A/N: Okay, sorry that Chapter 3 was all screwed up, I'm re-uploding it after A Silent Echo told me about it's unreadability. I saw it, and I flipped out, so here is the new Chapter 3. Thank you for bearing with me. It's my first "big" fanfic, so I'm sorry if it is bad or the grammar is off. I do not own Supernatural, those rights go to the creators.

Chapter 3: Rescued, I Guess

(Castiel POV)

December 14, 2015

"We have to go now; Sam or we're never going to be able to do this. You can't back out now," I say to him.

"I know Cas. It's just that I'm a little nervous to do this. I have a lot riding on me if you haven't noticed," he said back.

"I know. You're just going to have to have a little faith in yourself," I reply.

"Ok, you two. Just be safe, and Cas, make sure my brother comes back in one piece. He better not be missing an eye or whatever or I will personally kick your feathery ass to hell," Dean sternly says to me.

"Dean. I assure you that nothing bad will happen to your brother or me," I say to him with a longing look at him. His eyes find mine and they lock, similar to what happened last night. It felt like in that brief moment in time, the whole world was paused. I quickly look back to Sam and I dig my hands into the pockets of my trench coat and retrieve Michael's blade to hand over to him. When I hand it over to him, I say, "Be careful with this. Make sure you don't cut Annabella with it when you cut her shackles or you'll make her lose her grace and she'll be of no use to anyone."

Sam carefully takes the blade and puts it into the pocket of his jacket. He and Dean look at each other and pull the other into a hug and say goodbye to one another. Sam looks worried and Dean looks more scared than his brother about what is about to happen. I can smell their fear. Dean detaches from the hug first, and Sam looks to me and asks, "Well now what?"

"We go. Here, hold onto my arm. Dean, you have to demon proof the bunker, as well as the room she is staying in. The demons as well as angels are going to know she's here and they're going to want her," I say. For the first time, I'm starting to get worried like Sam. He puts his hand on my arm, I flap off, and leave Dean behind.

We're on the edge of Heaven, about a quarter of a mile away from the gates. I'd have to wait here while Sam fetches Annabella; I can't go up to the gates. There is something strange and familiar about the name Annabella. I'd have to ask her once we get her and she calms down from her rescue.

Sam says to me as I look around for a place to sit on, "Ok. I'll be back soon. About an hour or so. I'll have the girl with me and you have to stand ready in case any of the angels are chasing after us or something. I'll see you later."

He runs off and I yell out to him, "Good luck!" He gives me thumbs up and I sit down on a rock that has appeared. Just an hour and we can be back on earth again.

(Annabella POV)

I've been waiting. For at least a month for my human and my angel to come rescue me like Death had said to me all those years ago. I glance around me and I see the shackles that bind me to the gates that glow and have electricity course through them when you tug on them too hard. My eyes fall on the book sitting in front of me that contains the name of every human soul entering Heaven in history. My entire life is in this book; it's been the same for so many millennia now. Hundreds of years fly by like two weeks and days seem like a few hours.

Then I hear a noise in the distance. A new soul, possibly? I quickly open the book up and then I have come to see that it is a mere human. A living one, at that. I am genuinely surprised that this human could find an angel to latch onto that was willing.

He approached me at my pedestal and before he could say a word, I inquired, "Who the fuck are you?"

"What?" He asked questioningly.

"I said, who. The. Fuck. Are. You?! Don't you silly humans ever listen?" My voice boomed against the gates and echoed back, knocking the man to the ground, the shadows of my huge gold and grey wings flaring, my brown eyes flashing blue.

"I'm Sam and I'm here to res-" he said while trying to stand up.

I interrupted him saying, "Shut up. I wasn't done speaking yet. Ugh humans," I say as I roll my eyes.

"Wait. Did you say you're here to rescue me? My father sent you, didn't he? He still cares about me... Oh whatever. Your name is Sam?"

"Yes. And I'm here to deliver you to your dad. Come on we got to hurry," he says.

"Um I don't know if you've noticed, but I AM QUITE LITERALLY CHAINED UP HERE," I yell back at him.

"Oh yeah, that," Sam says as he pulls an angel blade out of his pocket.

"Oh yeah, that," I say mockingly and roll my eyes. He walks over to me and gets on his knees to strike the chains with the blade. He gets one chain off and goes to work on the other when I hear a noise. Angels. They've found us. "Hurry! There's angels coming," I say to him in a ploy to hurry him up.

"I am doing this as fast as I can, Annabella. Be patient!" He sternly says to me as I raise my hands in defense. He continues to strike the remaining chain harder and faster while I sat on my chair waiting, my eyes rolled up to the sky and my arms crossed.

The chain finally breaks when an angel appears. Sam scoops me up and I wrap my arms around his neck and he starts to run. But he had only taken two steps when I remembered the gift my father had given to me; the sickle scythe with a blade similar to what an angel's was made of. I yelled out, "Wait! Set me down right now, I forgot something."

"What is it?" he asked as he sat me down and pulled out his angel blade. I ran behind the podium and pulled out the scythe. I heard Sam gasp as I wielded it and hooked it around the attacking angel's neck and pulled it, his head leaving his body and his grace shining. I winked at him and started to run, but he was stopped by another angel and he lunged towards her and stabbed her in the heart. When she fell to the ground, he gestured to me to run and we both ran until we reached the edge of Heaven.

Standing at the edge was an angel who yelled out to Sam, "Hurry! There's more coming and we have to hurry before they can get a trace on us." He glanced at me and stuck out his arm and said, "Grab onto my arm, Annabella. Hurry!" I grabbed onto his arm and we flashed out.

We landed on Earth and my head was reeling. I looked up and I saw the angel's eyes. It was Castiel, the angel from my past that Death had mentioned. I saw another man standing in the room rushing to grab me, and in absolute exhaustion, I fell into his arms and saw only darkness