Through It All For You

by Izzy DeAngelo

Two women, from our world, drive right into the middle of the apocalypse. Where they find Dean and Sam. Rhee armed with the knowledge of Sam and Dean's future, went hunting with them. Jess was reluctant at first, but soon joined them. R&R. Rated for foul mouths, sex, and abuse.

2. Free to be You and Rhee

Chapter 2

Free to be you and Rhee

By: Izzy

"Hey, Dean," Rhee said as she approached Dean.

"Hey," he said. "Come to say goodbye?"

"No," she said. "I want to come with you." He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "I want to use my knowledge to help."

"Knowledge is one thing, hunting is another," he said.

"Knowledge of the supernatural, plus knowledge of fighting and weaponry," she said. "I think is a good bases for any hunter."

"What do you know about being a hunter?" he asked, sounding angry.

"I've watched you."

"Watched me? Well that's not creepy at all."

"In my dimension Supernatural is a show." Dean groaned loudly as he rubbed his face.

"Look reading those books is a good way to get yourself killed."

"You didn't listen. I'm from another dimension, in which you are a fictional character."

"No you didn't listen!"

"Damn it, Dean! I know there's a difference! But I know the future! Your future! And if you don't listen to me you may never see it!" He was taken back by the forcefulness of her voice.

"You know my future?" Rhee sighed.

"Yes. And I can prove it. You just saw a case involving a vamp in the paper." He looked at her in awe, because she was right.

"Lucky guess."

"Well how can I prove to you that I know your future as well as your past?"

"If you know my past than tell me something that not many people know." She thought for a moment, and even thought about telling him what he told future him but settled on more common knowledge.

"Your first kiss." He give her a confused look. "It was to Robin, who plays the guitar, while you were at a boys home. Sam was dropped off at Bobby's at the time. And the whole reason you were at the boys home is because you got caught stealing bread and peanut butter for Sam to eat. I also know you struggled with going back because you were going to go to the prom with the girl. But you saw Sam playing with his army men in the car and decided to go back, because you value family over everything." By the time she was finished talking he was sitting there with his mouth hanging open. "Guessing you believe me now." He cleared his throat.

"Yeah." He stood up. "Let's go gank us a vamp."

"Okie dokie."

"I like you, you say 'okie dokie.'" He laughed as they went to the Impala. When she got close she stopped and looked like she was about to scream. He turned back to see her hesitation. "Something wrong?"

"Oh my GOD! It's Baby!" She ran around the Impala jumping around like a school girl that just got talked to by her crush. "It is Baby! Oh my god! You're such a sexy sexy beast!" He laughed at her, no one had reacted that way to his car.

"Wanna see under the hood?" She looked at him like he just asked her if she wanted to be a millionaire.
"Can I?"

"Sure." He popped the hood for her and she whipped around to the front of the Impala. She looked like she had died and gone to heaven.

"Ohh, soo sexy!"

"Must love cars."

"American muscle." She looked at him with a cheesy grin. "I love American muscle. Yanko Camaro is my favorite. But Baby has a special place in my heart."

"If you love American muscle then why were you driving that KIA?"

"It was my sister's and it was the better of the two cars were had at the time."

"Oh."

"She bought it with her husband."

"Husband?"

"He died." She looked sad as he closed the hood. "Both our families we had built died in that fire."

"I'm sorry."

"Ah, it was years ago." She shrugged and moved to get in. "Well this vamp ain't gonna kill itself."

"True." He got in with her, and drove off.

+SPN+Rhee&Dean+SPN+

"So you like American muscle, and 70 to 80s music?" Dean asked as they drove down the road.

"Yep," Rhee said popping her 'p.'

"And Sci-fi?"

"Yep."

"Star Trek?"

"Beam me up, Scotty!"

"Star Wars?"

"May the Force be with you."

"Doctor Who?"

"Fantastic! Allons-y!"

"How do you feel about chick flicks?" She made a gag noise.

"Chick flicks are unrealistic views made by people that pray on the emotional needs of hollow women."

"Wow. I think you hate them more than me."

"There are some I like, but those are the comedies." She laughed. "Like the Ugly Truth. I think even you would enjoy that one."

"I don't know."

"Well it's about a girl that is a massive control freak, and her cat stepped on the remote to her TV while she was in the bath. She returns to find it on this talk show that she would never even consider watching, called the Ugly Truth. Which is this man that just tells it like it is, no social filter at all!" She giggled at the memory. "She is applauded by him. And even calls his show to tell him how wrong he is, well he insults her and hangs up. Her boss hires him the next day to revive their news cast." Dean laughed. "Chaos ensues and it's just a really funny movie."

"Sounds like it."

"And the part with the vibrator was comedy gold!"

"Vibrator? Now I have to see this movie."

"I hope they have it in this universe."

"Well we're here." They pulled into Bobby's salvage yard.

"What are we doing at Bobby's?"

"You're untrained."

"So I have to prove that I can hunt?"

"No, you're staying with Bobby."

"Like hell I am!"

"You two really are sisters. It's for your own good."

"Dean Winchester! I am not some petite little girl that you can stuff into a box and keep safe! I have my own mind and I will not be pushed around!"

"Well you can't hunt!"

"Say's who?!"

"Me!" He parked in front of Bobby's house.

"Let me prove myself to you."

"You got knocked out that is all the prove I need."

"Fight me."

"What?"

