Sup bitches? Here we are at the halfway mark of this little gem! I've got it all plotted out and soon we'll have the fourth and final chapter written and ready to publish. I'm grounded from writing any Penumbra until I finish this, then the page for my 100 prompts, and then the next chapter of Stardust. Once they're done we'll be back to Penumbra! I'm working my buns off so hopefully we wont have a very long wait! Love and kisses, hope you enjoy!

Number the Scars

A puff of air burst from her lungs when the demon shoved her back into a wall. Crouching quickly, Sadie pulled a roll of plastic tubing from her messenger bag. Shooting the demon quickly again, she dodged his lunge while swinging his legs out from under him. When she moved to encircle him in the tube filled with salt the demon had been replaced with Michael.

His pure face looked up at her with gentle love and devotion. Sadie tilted her head, remembering briefly her torrid affair with Dean. "That tainted abomination is trying to turn you from me." Michael wrapped his powerful grace around Sadie's body. She shuddered, this time was different.

"You can't be jealous…" Sadie whispered breathlessly, her body drifting into the light of his grace. "You're an angel." She was weightless and naked, Michael's hands gripping all of her and nothing at once.

"This is different," Sadie looked at the vessel, Adam, as Michael spoke through him with darkness. "He is Dean Winchester, my undoing, the vessel of my nemesis. He will be destroyed." Sadie gasped at the pressure simultaneously being applied on and inside her body. She whimpered Michael's name. His body appearing atop her. His mint green eyes running across her face.

"I can't hurt him," Sadie whispered. Michael looked down at her with knowing pain. His lips pressed to hers softly, lingering and woeful. Then Sadie slipped back to consciousness. Dean's heavy arm was wrapped around her shoulders. Her naked body was crushed against his own tightly, Sadie shivered.

"Nightmare?" Dean grumbled into the back of her head, his member popping against her backside. Sadie hummed and gripped his forearms.

"Sort of," she whispered, "I think Michael's angry."

Dean chuckled low against her hair, nuzzling her neck and resting his cheek against hers. "He's never been angry before?"

"No…" she whispered, her body lighting up alongside Dean's. "Lucifer is tainting him, I think he's using our relationship to push his angelic buttons." Another chuckle came from Dean while he lifted her leg with his. His thick fingers gripping Sadie's inner thigh as he slammed into her roughly. Surprise had a wail escaping her lips. Dean's groans had her mouth twisting into a sick grin.

xx

When the clock in the loft chimed noon Sadie jolted awake. The bed was cold and there was no movement or snoring next to her. Her baggy tank top was the only article of clothing she pulled on when she jumped out of bed. Fear drummed through her body as she made her way quickly out of the bedroom and into the main living area. Sadie's head snapped around quickly as the phone rang from the kitchen.

Casing the house, her silver gun now clutched in her hands, she made her way to the landline. "Hello lovely." Crowley purred from the earpiece.

"What is it ass-hat?" Sadie snapped, her eyes darting around the semi-lit living room. Her back pressed to the cold wall as she made sure all the windows and doors were locked.

"That's no way to speak to the one person on your team who know's where your little beef cake is hiding."

Sadie's skin froze and her face growled. "What have they done with him?"

"I told you Sophia," Crowley called away from the phone. "She didn't automatically assume I had something to do with him disappearing!" Sophia rolled her eyes and grunted for him to get over himself and just tell her. "All right, you young people." Crowley chuckled smoothly into the phone. "A little birdy I have on the payroll tweeted that Dean Winchester had been brought to the Heavenly Plane."

"Because he's meant to be Lucifer's vessel," Sadie grumbled.

"Exactly poppet," Crowley purred back. "And they're trying to stop him. Best bet would be to leave them to it." At their home, Crowley sent Sophia a hopeful but worried glance and waited for Sadie's response.

"Tell me how to get him back," her growl was low and demanding. The gun hanging at her side tensed in her grip and ripe to be fired.

"You'll have to find a way into Heaven," Crowley sighed. "But don't go killing yourself, or you have more of a chance to go straight to Hell with all the stuff you have under your belt." Sadie rolled her eyes in the dark, the sun only peaking through the curtains to light he wisps of dust in the air.

"How do I find a backdoor?"

Crowley shrugged, "That much I don't know…" His next words were cut off as Sadie heard a scuffle in the background and Sophia mumbling something.

"Sadie?" Came her tinkling voice, causing the girl in question to smile softly like a child. "Chin up love, you'll find him. God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers."

xx

Grunting awake, Dean stood from the chair he was in and looked around with anger and confusion. He was in a large white room, the walls and few tables decorated like a high society dining room. A table fringed with gold, like the rest of the room, was laden with cheeseburgers, beers, and pornography. A door on the far end of the room opened and, unarmed, Dean poised to melee.

