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but I am, I'm really good," Dean replied.
"Even without your brother?" Castiel asked him. Dean paused for a moment, thinking through that question before nodding his head.
"Especially without my brother," He replied. "I mean, I spent so much time worrying about the son of a bitch. I mean, I've had more fun with you in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years, and you're not that much fun. It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family, but now that I'm alone, hell, I'm happy." He finished talking and then glanced over at the passenger's seat where Castiel had been sitting. It was empty. He sighed as he glanced back out at the road.
Evangeline stayed quiet in the backseat, watching the exchange between the two. She noticed Castiel seemed relaxed around Dean, he trusted the hunter. He wasn't careful and he didn't have a guard up like most angels did when around humans, he was completely vulnerable and open. Dean seemed to be the same way. From what Evangeline had seen of him in the last few hours, he seemed closed off to most, but he wasn't that way with Castiel. The fact that Castiel trusted Dean made Evangeline relax a little more. If Castiel trusted him, then so could she. He pulled off the long straight road he called a motorway and into a diner.
He climbed out of the Impala and walked away from it before realising that Evangeline wa sstill sitting in it. He walked back over to it, groaning. It was exactly as he thought it would be. Damn Cas for offloading her onto him.
"Are you coming or what?" he asked her irritably after opening the door. She looked up at him.
"Well, you didn't tell me to so I didn't."
"You needed an order?"
"Yes," she replied simply. Dean paused for a moment, thinking of her background. All her life, Evangeline would have been constantly receiving orders and never being able to act on her own until she fell, so it would be hard to break the habit.
"Follow me," said Dean, closing the door after she climbed out. They walked across the car park and Dean's cell started ringing. Evangeline jumped a little at the sound before looking at Dean. He curiously put an object to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Dean, it's Castiel. I have some information on the Colt."Evangeline could faintly hear what her brother was saying. At Castiel's words, Dean stopped and froze in the middle of the parking lot.
"The Colt?" Dean repeated. "As in theColt?" asked Dean, stressing the 'the.'
"We are."
"But that doesn't make any sense! Why would the demons keep a gun around that uh.. kills demons?" At the mention of killing, Evangeline frowned slightly. She'd had to kill before but only when following orders or to protect people. She looked back up at Dean, listening for Castiel's reply.
"What?" he was saying. "I didn't get that!"Evangeline could hear some sort of blurry noise in the background and she giggled a little. Dean was also grinning. He replied to her brother and they conversed for another couple of minutes. Evangeline looked around, taking in her surroundings.
"Where are you now?"
"Kansas City," Dean told him, lying. They were at least a three hour drive from there.
"I'll be there immediately," Castiel told Dean. His eyebrows shot up, something that humans did when they were surprised.
'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. There's some stuff I've gotta do first."
"Such as?"Castiel asked. evangeline heard impatience in his voice.
"Eat for example," said Dean. "In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours every once in a whole, okay?"
"Yes."
"Okay so just stop by tomorrow morning." After Dean said that, he flipped his phone shut. Evangeline looked up at him, a little reproachfully.
"Why did you lie to him? We're not in this 'Kansas City' place," she said, making air quotes on the two words. Dean was surprised at the human gesture but she could have picked it up from previous visits to earth.
"Because I want a double bacon cheeseburger and it's a little unsettling with an angel sitting on your shoulder the entire time you eat, let alone two," Dean said, chuckling a little at his own joke before walking the remaining distance to the diner entrance. Evangeline followed him.
"Double bacon cheeseburger?" She questioned, her nose scrunching up in confusion. "That sounds very unhealthy," She added as she sat down in the booth across from Dean.
He scoffed. "You sound like Sam," He said shaking his head. "You hungry? Angels do get hungry, right? Well... I guess that doesn't really apply to you anymore..." He paused. "Are you hungry?" He asked again. She shrugged as she glanced around the diner, her hands in her lap.
"I don't know..." She said as her stomach grumbled causing Dean to laugh.
