Chapter Two
Sam gently laid the sleeping woman down on Bobby's spare bed. Cas, being well, Cas, was the one who'd changed her cloths into a spare shirt and shorts.
He could faintly hear Dean yelling at Cas about getting 'whisked away' and 'why couldn't we have taken Baby'? And something about being unable to go the the bathroom?
Sam shook his head. It seemed Angel Air didn't agree with Dean. Odd, because Sam felt fine whenever the angel flew him somewhere.
A soft whimper pulled him back to the woman in the bed.
Now without the threat of death, Sam could get a good look at her. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with skin he color of coffee cream and curly blonde-brown hair.
While at first she seemed to be african american, a closer look showed she was racially mixed. With what, Sam wasn't sure, though it really didn't matter. He'd treat her the same regardless.
From when he'd seen her eyes open, he knew they were a bright husky blue, but pupil-less. She was blind, yet acted like she could see perfectly well.
She'd managed to fight off three demons before Cas blasted them into nothing. And while she could clearly look out for herself, Sam felt an odd sense of protectiveness over her. Perhaps because she was an innocent, he pitied her for being forced into this life.
Things were getting so complicated. The tension between he and his brother was growing stronger each day. He knew Dean didn't trust him.
Hell, he didn't trust himself.
That didn't change the fact that he hated how felt so alienated. Yeah, he was basically becoming the same thing he and his brother hunted, but he was still Sam, right?
As selfish as it sounded, Sam was glad that this woman came tumbling into their lives. It was offering a welcome distraction. Maybe with their focus on her, they could forget about the whole 'Sam started the Apocalypse' thing.
Things were just spiraling out of control, and Sam felt like he was drowning.
Drowning in red, red demon blood.
Sam flinched as Dean's yelling got even louder. He'd better go break them up before they woke the girl up.
Sighing, Sam took one last look at the unknown woman before leaving, closing the door as quietly as he could behind him.
Aubrey woke with a pounding headache. She groaned, slowly sitting up in her bed, the soft sheets wrapping even tighter around her.
Wait... bed? Soft?
Her eyes snapped wide open. This wasn't her home. Where was she?! What happened?
Memories lit up her mind like a curtain pulled away. She'd been attacked by... black eyed men. Then there was that... thing...
She leapt up from the bed, hardly noticing that she wasn't in her own cloths, and fled from the grey scale room.
Bursting from the door, she was met with four men sitting around a dinning room table.
One was tall with wavy hair. The man next to him was shorter, but no more imposing. To their left was an older man in a baseball cap. Closest to her was the man from before.
The one with the brilliant soul.
Her eyes were drawn up to the brightest color in the room, brighter than all the other souls combined.
It was easily nine feet tall, the tops of its three heads brushing the ceiling.
One head of a ram, one of a zebra, and one humanoid but eyes cast in the shadow of the hood.
Silky robes flowed around it, cascading down its elegant shoulders. Its fingers were long and tipped with wicked nails. From its back spread a pair of magnificent wings, painted with the souls of a universe and dusted with starlight.
Glowing between the ebony feathers were dozens of brilliant eyes, glowing with knowledge and power.
"You're beautiful..." She murmured.
The men regarded her with shock and weariness. The creature's human form blinked. "...thank you?"
"What are you?" She asked breathlessly.
The four men froze, eyeing her with growing suspicion.
"I am an angel." Said the being.
A small smile pulled at Aubrey's lips. "That would explain the wings." She murmured.
The angel suddenly appeared right in her face. Aubrey jumped in surprise, taking several steps back. The angel just followed her.
Aubrey's eyed didn't leave the three heads glaring down from above.
"My eyes are down here." Monotoned the angel.
"No they aren't."
His human eyes narrowed, though the animals' remained the same.
"What are you?" He growled, the first emotion she'd heard since meeting him coming to his voice.
"I'm... not sure." She whispered fearfully. "I just... I can see souls."
Dean was pulled from his conversation with Sam and Bobby by the sound of a door slamming. His gaze snapped to the guest room to see the dark skinned woman running out from it. She skidded to a stop, eyes wide and chest heaving.
Her gaze snapped between the men present, finally landing on Cas. When she looked at the angel, her face grew paper white and a strangled gasp escaped her lips.
"You're beautiful..." She whispered in awe.
Dean tensed, not really sure what she meant by that. Cas seemed to have a similar reaction.
He blinked wide eyed at her, before giving a confused "...thank you?"
Silence rained for a moment before the woman spoke again, awe still in her voice. "What are you?" She asked breathlessly.
The men froze, unease growing.
"I am an angel." Cas answered in his usual monotone, though Dean could pick up a hint of strain under the words.
A smile ghosted against her lips. "That would explain the wings." She murmured.
Cas flashed out of existence before appearing right in the woman's face, his eyes narrowed and a hard expression on his face.
She took several frightened steps back, but Cas only followed her, their noses almost touching.
Her eyes remained locked on the empty air above the angel's head.
"My eyes are down here." Cas said with a gradually deepening voice.
She shook her head slowly. "No they aren't."
"What are you?" He growled, emotions leaking through his voice stronger than Dean had ever heard.
"I'm... not sure." She whispered fearfully. "I just... I can see souls."
Cas blinked at her. His head tilted to the side like a curious bird, regarding her.
"What do you mean?"
She swallowed. "I blind, sort of. The normal world is all black and white, sometimes blurry. But souls are bright, colorful, alive." She gestured to Bobby. "His soul is kinda greenish, strong, but wise. It's scarred. All of yours are." She pointed next to Sam. "The tall guy, his is almost white, with a bunch of black swirling in it. It's pretty, like galaxies." She nodded to Dean. "Your soul is red. It's fiery, passionate, and really hurt. Like its been ripped apart and sown back together with horsehair and a rusty needle."
Dean flinched, self consciously rubbing his shoulder. The woman noticed his discomfort. "Sorry." She whispered.
Dean forced a smile. "Nah, it's fine. Just gives me more character."
A weak grin pulled her lips. "Yeah, it does." Her gaze locked on the same spot above Cas' head. "You're tall, and silver. Beautiful black wings. Like glass. Three heads, zebra, ram and human, but the human's covered in a hood or something."
Cas swallowed, his eyes widening slowly.
Dean looked at the angel in a new light. Three heads? And one of them was a zebra? What else did he not know about his friend? Well, probably a lot, but something like that seemed kinda... well, he didn't really know.
"What is your name?" Castiel asked at last.
"Aubrey. Aubrey Moore. What's your's?"
"Castiel. The green soul is Bobby Singer, the red is Dean Winchester and white is his brother, Sam.
Okay so now Cas was calling them by the color of their souls?
She nodded. A few breaths later, "What were those things?" she whispered.
"Demons."
Aubrey licked her lips nervously and nodded. "Makes since." She swallowed thickly. "Then who... who is their boss?"
Dean tensed. The slight calm that had settled in the room was shattered with her words.
Sam was the one to answer, his voice tense. "Lucifer."