Sensing the man who entered was an angel, Dean ran at him to attack. He let out a gasp as the angel lifted his hand and a light flashed. Shaking his head, Dean's vision returned quickly. Trying to jump at him again, Dean looked down to realize he had been tied back into the chair he woke up in.

"Be calm demon," the angel spoke in a monotone. Dean hissed up at him, the childish nature of the angel's face contrasting the four piece suit he wore. "The only reason you are not dead is because Lucifer's followers would just bring you back." He shook his head and sighed, "Michael has some choice words for you."

"Tell that little shit stain that I'm going to find whatever hole he love-shacked in with Lucy and I'm going to skin him alive!" Dean roared, pulling his restraints with blackened eyes.

..

Sadie ran around another corner, finding herself in an empty alley. "Balls!" She spat, letting her the hand holding her angel blade drop. "Where the hell did he get off to?" Turning around to retrace her steps she let out a scream as the angel she was tailing appeared in front of her. Her instincts kicked in and with a flash of light she stabbed him in the chest. "Damnit!" Sadie yelped as his body fell to the asphalt. "Not another one!"

..

The angel facing Dean let his head fall. Lifting his face again, his expression was firmly centered around a pair of glowing green eyes. They were a mint gree, not emerald like Deans, and softly illuminated by grace. "Dean Winchester," a deeper voice poured out of the angel's lips. "You know you were meant to be my vessel at one time."

"Go fuck yourself Michael, I am going to get out of here." Dean hissed, pulling at the restraints again. His pitch black eyes glared up at the angel and he let out a growl.

"No," the angel smiled in mock. "No, you're not." The angel sighed and started to pace around the room in an almost boredom. "I can not let that happen. When I am released from Lucifer's prison, my brother will be forced to crawl out in his broken vessel and he will be an easy kill. But," he pointed a look at Dean. "If by chance his proper vessel, now you, is waiting for him he will be unstoppable."

"Neither of you ass-hats will get out," Dean growled, his body leaning heavily against the chains. "Sam stopped you once, and Sadie will do it again."

"Sadie," Michael spat, "will do no such thing." He scowled down at Dean with disgust and utter malice. "We have taken care of her and she will remain loyal to me."

Dean laughed darkly, Michael's face turning into a look of confusion. "Well," Dean cocked his head playfully, "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt since you've been in the land down under getting bum rushed by Lucifer. But Sadie and I have been getting to know each other very well these past months."

Letting out a roar that shook the paintings on the walls, Michael flew at Dean in a blind wrath. He gripped Dean's wrists, leaning over him, their faces inches apart. "She was orphaned before she was a year old," Michael hissed. "She was on her own at sixteen, Dean, living on the road, alone, with no money or protector." The angel took a deep breath and stood, looking down his nose at the demon. "We saved her," he continued calmly, "we gave her purpose when she was lost."

"You raped her!" Dean bellowed, straining against his confines again.

xx

Another slash, another pained screech from the angel tied down in front of her. Sadie grinned sickly while he seethed and cried out under the chains that held him. "Like these?" Sadie whispered, trailing her angel blade down his cheek. "I made them myself, out of the blades of your brothers." The angel begged for freedom as she laughed deeply and went in for another cut.

A rush of wings sounded behind her. Sadie's eyes narrowed and she spun around, holding the angel blade in front of her dripping with redness. "Please stop." The angel that stood there pleaded in a gentle monotone. His black hair was slightly ruffled, the tie around his neck partially pulled down and backwards.

Sadie scoffed at him, waving the blade in a circle. "You show up in a fancy trenchcoat and expect a girl to just give up?"

The angel frowned slightly, looking down at his attire in confusion. "My vessel's robes are not of consequence at the current moment. I am here to offer you a way into heaven."

The angel behind Sadie cried out, "Castiel you must not let her-!" Sadie spun around and stabbed the angel, the room filled with white light and screams. Turning back around, she shrugged and the scowl Castiel gave her.

"Sorry, he was half dead anyway." Sadie shrugged, slipping her blade back into her holster and moving to unwrap the chains. "Why would you help me anyway?" She grumbled, Castiel let out a small sigh.

"Because before heaven gave up on him," the angel began, his low voice staying at a strange monotone. "It was to be my duty to raise him from perdition. Dean Winchester was going to become my charge and I never got that chance. For almost three decades I have lived with the regret of having to watch his soul twist and turn into an abomination, now is the time for my repentance."