"You're hungry." Dean handed her a menu, and she opened it but glanced down at the words, not knowing what to eat. He sighed as he took it back from her as the waitress came up to take their order.
"Hi, what can I get you?" She asked, a notepad in her hand and a pen in the other.
"I'll have a beer and a double bacon cheeseburger with fries, and she'll have..." He paused, trying to think of what to order for her. "A cheeseburger, fries and iced tea." The waitress nodded as she wrote it down then walked away.
"You and Sam... why'd you split up?" Evangeline asked, curiosity in her blue eyes.
"We... didn't see eye to eye on some things," He replied and took a swig of his bottle of beer that the waitress brought. She also set a cup of tea in front of Evangeline before walking away. The fallen angel cocked her head to the side, examining the light brown liquid in the cup. It had little cubes of frozen water and a slice of something yellow sitting on the edge of the cup.
"But he's your brother...?"
"It's a drink, it's not gonna kill you," Dean told her, noticing her gaze. "And yeah, he's my brother, but it's just better this way," He said as he watched the blonde across from him slowly take a cautious sip of the tea from the straw. Dean paused, the bottle of beer midair. "You like it?" He asked before taking another swig. Evangeline nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Wait til you try alcohol."
"Alcohol?" Evangeline said, and Dean nodded. "I think I'll pass."
"You say this now."
"When I say something, I mean it," she told him seriously. Dean's retort froze on the tip of his tongue.
"I don't doubt it," he said quietly and just as gravely. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but before he could, the waitress arrived with their food.
"One double bacon cheeseburger with fries, one cheeseburger with fries," she recited, placing them down on the table. She held the tray under her arm.
"Can I get you anything else?" she asked, smiling at Dean. He smirked up at her.
"I'll get back to you on that," said Dean with a wink. The waitress turned and walked away and Dean immediately picked up his bruger. Evangeline didn't touch hers for a few moments.
"You're gonna have to eat that soon if we want to get to Kansas City before nightfall," he said, nudging the plate towards her.
She very daintily picked it up and took a small bite. Every thing on earth was new to her. Dean didn't know how the angels went about their day to day lives in heaven, but he'd learnt from Cas that they didn't have to sleep, eat or drink. When Evangeline had visited Earth previously, she had still be an angel and so hadn't experienced any of these things. According to Castiel, she'd only been fallen for about three days before she found them. A person could survive on none of life's necessities for that long, especially if one wasn't used to doing it. She took a small bite of the burger, just eating her way through it steadily, whereas Dean had demolished his in seconds. She sat back in the booth, her shoulders reclining slightly.
This is good, Dean thought. If she relaxes, she'll be more human.She absently picked at her fries, her eyes not connecting with anything Dean could see. It gave Dean the impression she wasn't really here.
After she had successfully picked at her fries for about ten minutes, but hadn't eaten much, Dean gave up trying to get her to eat them and called the waitress over for the check. After pulling a twenty out-enough to cover for the two meals and a tip-Dean grabbed his jacket from out of the booth beside him and stood up. The blonde glanced up at him, her blue eyes staring up at him, and Dean sighed. They were definitely going to have to find her something else to wear because she drew attention to her.
He motioned with his head for her to stand up as he slipped his jacket on. She hesitantly stood then followed Dean outside into the Impala. The second he started his car, his cell phone rang. He sighed before pulling out the device and holding it to his ear.
"Yeah?" He said as he pulled out of the parking lot of the diner.
"Dean. Just who I was hoping to reach."
Dean mentally rolled his eyes. "You called my phone, who else did you expect to get, Faythe?" He asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
"I don't know. Your pretty little angel friend could have answered for you." She paused for moment, trying to choose her next words carefully. "Speaking of which, I was wondering if I could join you on your next case."
"I don't have a case yet, Faythe." Dean's voice was a little annoyed. It's not that he hated Faythe, because the girl could actually be useful on jobs and cases. But he knew why she was calling, and it wasn't to be helpful.
"You could always get one."
"Cut the crap, Faythe. I'm not letting you work with me on a case. I've got an angel with me, and you're not coming around," Dean snapped.