"Fight me, and if you beat me I'll go in quietly, doing anything you say. But if I win, than I go with you." She stepped out of the car.

"Seems fair enough." He stepped out as well. They face each other, he was in a fighting stance, while she just stood there calm as a cucumber. He charged at her, she dodged him, and grabbed his wrist flipping him easily. He looked up at her in confusion. She jumped back as he got up, while she waited for his next move. He tried to punch her but she grabbed his arm and flipped him again. He got up quicker this time and caught her with a right uppercut that hit her square in the jaw. She stumbled back a bit, but quickly regained the calm look she started with. He tired to strike at her again but met the same fate, thrown to the ground again.

"Had enough for are you enjoying laying on the ground?"

"I would do as she says, Dean," Bobby's voice came from the porch. She turned to see Bobby sitting, in his wheelchair, on the porch drinking a cup of coffee. "Though I have to say, boy. It was damn funny, watching this little girl flip you 'round like a rag doll."

"You think she should hunt?" Dean asked as he got up again.

"I think this girl will do fine," Bobby said. "Now get out of here, ya idjits." He rolled back inside.

"Nice to meet you, Bobby," she said to his retreating form.

"Come on, get back in," Dean said as she waved. She smiled at him then got back into the Impala. He got in to and drove back off. "He must like you, because normally he only calls me and Sam 'idjits.'"

"I think it's only 'cause I can whoop your ass." She giggled. He grumbled something about lucky shots.

+SPN+Rhee&Dean+SPN+

"Alright," Dean said waking Rhee from her slumber. "We're checked in." They had just finished killing the vamp and were both ready for some much needed sleep.

"I hope it's two beds," she said.

"Nah, thought we could sleep together," he teased.

"Not on your life," she said as she got out of the car and drug her stuff with her. She followed into to the motel room and dropped her stuff on to the far bed. She pulled out a shirt, a pair of men's basketball shorts plus a razor and toothbrush with paste. "If ya don't mind I'm going to shower first."

"Have at." She jumped with excitement, as he shook his head at her enthusiasm. He had noticed that the only thing that upset this woman was her nightmares and the mentioning of children. But after she told him, about losing her family he understood, she was hiding how she really felt. He turned back to finish ghost and demon proofing the room. He heard the rustle of wings and just knew Castiel was behind him.

Meanwhile inside the bathroom, Rhee had just got done watching herself off. She sighed as she placed the clothes over her clean body. The basketball shorts felt like silk against her freshly shaven legs, and she had always loved the feel of the shirt she had picked out. She felt so good now that she was clean. She always teased her sister about not showering but truth of the matter was she loved showers. She put paste on the brush and brushed her teeth. "Rhee," Dean said.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Almost done?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "You can open the door I'm just brushing my teeth." He opened the door and fanned the steam from his face.

"What the hell?" he asked.

"What? I take hot showers." She shrugged. "I don't think you came in here to critic my showering habits. So, what's going on?"

"We have company, and he needs help."

"So case, do you wanna shower first?"

"Yeah, if you left any hot water."

"There's some." She shrugged as he went back into the other room. She finished up and saw Castiel, who looked at her confused.

"Who is this?" Castiel asked. "And where is Sam?"

"I'm Rhiannon Riwitis," she said as she approached him with her hand out for a hand shake. "But friends call me Rhee." He looked at her hand puzzled. She smiled, grabbed his hand putting it into hers and shook his hand.

"I'm Castiel, an angel of the lord," he said.

"I know," she said. He looked down at her shirt and tilted his head in confusion. "What?" Dean cleared his throat and pointed to his own shirt as he walked into the bathroom. She looked down at her shirt and laughed. "S'pose I need need to explain the shirt."

"Why does it say 'waiting for an angel in a trench coat?'" Castiel asked. "As fair as I know I'm the only angel in a trench coat."

"Yes," she said. "In my universe, you are a fictional character. My favorite character from the show Supernatural."

"Why am I your favorite?" Castiel asked "If Sam and Dean is a characters too then why do you like me?"

"Because Castiel," she said. "I can identify with you on a small level." He looked like that explanation confused him more. "I have never felt welcome among normal people. While most of my so called friends were out having sex, I was in my room writing about a better life. Then when I was 20 I rebelled against my parents. I left home with a man that pretended to love me."

"Did your parents forgive you?" Castiel asked, sounding interested.

"Yes," she said. "My sister was the one that took the longest to forgive me." She smiled sadly. "Things are going to get worse before they get better Castiel." She looked up at Castiel trying to show him that she was being honest. "It will get better though. Try to have faith."

"I believe in my father," Castiel said.

"I don't think she meant in god," Dean said, as he came out of the bathroom all showered and changed into new clothes.

"You're right, Dean," she said. "Have faith in your friends, and yourself. Never let anyone take that faith from you." She smiled sweetly at him. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to get my things." She bowed her head in respect to him, and went to her stuff. She packed her things with haste.

"Your name," Castiel said.

"What about it?" she asked as she continued.

"You're named after a princess that was spirited away by angels," Castiel said. She giggled.

"And it means 'Divine Ruler' or 'Divine Queen,'" she said.

"Divine," he repeated softly.

"You mean you were named after some princess that angels kidnapped?" Dean asked.

"Not kidnapped, saved," she said. "Legend goes that she was wrongfully imprisoned by a human king, punishment for not bedding him. She was a willful woman that God admired, so he commanded his angels to save her."