A grin passed over her face as she slipped the chains into her duffle and slung it over her shoulder. "Looks like we have a deal pretty boy." Sadie lifted her hand to shake, Castiel looked at it for a moment before taking it, In a blink Sadie found herself waking up in her Impala. Confusion then agitation passed over her. "That feathery pile of crap tricked me!"

Letting out a huff she moved to turn the key in the ignition. "I didn't trick you." At the montone grumbled Sadie jumped with a screech. She turned her head to see Castiel sitting pensively in her passenger seat. A deep pang hit her stomach at the thought that he was in Dean's seat. Anger took over her mind and she reached for her gun.

"Where's my piece?!" Sadie hollered at the angel, finding no holster or gun.

"You can't take weapons to heaven," Castiel responded with almost shock. "Now drive." Sadie rolled her eyes, now on edge, and started to drive down the road. After a few moments of darkness a duplex appeared at the end of the road.

"Wait," Sadie pulled the car over and stepped out. "This looks like…" In an almost daze she slowly walked towards the house.

"This is your road to heaven," Castiel whispered, "you travel through your greatest memories before you rest." He looked around with suspicion as they stepped onto the front porch. "I did not expect this as you are alive, but in any event, we must hurry." Opening the door there was a blinding light as Sadie walked in. Sadie's eyes widened at the house she had only seen in a few pictures.

"What are you wearing that for?" Castiel grumbled, pointing to the frilly pink dress that had appeared on Sadie.

"Uh…" She looked down at it, "this must be my first birthday." She looked up to see movement in the kitchen. "But I don't remember any of this…" Sadie's words were airy and almost dreamlike as she floated towards the kitchen. A blond woman was standing at the oven, freckles lacing her pale skin as she stirred a bowl of cookie dough. "This must be the last time I saw my parents…"

Castiel looked at her with mild confusion, "this is one of your greatest memories?"

"It probably doesn't include them dying asshole." Sadie hissed, leaning to look out the patio doors at her father building a playhouse in the backyard.

"Sadie?" Her mother smiled down at her, Sadie's heart exploded as she turned to the woman with a slack jaw. "Now look at the beautiful birthday girl!" Her mother beamed down at her before placing a kiss on her cheek. "You better go outside and see what daddy has made for you before your friends get here!" Sadie's eyes watered as she felt herself nodding and rushing to the doors.

"Sadie we don't have time for this," Castiel hurried along behind her. "If we lose the road…"

Cutting him off, Sadie walked out of the house towards her father. "We do, and I know where to road is." Castiel looked at her skeptically, her body and voice seeming far away to herself as she made her way across the grass. Her father's laughter filled the air as she went straight for the playhouse.

"You know you're not supposed to play in it yet Sade." The man chuckled, patting her on the head. Sadie looked up at him in shock, seeing his face for the first time she could honestly recall. He had tanned skin, square glasses on a regal cut nose.

"I did anyway…" she whispered, bending down to open the blue door. Castiel bent down behind her as another flash blinded them. Shaking their heads in unison, the strange duo blinked their way into the next memory Sadie would have to deal with more than enjoy. "Where the hell are we now?" She whispered, seemingly back to her regular self.

"It seems to be a memory from your sixth year," Castiel looked around with curiosity. They were sitting on the floor of a dark closet, toys littered around them and dresses hung above them. "Although I remember nothing special about this day in particular." Sadie lifted her hand to silence him. Castiel obliged as he watched a shadow pass the door.

"Now where on earth would Sadie be hiding?" Came Sam's playful voice. A giggle burst out of Sadie's lips, her hand flying up as the shadows stopped moving. Castiel glared at her and she shrugged in blatant confusion. "Uh oh, is there a ghost in the closet?!" His tone now mocking concern, Sam turned to walk back towards the closet.

"No daddy it's not a ghost!" Sadie jumped up and threw open the door, "it's me!" The hunter jumped up and down, her pink flannel shirt flapping around her Ninja Turtle t-shirt. Tears brimmed Sadie's eyes as Sam pulled her in for a hug.

"Now go downstairs with your blankets," Sam grinned, "I've got the skipping ropes all tied up and Young Frankenstein is ready on the TV!" Sadie nodded in shock now, and led Castiel down to the living room.

"What is going on Sadie?" Castiel called from behind them.

"The road!" She grunted, "I know!" Letting out a sigh she set the blankets down on the floor. "This was the day Sam and I played hide and seek for over an hour." Sadie lifted one of her quilts to drape over a low hanging rope. "We made a blanket fort with skipping ropes nailed into the ceiling, the movie was half over when Bobby came home." With a deep breath she sat on the floor under the blanket and let Sam build around her.

