"So you want us to find a girl?" Sam asked.
"But you won't tell us why or where to find here."
"It is not my place to tell you." The angel answered.
"You'll have to do better than that, Cas."
"I'm sorry Dean, I cannot tell you all the details, but the girl is important. We can't find her, she shielded herself from us with sigils, you'll have to find her before the others do. I have to leave now."
"The others? Wait, Cas! Damn it." Castiel had disappeared.
Sam sighed. "Bobby's?"
"Seems so." Dean started the Chevy Impala and they drove away.
When Illyria opened her eyes, everything around her was white. She was lying in an iron bed with green sheets, there was a needle in her right hand, which was connected to a little bag filled with water. All her wounds were covered with bandages and her head was thumping with pain. She looked around, but there was nothing she could use for a weapon, than the door opened. A brown haired man, wearing a suit came in and took place on the chair next to the bed. He looked her over and his lips twisted into a satisfying smile.
"Hello dear." The man began with a soothing voice and a British accent.
"How are you feeling?"
To be honest, she felt like crap. Everything hurt, her mouth was dry and her lip started to bleed again and throbbed, but she kept silent and the man continued.
"Okay then.. Well, I am agent Higgs and I am here to keep you safe and.." She interrupted him. "Oh just drop the act Crowley, do you really think I am that stupid? Foolish demon."
That was when Crowley was shocked.
"Hh, Look at you, time with the human birds did you good, it gave you attitude." He winked at her.
Illyria tried to look angry, but she just ended up laughing and hurting herself even more.
"I like the accent, you could have picked a younger vessel though." She told him.
"The age exudes authority, love. Not that I don't like your contemporary appearance, love the curves."
"I did my best."
He looked her over. "Oh, yes you did."
Crowley smiled at her and stroked her cheek.
"Good to have you back." And he kissed her lips.
"Crowley, is it too cheesy if I say I missed you?"
"Yes dear, it is, but I'll let it slip because you jumped from a cliff." He answered.
"Well, I guess I'll hit the books than, maybe there's a tracking spell for angels in there." Bobby said. "Sam, you do the internet?"
"Yeah, sure." Sam replied. "I'll just search for missing persons, big white lights etc. Dean?... Dean!"
"What?!" Dean yelled while watching Dr. Sexy MD.
Sam wanted to say something, but decided to give up and sighed. "Just go and look in the papers for omens, please."
"Yeah yeah." Dean said while taking a sip of his beer.
A flutter of wings and Castiel was standing in the living room. He was covered in blood and black and blue bruises and his clothes were torn apart.
"Jesus Cas, what happened to you?" Dean asked while helping the angel lay down on the couch.
"Zachariah he..he.." The angel's sentence turned into a coughing fit, blood dripped from his mouth while he gasped for air.
"Easy, come on, just take it easy okay." Dean helped the angel up.
"Here." Sam walked in with a glass of water.
The angel was shaking and sweating and the healing hadn't started yet. Castiel got up from the couch and wanted to walk away.
"Dean, I.." He sank to his knees and fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Damn it! Sam, come and help me for a sec." The brothers pulled the angel up.
"Put him on the bed upstairs." Bobby said while he took the bags of salt and spread it in front of the door and the windows.
AN.
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