"Do you know the name of the angel that saved her?" Dean asked.

"Legend doesn't say," she said. Castiel turned away and blushed, because he knew who had saved her. He was the one that saved the princess, and they looked so similar that it was unnerving. Princess Rhiannon was the first woman that Castiel ever liked in a romantic way, but she was off limits, because she was human and his charge. "Though Mum actually named me after the song, Rhiannon."

"What song?" Castiel asked.

"'Rhiannon' by Fleetwood Mac," she said.

"Know the words?" Dean asked.

"Of course," she said, as she pulled her bag onto her back. "I'll sing it on the way." All three of them piled into the Impala.

"So?" Dean asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"'So?' What?" she asked.

"Gonna sing?" he asked.

"Fine," she said. She started to sing her favorite version of the song. Fleetwood Mac's 'Rhiannon' from the Dance.

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman, taken by the sky.
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Would you even try?

And he says; 'Rhiannon, don't go.'

And he says; 'Rhiannon, stay.'

And he says; 'I still cry out for you don't leave me, don't leave me.'

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman, taken by the sky.
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Would you even try?
She is like a cat in the dark
and then she is the darkness
she rules her life like a fine skylark
and when the sky is starless.

Once in a million years a lady like her raises

'Oh no, Rhiannon.' Cried but then she's gone.

And your life knows no answer.

Your life knows no answer.

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

She rings like a bell through the night and wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Would you even try?
I said 'Would you even try?'

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

Dreams unwind
Love's a state of mind
Your dreams unwind
Love's a state of mind

Your dreams unwind

And still it's hard to find, I know

Your dreams unwind

And it's still a state of mind, I know

Your dreams unwind

And still it's hard to find, I know

Your dreams unwind

And it's still a state of mind, I know

Take me like the wind, child

Take me where the sky, take me now

Take me like the wind, baby

Take me where the sky,

All the same

All the same

All the same

Rhiannon

All the same

All the same

All the same

And he still cries out for her;

'Don't leave me Rhiannon!'

"Beautiful," Castiel said in awe of her.

"1997," she said. "The Dance concert, and album. It's my favorite version." She laid down in the back seat. "If you'll excuse me, I need a few hours." Shortly there after they heard light snoring coming from the back seat. Castiel watched her as she slept.

"She is hot isn't she?" Dean teased.

"What does her temperature have to do with anything?" Castiel asked turning to look at Dean, confused.

"I mean she looks good," Dean clarified. "She's attractive."

"She is pretty," Castiel admitted. "But if you suggesting that she and I have relations, that could never happen." He sounded sad as he said it.

"Why not?" Dean said. "You full on rebelled against heaven, I think you're entitled to a relationship."

"She will die one day," Castiel said. "While I live on."

"So you would deny both of you what you want," Dean said. "Just to protect yourself."

"What about you?" Castiel asked.

"What about me?" Dean asked.

"Why don't you have relations with her?" Castiel asked.

"She isn't my type of girl," Dean said honestly. "Her sister on the other hand, now that is a woman I would love to have in my bed." The sound of whimpering caught Dean's ears. "Do you hear that?" Castiel turned back to see that Rhee was shaking and crying in her sleep. He teleported into the back seat.

"Wake up, Rhiannon," Castiel said. "Wake up!" She still wasn't waking up, so he did the only thing he could think of, he entered her dream.

Upon entering her dreams he could hear two voices screaming in pain. He turned to see Rhee with Jess holding her back.

"Matt!" Rhee screamed. "No! Jenn! Noooo! Why? Katelyn! Angel! Mum! Dad!"

"Let them go, Sis," Jess said, as tears rolled down her face.

"God, save them!" Rhee shouted.

"It was their time," Jess tried to reason with the shaking and screaming Rhee.

"But they were just babies," Rhee said as she turned in her sister's arms and hugged her sister. "Just babies."

"Rhiannon," Castiel said. Suddenly the scene changed to a park with a rocket slide. Rhee turned to see him.

"Castiel," she whispered.

"You family was taken from you," he said sadly.

"Yes," she whispered as she looked away from him. He pulled her chin lightly making her look at him in the eyes.

"They are in heaven," he said. "Protected by the angels."

"I know," she said sadly. "But I miss them. Matt and Jenn were my life." He gave her a soft look, because he understood loss, being an angel he had dealt with it before.

"If you ever need to talk I am here for you," he said.

"Thank you, Castiel," she said, as she hugged him tightly.

"Why are you squeezing me?" he asked.

"I'm hugging you, Castiel," she said. She released him and smiled at him. "I squeeze a bit more than most people, because I was taught to hug with all the emotion I feel." She rubbed her head nervously. "I s'pose it's time I wake up so Dean can stop worrying." He nodded. Rhee disappeared.

"Castiel," said a voice that sounded close to Rhee's but it was more regal. He turned around to see Princess Rhiannon, just as he remembered her. Just like Rhee, long brown hair, sapphire eyes, and thin body that hid the strength she possessed. The biggest difference was that Rhee wore modern clothes, while the princess wore a light blue Celtic dress. "Hello, my dearest Castiel. Fear not, Rhee will not know of this conversation."

"Princess," he said breathlessly. "But how?"

"Rhee, is me," she said. "She is herself but she is also me." He looked farther confused. "When Auriel and I escaped we fled to a different universe. Rhee and Jess's universe. Which reincarnation was possible. So I reincarnated into Rhee."