Castiel stared at them for a moment before speaking again. "We must find the road."

Sadie nodded, patting the floor beside her for him to sit. "We will, we have to wait until Sam is done building it so we can follow the maze to the TV." Castiel gave her a pointed stare. "Common, I was six, it was like a maze in here."

xx

Sadie let out a groan as her head lolled back on what seemed like grass. Sitting up, she found herself sitting on the grassy incline beside the main road. Turning back she could see the lights on in her home's kitchen meters behind them. "What kind of trouble did you get into as a child?" Castiel cracked a half smile as he looked over at her.

"Oh shut your cake hole Jiminy Cricket." Sadie grumbled, looking down at her jean overalls. A puffing old engine sounded in front of them and had her head snapping up. Bobby Singer looked down at her from his open window, the aged truck sputtering its life away in idle.

"Hey kid," he spat out in tender impatience. "Get in the truck."

Sadie pouted in response to the strange request. "I'm waiting for daddy to get home, he's late."

Bobby let out a heavy sigh, remembering having to deal with the same words from her own father. "He's always fucking late," Bobby said back. "Common, I got ice cream at the store." Letting out a huff of air, Sadie looked back down the direction Bobby had come. Waiting a moment to see if Sam would join them, she finally stood and hopped into the truck bed.

The elderly hunter let out another sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before driving up the road slowly. "I think he drove so slow so I could watch the sunset on our way home." Sadie whispered, laying down on an old tire.

"I think he drove slowly so you wouldn't fall off the truck." Castiel responded. Sadie rolled her eyes and kicked his foot.

"Yeesh you're pissy when we get sidetracked." Castiel nudged her back, "I fell asleep, so that's probably what-" As Sadie closed her eyes her words were lost and she found herself sitting back in the kitchen of Bobby's house. "Damn…" She gaped at Castiel, who looked equally in awe.

Looking to her left she saw Bobby rolling a die and pushing a silver gun around a Monopoly board. "This was the last time you were alone with Bobby before he…" Castiel let his words dwindle off at the look on Sadie's face.

"We need to find Dean," She mumbled, rolling the die on her turn. "I don't like that a lot of these are the last time I had fun with the people I lost." Pushing the little Monopoly car past the GO square had her eyes blinking again in another blinding light.

xx

"Hey, get this!" Sam nudge Sadie in the arm, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him in shock. "It looks like if I follow these three trials that Kevin was talking about I can close the gates of hell forever!" Sadie didn't speak as her father continued on an excited conversation with himself.

"Why would this be a happy memory?" Castiel tilted his head at her from across the table.

"We thought we had it all figured out," Sadie spoke slowly as she stood, "we could retire and just be a normal family." Castiel stood with her and continued to watch Sam talking to the memory of Sadie's fifteen-year-old self.

"How that went so wrong."

"You're telling me," Sadie grunted, running her hand along Castiel's arm while brushing past him to the door. "Let's find the road and get my boyfriend."

..

Sadie stared down at Sam's ashen body with a horror Castiel had never seen in his existence. Her hands held in quivering fists, Sadie's lip trembled as she held back her tears with every muscle in her body. "What the fuck?" Slipped out under her breath, "What are we doing here? This is a nightmare." Castiel's words were lost at her question. The angel had no idea what combination of human words would comfort her.

Sadie's screams filled the air as Sam's dead hand reached up and grabbed her wrist. When her eyes reopened she stood in the living room of her childhood house in Sioux Falls. Sam had set up shop there with her Uncle Bobby when he found her. It was the only home she had ever known. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Sam's voice was filled with youth and apologetic, the tone he used to have when he came home late from a hunt without calling.

"You would set me on the couch, Uncle Bobby would stand in the kitchen entry." Sadie lifted her finger to point towards the aging kitchen table. A hunter's house through and through. "And you would tell me about your trip, you saw the World's Biggest Ball of Yarn once. And Uncle Bobby would make me tell you all about my lessons." A melancholic laugh passed through her lips, Sadie's eyes were wild with near insanity.

"Sadie what's wrong?" Sam questioned, Castiel lifted his hand with answers.

"She is just coming off her road with slight trauma, just let her tell her story and she will snap out of it." Castiel calmed the Winchester, "her cycle was interrupted by you grabbing her."

"I would show you all the new words I'd learned in Latin," Sadie continued, her eyes glued to Bobby's desk, littered with papers like he had just sauntered off. "Then how fast I could dissect and reassemble your brothers gun." Sam couldn't take much more, when suddenly she froze and looked up at him. "Dean's gun…" she whispered.

"Sadie?" Sam hissed back, his chest pumping with every terror filled breath.

"Daddy…"