"But Dean... that angel is exactly why I want to help you." The tone Faythe used was sickly sweet, and Dean found himself rolling his eyes.
"Faythe. I'm not letting you around her. You kill angels, she just so happens to be a fallen one. And you're not gonna kill her," Dean said.
"Don't get your panties in a twist. I just want to question her. See if she knows anything."
"She doesn't know anything," Dean said.
"Where are you headed?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you. Look, you know I wanna help you out with finding your brother's killer, okay? I told you I would. But you can't just kill and torture every angel you see. Not every single one of them is responsible. I get wanting to avenge your family, all right? I did the same thing for my mom and my dad, but you can't go on a blind rage to do it either."
"You don't know the first thing about me or my family, Dean." Now her voice was harsh, clipped. Dean had touched a nerve, and she was mad.
"I'll let you know if I find anything," He said before hanging up.
He didn't want to deal with her when she was mad. She couldn't see rationally. He wanted to help her, and he would. But he wasn't going to do it her way. He wasn't going to capture different angels to gain information that they may or may not have. He sighed as he turned his attention onto the road again, wondering what to do about the girl beside him. They needed to get her a change of clothes soon because she was drawing more unwanted attention than needed.
Faythe angrily threw her phone into the empty passenger seat beside her before turning her narrowed green eyes onto the road in front of her. She rested her elbow on the side of the door, biting on her fingernail, the other hand resting on the steering wheel of her Black Toyota Hilux. Why couldn't he just let her talk to the girl? It's not like she was trying to kill her. Faythe rolled her eyes in annoyance as she glanced down at her discarded cell phone in the empty seat. Maybe she should call him back and try a different approach.
The thought left her head as quickly as it had come. IfDean picked up her call, he wouldn't listen to anything she had to say. An annoyed groan left her lips as she was left with virtually no options that would be helpful. She certainly couldn't drive around the entire country looking for him because that would take way too long, and she probably never find him. She could call Sam and ask if he knew where Dean was. Of course, he would be skeptical and ask questions as to why she would need to know the location of his big brother. And there was a possibility Dean had already warned Sam not to tell her.
"Damnit!" She swore as she hit the steeling with her hand. She had no way to find Dean and his angel friend, and that girl might have answers that could help. Then she had another idea. What if she called his other angel buddy, Castiel. She'd seen the number Dean had keyed in at times she'd had to call him. She just had to hope he was still on earth. If he was, he could tell her where the green-eyed hunter was going to next. She pressed the buttons and held the phone to her ear.
"Dean? I do not recognize the number you are calling me off." The angel's gravelly voice startled Faythe. She hadn't been expecting an answer and she realised she didn't have anything to say.
"That's because it's not Dean," she said, her voice instantly coming out defensive. There was a pause.
"How did you attain this number Faythe?" he asked, not sounding impressed. Then again, he never sounded impressed.
"It doesn't matter," she said impatiently. "What does matter is where Dean is. Or the angel bitch, more specifically. I know you can't track him." After a moment's consideration, Faythe realised she probably shouldn't have called Evangeline a bitch.
"Evangeline is not a female dog," came Castiel's reply. "And why should I help you? For all I know, you're going to kill her, or use her to kill another of my brother's."
"Or maybe a sister this time. Doesn't do to just focus on one species," Faythe replied. She knew that to get information off Castiel, she had to be polite and logical, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to manage to. She was gonna end up with the same result as Dean had. She took a deep breath. "Look Angel Boy- Castiel" she began, correcting herself. "I think Dean's in danger" she lied. "I need to get to him. Just tell me where he is?" There was another silence on the end of the phone and Faythe almost thought the angel had hung up on her.
"He is travelling to Kansas City. That is all the help I will give you." Faythe glanced at the clock on the dashboard of her car. Kansas City was a good four hours from here. She needed to drive fast if she was going to catch Dean before he moved on.
"Thanks Castiel," she said, barely realising she used his name again. She pressed the end button and dropped the phone into the passenger seat, quickly turning the wheel of her ute and hitting the road.