"So you and Rhee are one?" he asked sounding hopeful.

"Yes."

"But why?"

"I can feel a change in you, my dearest Castiel. I think this Dean from Rhee's memories has been good for you."

"You like the new me?"

"Yes. I hope that Rhee and you can be what you and I never could." She faded away and Castiel found himself back in the car with Dean looking concerned.

"What happened?" Dean asked. Rhee woke up at the same time Dean spoke.

"Nightmare," Rhee said. "Castiel helped me through it."

"Call me Cas, please," Castiel said.

"Only if you call me Rhee," she said with a smile.

"Very well, Rhee," Castiel said.

"Ready for me to let you sleep, Dean?" she asked, after noticing the Impala was parked.

"Fine," Dean said begrudgingly. "But one scratch and you'll be the one to buff it out." He got out of the driver's seat and she got out of the back with Castiel. Castiel got into the passenger's seat again, while Dean moved to the back and Rhee took the driver's seat.

+SPN+Dean&Rhee&Castiel+SPN+

Hours later Dean was out in the back seat, and Castiel was shifting nervously. Rhee noticed but said nothing for the first couple hours. "Alright," she said when she finally had enough of his nervousness. "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, ah, nothing," Castiel said shifting worse.

"Then stop shifting like that!" she said forcefully but kept her voice low so she didn't wake Dean. Castiel stopped moving. She sighed and continued driving. Shortly there after he started to shift again. "Castiel! What is wrong? Don't tell me nothing this time."

"Something Dean said," he said low.

"What'd he say?" she asked.

"That we should have a relationship," he said quietly, so quietly that she barely heard him.

"Well I like to think that we are friends," she said. "And is a form of relationship."

"I don't think that is what Dean meant."

"I know what he meant. I'm just not ready for something that concrete yet." She sighed. "And don't think for a minute that means it won't ever happen, I just need more time."

"Because of your family?"

"Yeah. You know I've been married twice."

"Twice?"

"Yeah, the first guy was a cheating dick head."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Ah, it's history. But Matt will take a bit more to get over. Even though he made me promise to find love again."

"He sounds like he was an honorable man."

"He was." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I guess I haven't been keeping my end of the promise." She giggled lightly. "He'd probably give me hell for the way I've been acting. All mopey and depressed."

"You don't seem depressed to me. The fact you can talk about him is a sign of healing."

"You know, you're the first person I have been able to talk to about him, other than my sister."

"Dean mentioned you have a sister."

"Her name is Jess. She is a little spit fire." He looked at her confused. "I mean that she is quick to anger and once she is angry she's a raging inferno."

"I know angels like that."

"Every race has 'em." She fell silent as she thought about actions of late. Matt would be disappointed in her to know that she was smoking and drinking heavily again. But what would Castiel think of her smoking, drinking and her past. She swallowed hard, only one way to find out. "Cas, what do you think of me?"

"I just met you but as Dean said you're attractive, and I like talking to you."

"What if I told you that I have done things I'm not proud of?"

"I rebelled against heaven."

"There is a difference between making a stand against injustice and what I did."

"What have you done that is so bad?"

"My first husband, he had me help him make money."

"I don't understand."

"I sold my body because my first husband wanted me too!" It came out a bit harsher than she had intended, and louder. Little did she know Dean had been awake for most of the conversation. "I'm sorry." Tears slipped quietly down her face.

"Have you sought forgiveness?" Castiel asked.

"Yes," she said in a tiny broken voice. "But I don't think anyone should forgive me for it."

"You were forced," Castiel said.

"But I liked it," she said, sounding more broken by the second. "I liked the attention the other men gave me, because my first husband wasn't giving me any."

"Then it's not your fault," Dean interjected. "He wasn't man enough for you, so you looked for a man that would. Selling yourself wasn't a choice."

"I believe Dean has a point," Castiel said.

"Alright enough 'chick flick' moments," she said as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I wanna change and I see a bar ahead."

"I could use a drink," Dean said. She pulled the Impala into the bar and they got out, she got her bag. "I just noticed the symbols on your bag." He took her bag from her and flipped it around looking at every inch. "Devil traps, Angel banishing, wait what's this one?"

"Angel warding," she said, as she saw which symbol he as pointing at.

"Even Anasazi symbols," Dean said. "Your bag is warded again all manner of monster."

"Not the propose," she said. "It's just a bag to me."

"That bag is like Fort Knox here," Dean said as he handed it back. "Will you put this in there?" He handed her his Dad's journal, when she saw what he was handing her, her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah," Dean said. "That bag can keep it save, and you choose to follow me."

"Thanks," she said as she took the book. "This means a lot to me."

"Your welcome," Dean said as he shrugged. "I guess." She opened the side of the bag and gently put the book inside. She ran into the bar, not waiting for the boys to follow her. She asked the bartender where the bathroom was and dashed off in the direction that he pointed to. She smirked when she found her dress. She pulled her wallet out and looked at the amount of money inside, which was about a hundred bucks. That's when she made up her mind, she would sing for their supper. She giggled as she put the dress and a bra on.

