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~1 week later~
I peer into the fridge, then sigh and close it. Nothing good. My life is so hard.
Well, actually, it's not. At least I don't have to take any of my exams. My school, Sacred Heart School for Young Catholic Girls, has a rule that if a senior has an A in a class, she doesn't have to take the exam for that class. Which means I don't have to take any exams.
I yawn, turn around, and... scream. Castiel and Dean Winchester are standing in my living room.
"How the fuck did you two get in my living room?" I gasp.
"Stop the act, Ashley Taylor," Castiel says. "Or should I call you Sandalphon?"
"Who the hell are you talking about?" I yell.
"Hell?" Dean laughs. "Try Heaven."
"Look, if you get out of my house right now, I promise I won't call the police. And I swear I won't press charges. "
"We're not leaving here without you. We drove one hundred twenty miles to get here," Castiel says.
"Three hours with traffic," Dean add, sounding annoyed.
"Are you threatening to kidnap me?" I ask.
"Listen, Sandy," Castiel says, sounding exasperated. "I'm not here to kill you."
I scoff. "Yeah, right, brother."
"Huh." Dean grins. "Gotcha."
"Shit," I wail.
"I need your help, Sandy," Castiel insists.
"I can't," I say, backing away from him. "Sorry."
"Oh yeah?" Dean asks angrily. "Why not?"
"Because I promised Metatron I wouldn't," I reply.
"You're working for him, aren't you?" Castiel growls.
"No! He came calling on my a few weeks ago, scared the shit out of me. I woke up at three o'clock in the morning to him standing over me as I slept. Let me tell you, he looks creepy as fuck nowadays."
"Gotta hand it to us," Dean says with a smirk. "We're more polite. And cuter."
"Anyway, he told me about you and your little rebellion. By the way, great job on that. Metatron may be my twin brother, but I hate him as much as you."
"Hold up," Dean says. "Metatron's your twin brother?"
"Yeah, which only proves that twins look and act extremely different," I say. "Of course, you know that already. After all, didn't you know Andy Gallagher and his twin brother Ansem Weems?"
"Andy was a good man," Dean says, looking down at the ground. "A drug-filled slacker, but a good man."
"Yeah, and his twin wasn't. He tried to kill you," I say. "Metatron's a douche, but he's not stupid. He knows that I'm a powerful ally. And I told him no. I told him there was no way I was going to fight against my favorite brother. So then he tried to kill me. But I managed to stall him, and I managed to convince him that I would stay neutral in this was."
"You're staying neutral?" Castiel says, astonished, at the same time Dean elbows him and says, "Heh. Favorite brother."
"Yeah, I'm staying neutral."
"But why? You were a great fighter!" he says. "One of the best!"
Dean, who had helped himself to a slice of pie from the fridge, almost chokes on the food he's currently chewing. "Wait, this chick right here is a good fighter?"
"Dude," I say, disgusted, "you're, like, almost forty. Gross."
"I'm in my late twenties," Dean says, offended.
"And I am saying something very important," Castiel says. "So shut up, Dean."
"Ah, Cas." Dean sighs lightly, taking a seat on the couch in my living room. "Get out of my ass."
"I was never it it. Now what do I have to do to get you to join me? You're the only angel that hasn't been killed or joined Metatron's forces."
"What about your army?" I ask.
"They gave me a choice. Kill Dean and they stay, or don't kill him and they leave."
"And let me guess. You couldn't do it."
He looks at the ground, looking embarrassed. "No."
"Of course you couldn't. You've always loved humans. Even when you were young."
"How would you know that?" Dean asks, with a raised eyebrow. Yeah, I have to admit it. He's pretty hot.
"I was in his garrison. I'm the one who taught him how to fly."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're wasting time here, Sandalphon. What can I do to get you to join our forces."
"Hmm... three things."
Castiel glances up at me. "Name them."
"Well, first, I need protection from Metatron. Eventually, he's going to find out that I joined you, and when he does he's going to be super pissed."
"Good." Dean laughs. "The bunker is well protected. We've got safely covered."
"The second thing?"
"I need a new vessel. You're going to help me find one. A woman. This girl graduates in, like, a month, and then she goes to college. I don't want to get her killed."
"How will you switch?" Castiel asks.
"We'll do it whenever you find me a new one. And we'll do it here. This girl's parents don't get home until very late in the evening. You could bring the new vessel here, and then I can move into her body after I convince her to host me. Then I can go with you."
"Sammy can help us find her a new one," Dean tells Castiel.
"Sammy?" I ask, interested. "That's your brother, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"He's the smart one, right?"
Dean scowls. "I prefer to think of him as the nerdy one. But yeah, he's smart. He went to Stanford for a while, but… well, that was a long time ago."
"I know. My vessel's going to Stanford."
"Dean, stop," Castiel says in an annoyed tone. "What's your third request?"
"My wings."
"Why?" he asks, confused. "What happened to them?"
I unfurl my wings. Dean sucks in a breath. Castiel gives a shocked gasp. I don't need to wonder why they do that. I've seen my wings in the mirror before. They used to be beautiful. Now they're missing almost half the feathers, they no longer shine, and what used to be white is now brown with only speckles of white, due to copious amounts of dried blood. It won't wash off. Believe me, I've tried.
"Oh, my God," says Dean quietly. "It looks like you put those things through a wood chipper."
"After I fell, I came to and they were like this. I haven't been able to fix them, because I have no more power. But you can. You can heal them."
"No, he can't," says Dean quickly. "His grace is already burning out. He can't heal them."
"Dean-"Castiel starts.
"Your grace is burning out?" I cry out. "You fell?"
He looks down at the ground. "Yeah."
"Oh, my… first Anna, then me, and now you? My God, Uriel's the good child now. Wow. Never thought that would happen."
"Nah, he fell, too. Anna killed him after he turned out to be a double agent for Lucifer."
I gasp. "What?"
"It's a long story. I'll tell you later," Castiel promises. "Now, about your wings. I won't be able to fix them." He shoots Dean a glance. "Dean's right."
"Tell you what," I say. "After you win and take over Heaven from Metatron, you can make me a new pair of wings. Even better than the first."
Castiel laughs. "I don't know about that," he says. "Our first pairs of wings were pretty awesome."
"Ahem. You're discussing fashion, Cas. You know I don't do fashion."
"Our wings were awesome. What you see now, Dean… it's barely a glimpse of their true beauty."
"Yeah," says Dean, rolling his eyes. "Okay. Whatever."
"But if you don't win," I continue. "Well… I won't need them."
"Thank you, Ms. Sunshine. You have such a great amount of team spirit," Dean says sarcastically. "C'mon ,Cas," he adds, standing up from his spot on the couch. "We got us an angelic vessel to find."
