"So wait, she's a hunter and she's with us, and she can't go near demons? Why the hell not? Do you know how hard that's going to be?" Dean cried.
"If any demons see her then they will be aware that Lucifer's mate is here. If that is known, you will have hundreds of demons trying to get her so they can lock her up and keep her safe, ready for when Lucifer rises," Castiel informed them.
"Okay, so how are we supposed to try and stop the apocalypse and keep demons away from her, keep an eye on her?" Sam asked.
"I will let you figure that out."
"Wait, hang on, one more question. What are we supposed to tell her? The truth?" Dean asked Castiel.
"She is not to know the truth. I explain to her . . .some of the things to her, but she must not know the truth. I will need you to stay with me, my people skills are still-"
"You still suck at talking to people," Dean nodded. "But let's leave it until tomorrow so we can get to know her a little."
Castiel nodded and vanished.
When I came back in, it was just Dean and Sam inside the room.
"Where's the angel?" I asked.
"I have no idea, he zaps himself all over the place," Dean answered.
"So, wanna explain about this apocalypse business? You broke the first seal, have any others been broken?"
"Half of them. We have a demon on our side, working with us," Sam said.
"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Look, we're taking all the help we can get," Dean argued.
I shrugged and changed the subject. "So, what seals have already been broken? What seals are there, ever? I don't know anything about them."
"Well, there's the rising of the witnesses," Sam said.
"They're people who have seen or died at the hands of supernatural . . .beings, came of as ghosts. They were forced to rise and attack people so they were really pissed off, as you can imagine," Dean told me.
"Castiel told us that apparently 20 hunters were killed. Bobby was attacked by two young girls," Sam added.
"He didn't mention that," I frowned.
"It was full on out of the Shining," Dean said.
"Okay, the rise of witnesses, sure. What else?"
"The rising of Samhain," Sam said.
"Who's Samhain?"
"He's the demon of Halloween, raised by two witches. We managed to exorcise him and send his ass back to hell though."
"Some of the seals are just . . .nutty, don't make no sense. Like everyone in a fifteen-man fishing crew in Alaska, they all went blind," Dean said.
"A teacher in New York killed his students. All of 66 of them," Sam told me.
I couldn't believe what they were telling me; 66 students, a student for each seal.
"How long have we got left then?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other before Dean replied, "not long so let's go and get a drink, huh?"
Dean got up and grabbed his jacket, not giving me or Sam a chance to object.
The next morning, I knocked on the brothers door and waited for them to answer.
When Sam finally answered, I walked in and Castiel was sat at the table, looking like he was waiting for something.
Dean came out of the bathroom, drying his face on a towel and when he saw me he said, "finally, let's get this over and done with."
I looked round and Sam and Castiel both had expressions on their face that said they knew what Dean was on about.
"What . . ." I didn't know what to say, what to expect.
"If you're going to help us with the apocalypse then you need to do what we say," Dean stared at me.
"I don't have to be here, you know? Act like a parent and I'll walk out that door," I pointed behind me.
"Wow, good match," Sam mumbled under his breath.
"What?" I looked at him.
"Nothing."
"I am afraid you can't leave. Not now that you are here," Castiel said.
"Excuse me? Why the hell not?"
"You are obviously not as aware of your dark side as was thought. Something will happen to you if the last seal is broken so the demons are going to be hunting you, trying to capture you ready for when that happens," the angel explained.
"Wait, what will happen to me?" I cried out but was answered with only silence.
"You have more sympathy for Lucifer than you do my father and that sympathy can be used against you so you will only be able to help as these boys see fit."
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out and watched Castiel vanish.
"You feel sorry for Lucifer? Really?" Dean screwed his face up.
"I'll explain one day," I told him, looking at the floor. "So I have to do everything you say?"
"Yes, And first thing you have to do," Dean said and pulled down his top to reveal a tattoo.
"Too late," I smiled, smugly, and showed him the tattoo that I'd already gotten.
Dean started to answer but was interrupted by his phone ringing.
"Hello . . .yeah, she's here . . .listen I've got to talk to you about something so I'll ring you later . . .yeah, I guess we've got time . . .wait, what? You wanna run that by me again? . . .Okay, thanks," Dean said and closed his phone. "That was Bobby, he found something we might be interested in."
"Well?" Sam his hands.
"Apparently there's a series of books written about us, it involves you and Madison, the croatoan, skin walkers, you name it so we're going to go and find this guy and find out what the hell is going on," Dean told us what Bobby had said.
"Yeah, let's go," Sam agreed and headed out the door.

When Dean looked at me, I just shrugged my shoulder. "Hey, apparently I go where you go now. I'm never gonna do Bobby another favour again."
I let out an annoyed sigh and followed Sam.
Once we found where the author of the books lived, we headed there and forced our way in.
"Are you a hunter?" Dean quizzed.
"What? No, I'm a writer," this author called Chuck said, nervous.
"Then how do you know so much about demons? And Tulpas and changelings?" Dean advanced on him and Chuck fell backwards onto the sofa.
"Is this some kind of misery thing?" he asked.
"We're not fan," Dean repeated for the third or fourth time.
"I'm Sam and that's Dean," Sam pointed to himself and his brother.
"Sam and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real!"
Dean grabbed Chuck and dragged him outside to see all the weapons Dean kept in the trunk of his car and when they came back I looked up to see Chuck sweating and heading straight to his alcohol.
"Oh! I'm not hallucinating. You're not a hallucination."
"Nope," Dean shook his head
"Then who are you?" Chuck asked me.
"I'm a hunter sent to help Dean and Sam keep the jack in the box," I answered and Dean laughed at what I said.
"Oh. Ok. Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously I'm a god," Chuck said to himself.
"You're not a god," Sam rolled his eyes.
"How else do you explain it? I write things and they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. A cruel, cruel capacious god. The things I put you through- the physical beatings alone. Did you really have to live through the bugs?"
"Yeah," Sam answered.
"And the ghost ship?" Chuck asked.
"Yes, that too," Dean confirmed.
I was looking from one of them to the other and to the next, my neck hurting and starting to feel dizzy.
"And you carried on writing?" I asked Chuck.
"Yeah . . .this was all so much easier before you were real," Chuck put his head in a hand.
"We can take it, just spit it out," Dean ordered.
"You especially are not going to like this."
"I didn't like Hell."
"It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam," Chuck looked at both of the brothers, seeming to forget about me.
"Coming to kill him?" Dean repeated.
"When?" Sam asked.
Chuck started to look a little scared and before answering, took a deep breath.
"Tonight."