The dress was her favorite, Jess had bought it shortly after they left Indiana. It was cotton, but the finest grade of cotton. The cut complemented her body without being slutty. It was a simple black sleeveless dress, that hung to every curve. She added a little bit of make up, just enough to complement her face and not ruin the simplicity of the dress. Then she looked at her straight hair and frowned. It was brown, long, straight and in her opinion, boring. So she took some hair clips, and some hair ties, putting it up into a neat bun. She finished her look with some wedges, only about half an inch tall. She shoved everything back inside and exited the woman's restroom. She could instantly tell she had her look right because men were wolf calling and staring with lust filled eyes. She walked straight to Castiel and Dean.

"Hey, guys," she said with a smile.

"Rhee?" Dean asked. "I know you were attractive, but this is- Wow!"

"Thank you, Dean," she said with a warm smile. She looked over at Castiel, who looked much like a deer in headlights. "You all right, Cas?" Castiel just continued to stare at her. Dean laughed.

"Relax Cas," Dean said.

"Anyway," she said. "I'm going to go sing, which is why I'm dressed like this."

"Sing?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," she said. "They have a stage, and I sing rather well, so I thought that I could earn us some money."

"Alright," Dean said. She handed him her back and walked over to the bartender.

"I want to sing on your stage," she told the bartender.

"I can't pay you anything," he said.

"That's fine as long as I can have 75% of the tips I get," she said.

"Seems fair," he said as she extended her hand for him to shake. After shaking his hand she walked over to the stage and tested the sound system, and found an old guitar back stage. She smiled as she pulled it from back stage and stood in the middle of the stage.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Rhee and I'm going to sing to you, and if you like my singing please give all tips to the man over there in the leather jacket." She pointed to Dean. "This is my acoustic cover of The Who's Behind Blue Eyes."

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad one
To be the sad one
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad one
To be the sad one
Behind blue eyes

When she finished, grown men were in tears, and Dean held a ton of cash. She smiled at the crowd that clapped and cheered her name. "Thank you," she said. She looked over at the bartender who also had tears in his eyes. She walked to Dean.

"Damn girl," Dean said. "That was the best cover I've ever heard of that song."

"Thanks, Dean," she said. She turned to Castiel. "Did you like it?"

"I think any song you sing I would like," Castiel said.

"Awe, that's sweet," she said. "Thanks." She turned back to Dean. "So how much did I make?"

"1,203 dollars, and 2 cents," Dean said.

"Whoa," she said.

"I know," Dean said.

"Well, I promised the bartender 25% so," she said then stopped to think. "We owe him 300 dollars and 75 cents."

"Did you just do that in your head?" Dean asked, impressed.

"No, I have an invisible calculator," she snapped at him. Castiel gave her a confused look. "Of course I did it in my head! Give me the money we owe him." He handed her the exact amount, and she took it from him and paid the bartender. She then disappeared into the bathroom again. Shortly there after sporting jeans, a tee shirt with a jacket on, and a pair of combat boots. Make up still on and hair free flowing again. "Thanks again guys." Dean and Castiel got up and stood by the door.

"Ready?" Dean asked when she got close to them. "Or are you going to give your adoring fans an encore?" She elbowed him as she passed him headed out the door.

"I am unsure," Castiel said. "But I think she is ready to leave."

"I got that," Dean said sounding winded. Castiel gave him an odd look. "She hit the breadbasket."

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After hours back on the road, Rhee had lost track of how many, they finally arrive in Waterville, Maine. On the way into town they stopped at a gas station so Dean could change into his FBI attire. And it was also decided that she would sit this one out until she had a proper suit of her own, so they dropped her off at an abandoned house. She sat in the front room by herself listening to random music, mostly by Supertramp, while letting her mind wander. She had always thought Supertramp was good thinking music.

She thought what Matt would think of her current situation. She laughed to herself, thinking he would call her a silly woman for even thinking about endangering herself like she was. He cared about her well being more than anyone. Then thoughts shifted to what her parents would think. Which they would probably support her and even join her, with guns blazing. And then she wondered what they and Jenn would think of Castiel. She laughed to herself again, because as she thought on it Jenn would have hugged him. Matt would be jealous. While her mother would tell him she was honored to meet him, and her father would get on his soap box about how angels are suppose to act.

Her thoughts shifted fully to Castiel, and the little things she noticed about him. Like his fierce desire to protect what he holds dear. His mercy. His voice. His body... She shook her head and tried to clear the thought from her mind, but much to her dismay she couldn't and the thought was making her desire him. She sighed, and jumped when her music cut out and her phone, which is how she'd been listening to music, rang. She looked at the ID and saw it was Jess. "Sis!" Rhee said as she answered the phone. "Thank god!"

"Why what's wrong?" Jess asked hurriedly. "Did Dean hurt you? Because I swear hot or not I will end him!"

"No, Shorty," Rhee said with a light laugh. "He dropped me off so he and Cas could go investigate something. Pretending to be a fed is more convincing without someone waiting for them in the car."

"Cas? Wait, isn't that the angel in a trench coat?

"Yeah."

"Wait, a minute! You're alone?! Did you tell Dean how dangerous it is to leave you alone?!"

"No, but I'm fine. Just been sitting here thinking."

"Thinking?! Where are you? I'm coming for you."

"I'll be fine."

"Sis!"

"Really, I'm fine."

"What were you thinking about?"

"What the family would think of me, hunting. Then what they'd think of Cas."

"Why?"

"Because I think he has a thing for me."

"How bad of a thing? Angel from Buffy? Or Jacob Black?"

"Angel, has a thing but fears it growing into something more, because he is an immortal being and I'm just an unimportant human."

"You listen here! Any man or angel would be lucky to be yours!"

"But that isn't the worst part, Sis."

"You have a thing for him too."

"You know me too well."

"Sis, all I can tell you is go with the flow."

"How did you get so wise?" Rhee snickered.

"Shut it."

"I love you, Sis."

"Love you too. Now go woo the socks of that angel in a trench coat." Rhee blushed at her sister's comment.

"Wait, why'd you call?"

"To check on you. See ya, Sis."

"Thanks, Shorty." Rhee hung up the phone. She took a deep cleansing breath, as Dean came barreling through the door. "You think you could've made anymore noise? I don't think the West coast heard you!"

"Ha, ha," he said flatly. "Very funny. Here." He walked to her and handed her a take out bag. "It's nothing special but it should do."

"Thanks," she said as she accepted the bag and opened it to find a medium fry and a cheeseburger. She carefully pulled back the foil that contained the cheeseburger he had gotten her, she saw that it had shredded lettuce, ranch, mayo, bacon, and pickles on it. "How'd you know?"

"I called Sam and asked Jess what you liked," he said. She nodded then took a bite and moaned.

"That good?" he teased. She simply nodded and continued eating the burger. "Dad's journal still in your bag?" She nodded again with mouth full of burger, and gestured to her bag for him to 'have at.' He got the journal out of her bag, and started reading it. Right as she stuffed the last bite of her burger into her mouth Castiel reappeared, scaring her causing her to jump and choke on the food in her mouth. A roar of laughter erupted from Dean.

"Are you alright?" Castiel asked with great concern for his newest...ally. Ally was the right word...right? Dean laughed harder and Castiel gave Dean a confused look. As she tried to swallow the food without killing herself. She motioned for Dean to hand her his beer, he calmed down and handed her the beer. She took a swig and made a 'yuck' face that made Dean start laughing again.

"Oh, god!" she said in disgust. "Beer is vile!" She handed his beer back to him, as he took it he gave her a disgusted look.

"Beer isn't that bad once you get used to it," Dean said.

"I have no intention on 'getting used' to it," she said. "I will however buy myself some Rum and Coke."

"Ah, Rum and Coke girl," Dean said. All the while Castiel stood in the same spot he had arrived in. She looked over and smiled at Castiel.

"I'm fine, Cas," she said. "You just surprised me, while I had a mouth full of food."

"I'm glad that you are fine," Castiel said. Did he just say he was glad? He sighed at himself.

"Anyway," Dean said as Castiel moved closer to Rhee. "Where've you been?"

"Jerusalem," Castiel responded.

"How was it?" Dean asked.

"Arid," Castiel said as he sat an old jug onto the table.

"Holy oil," she said. "Sweet."

"How did you-" Castiel began but remembered that she was from a world that was farther ahead than they were, and that it was a show. He frowned at the thought. Is that all she thought of them? As characters in a show?

"Holy oil?" Dean asked.

"It's rare," Rhee explained. "Very rare, and special." Dean gave her at confused look. "Think of it as salt to demons." Castiel felt insulted but stayed silent. "Put holy oil in a circle and light it on fire and angel trap. However getting the angel in the circle is the hard part."

"So we trap him," Dean said. "Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?"

"No, harder," Castiel said, as he sat down, at the table across from Rhee.

"It's more like trying to catch lightening on top of the Chrysler building in the middle of a downpour," she said. Castiel's eyebrow rose.

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" Dean asked, ignoring Rhee.

"You do," Castiel replied.

"What about Rhee?" Dean asked.

"I'm fine," she said. "Get to see 'em again so I'll be fine."

"Well, last night on Earth," Dean said. "You two have plans?"

"I just thought I'd sit here quietly," Castiel said.

"Come on, anything?" Dean asked. "Booze, women?" Castiel looked away from Dean with an uncomfortable look on Castiel's face. "You have been with women before. Right? Or an angel, at least?" Castiel rubbed the back of his neck and didn't respond. "You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud-seeding?"

"I've never had occasion, okay?" Castiel said.

"Don't tell me you're a virgin," Dean said as he looked at Rhee.

"Oh, yeah," she said sarcastically. "I'm the virgin Mary." Dean gave her a confused look and Castiel looked like he was going to say something so she followed up with. "I told you I was once a mother."

"That's right," Dean said as he remembered that she had told him. "Well you should fix his problem." He nodded to Castiel.

"No offense Castiel, but no," she said. Castiel didn't know why but he felt both relieved and disappointed. "I only make love to people I'm dating or married too."

"Wait," Dean said. "'People?' Do you mean to tell me that your in to chick too?"

"Yeah," she said shrugging like it was no big deal. "I like both sexes but I prefer men." Dean looked pleasantly surprised.

"I'd 've never guessed," Dean said. Rhee looked lost in thought for a moment then stood up, walked over to Castiel. She smiled at him sweetly, which he returned her smile but his was nervous.

"Though I'm not willing to sleep with you because I respect my body," she started. "I will at the very least give you a better first kiss." She leaned down and placed her lips gently to his. At first he didn't respond, but when she slipped her tongue across his bottom lip, it was like a switch flipped in his head. He laced his fingers into her long brown hair pulling her closer to him, she gasped as he took control of the kiss. Their tongues dances and she moaned at the feeling. The only reason she pulled back was because she required air.

"Wow," Dean said. "I think I need a cold shower now." He walked out of the room. She giggled at the fact he was walking oddly.

"What's wrong with Dean?" Castiel asked.

"I think our kiss turned him on," she said, but Castiel still looked confused. "We humans are still somewhat primal, and seeing two people kiss like we did sometimes can make another needy, or jealous."

"So our kiss made him 'needy' and you found this amusing?" he asked.

"Yes," she said with a smile. "I need to sleep. Come sleep with me."

"I do not require sleep."

"Well I do, and I don't wanna sleep alone tonight. Please humor me and lay beside me." He nodded and she took him to a mattress that was left behind in the house, where she laid down with him. He on instinct wrapped his arms around her, and that is how she fell asleep.

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"Rhee," Castiel said softly. "It is time to awaken." She shifted softly and grabbed him, yanking him back into the bed with her. She held him like a life line. She hadn't had such a pleasant night's sleep since the fire and with him at her side she had that, so she was reluctant to give that up. "Rhiannon, we have to capture Raphael."

"No, Raph can burn in hell," she mumbled, gripping him tighter. "Not gonna get up."

"Rhiannon," he said her name tenderly. He understood why she wanted to stay but he needed her at his side for this. Why he felt that he needed her, she couldn't understand but the fact remained he needed her there. "Please."

"Alright," she said. She couldn't deny him. He was acting different but she was relishing in the differences. "Let me get dressed." He nodded, slipped out of her hands, and then out the door. She stretched, her back popped and pulled her phone from her pocket. She loaded the music app, pulling up Dr. Feelgood. She needed more pep to her step. She stood, swaying to the music as she changed clothes. If she was going to temp the fates, she was going dress the part. She pulled her hair up into a high pony tail, put on a black tee that said; 'Lead me not to temptation... Oh, hell who am I kidding. Follow me, I know a shortcut,' with a pair of blue jeans, topped off with a black pair of Converse and a blue denim jacket. She turned the music off, slipped the phone back into her pocket, and exited the room, only to run straight into Castiel.

"Ow," she said as she feel back to the ground. He turned to look at her, seemly unaffected by her running straight into him.

"Are you alright?" he asked, a great deal of concern in his voice and on his face.

"Peachy," she said as he offered her a hand. She grasped his hand and felt a shock that ran through her entire body settling just south of her stomach. She blushed and let him help her up. "Thanks." She hurried to see where Dean was, leaving Castiel in the hall with a confused look on his face.

"Hey," she said as she found Dean chugging a beer in the front room.

"Hey, Cas said you were hard to wake up," he said.

"Well I haven't had a nightmare free night in a long time," she said. "It was so nice that I wanted to stay in bed."

"I understand that," he said.

"We should hurry," Castiel said, with his business face back on. She sighed. She mentally hit herself, because she was slightly upset that he lost the emotion that he had last night and this morning, but it was her fault that he had. They piled into the Impala, drove to Saint John's hospital.

"I'll stay here," she said.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"I know the plan," she said. "And Castiel has you for back up." She flashed him a warm smile before he shrugged.

"Suit yourself," Dean said.

"If you need me pray," Castiel said. "I will answer."

"No prob, bob," she said with a grin on her face.

"My name is not Bob," Castiel said with a frown.

"It's an expression," Dean said. "She knows your name."

"Oh," Castiel said.

"You boys be careful," she said.

"You too," Dean said, before they got out of the car. She pulled her phone out the moment that the men were in the hospital. Dialed her sister's number, and waited.

"Hello?" Jess answered sounding like she had just woke up.

"Oh, my God, Sis!" Rhee exclaimed. "I think I fucked up, big time!"

"Whoa, whoa," Jess said, now sounding fully awake because of Rhee's outburst. "Slow down, and start at the beginning."

"I kissed Casl," Rhee said.

"Was it good?" Jess asked.

"It was amazing," Rhee said dreamily, but shook her head trying to get her back on topic. "But that's not the point! I kissed him, then asked him to sleep with me."

"Woo, look at you Sis," Jess teased.

"Damn it, Sis!" Rhee exclaimed. "I didn't have sex with him! Even though Dean said we should."

"Wait," Jess said. "Dean told you to have sex with a man you have the hots for and you said 'no?' I see so much wrong with that picture." Then she started to cough; "Idiot."

"Sis," Rhee said. "You know my rule."

"Which is a fucking stupid rule!" Jess exclaimed.

"Well, I'm thinking about braking it for him," Rhee said.

"You should," Jess said. "Even someone as crazy as you deserves some happiness." Rhee sighed heavily. "I mean it, Sis."

"I know," Rhee said.

"If Cas is as good of a person you told me, than you should jump at the chance," Jess said.

"But Sis," Rhee started but was cut off.

"But nothing!" Jess exclaimed. "You have kicked your own ass since the day of the fire! You didn't start the damn fire! It was an accident! A horrible accident! Which was not your fault! So get your head out of you ass and work up the courage to move on with your life!"

"Take your own damn advise!" Rhee yelled at the phone. "You have been just as miserable as me!"

"Bullshit!" Jess shouted. "I have been mourning, while you've been blaming yourself!" Rhee opened her mouth to deny or counter, but stopped because Jess continued. "I know you! I know you better than anyone on this Earth! So don't you dare lie to me and say that you aren't still blaming yourself! Because if you weren't you wouldn't have called me!" Rhee sighed because even though it hurt to hear, Jess had a point. Rhee still blamed herself for the death of her family.

"Do you think they forgive me?" Rhee asked.

"Aerith, Sis," Jess said. "Aerith."

"Right, Aerith," Rhee said. "Thanks, Sis." Rhee hung up the phone. She knew what Jess had meant by Aerith. She meant that their family never blamed her. Because Aerith had once told Cloud; 'I never blamed you, not once. You came for me. That's all that matters.' And; 'Dilly dally, shilly shally! Isn't it time you did the forgiving?' Could Rhee do it? Could she forgive herself for the death of her family? It had been an accident, but she felt like she could've, and should've done something to prevent it.

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She sat in the Impala, just thinking, but as she thought she began to cry. This was how the boys found her when they came back that night, silently crying in the back seat of the Impala. "What wrong?" Dean asked. She looked at him, her usual bright blue eyes were dull and almost lifeless. He knew the look, he had worn it many times. It was a look of guilt and self loathing.

"Nothing," she said as she looked away. "Let's go." Dean nodded and got into the car. Castiel followed suit. They drove back to the house.

"Well, that's a day I'll never get back," Dean said, as they walked into the house. Castiel stiffened.

"Dean, wait," Castiel commanded. He put his hand up to stop Dean from going any farther into the house. Rhee stood on her tip toes to look over their shoulders, to see Raphael with his electric wings shocking everything around him.

"Castiel," Raphael said.

"Raphael," Castiel returned his greeting with a bit of anger to his voice. Dean moved a bit closer and so did Castiel, while Rhee moved with Castiel. She wasn't hiding, she was preventing herself from shooting her mouth off.

"And I thought you were supposed to be impressive," Dean teased as he moved closer to the cooler he kept his beer in. "All you do is black out the room."

"And the Eastern Seaboard," Raphael said with a small amount of pride. "It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you and your girlfriend here and now." She clenched her teeth together in an attempt to keep calm, but she knew it wouldn't last long. Though she couldn't remember everything that happened now, she did remember how this event made her feel.

"Or maybe you're full of crap," Dean said. "Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas and her back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean." He ended his rant with a small wave.

"I know who you are," Raphael said. "And now, thanks to him, I know where you are."

"You won't kill him," Castiel said. "You wouldn't dare."

"But I will take him to Micheal," Raphael said.

"Well then," Dean said as he grabbed a beer. "Sounds terrifying. It does." He used the fire place to open the beer. "But, uh, hate to tell you, I'm not going anywhere with you." He then turned around to drink the beer.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer?" Raphael said. Dean's face was one of pure fear. But he put on a sarcastic smile and turned back to face Raphael.

"Yeah," Dean said. "That was, that was fucking hilarious."

"Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination," Raphael said.

"Yeah? I bet you didn't imagine one thing," Dean said.

"What?" Raphael said in a board tone.

"We knew you were coming you stupid asshole!" Rhee exclaimed as she lit her lighter and threw it at the fire. Dean had his lighter out and ready, at the same time she threw her's.

"Now how are you gonna light your cigarettes?" Dean asked.

"I'm out," she replied.

"Oh," Dean said.

"Where is he?" Castiel asked point blank.

"God?" Raphael asked. "Haven't you heard? He's dead, Castiel."

"No," Castiel said.

"But there is no other explanation," Raphael said. "He's gone for good."

"I don't believe you," Rhee said before Castiel could speak.

"Believe what you will," Raphael said.

"I agree with Rhiannon," Castiel said.

"Oh!" Raphael exclaimed. "I thought her soul felt familiar. It is good to see you, Princess Rhiannon."

"Whoa!" she said. "I ain't no princess. I just share her name."

"So Castiel hasn't told you," Raphael said with a grin.

"Man I thought I was the one with attention problems," she said. "Back on topic. Where is God?"

"He's dead," Raphael repeated. "Do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if he were alive?"

"Yes," she said firmly, surprising everyone in the room. "God is the creator of free will. He wants everyone to have free will."

"How do you, a human, know what God wants?" Raphael said with venom.

"Because," she said with love in her voice. "He loves everyone so much he wanted to give them choice, but some times that means messing things up."

"What do you know!?" Raphael bellowed, and the storm outside got worse.

"I was once a mother," she said. "I loved my daughter with all of my being. She was my life, but I had to let her fall a lot so she would learn. But you, angels were so attracted to Daddy's skirt that he had to leave to teach you to fly on your own." Even though he knew he couldn't Raphael still tried to kill Rhee from inside the Holy Fire circle. "Raphael, you know my words to be true. Any good parent lets their child get scraped and bumped, so they learn. What have you learned?" She walked away. Castiel and Dean followed shortly after.

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They hadn't spoken since Raphael. Rhee sat in the back just staring out the window, her stare was blank and lifeless. Not even singing with Dean's music like she usually did. Dean and Castiel were concerned but both said nothing, not wanting to invoke the wrath of the tiny woman in the back. "You okay?" Dean asked Castiel, who also had been deep in thought. Castiel didn't say anything. "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.

"I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead," Dean said. "But I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?"

"I believe the same as Rhiannon," Castiel said, which made Rhee smile a bit but it quickly faded.

"Good," Dean said. "Then go find him."

"What about you two?" Castiel asked.

"We have each other," Dean replied, he flashed a smile to the rear view mirror. But she wasn't paying any attention to the front of the car. So his smile faded.

"Even without your family?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah," Dean left it at that, and Castiel flew off.