After the auction, we were all sat in the empty room where the auction was held.
"Losing my soul – is it going to hurt?" Mrs. Tran asked.
"Probably," Dean answered, not bothering to sugarcoat it.
"Will I die?"
"No. You'll just wish you were dead," Sam told her. From what I'd heard, Sam had lived almost a year without his soul so he should know!
"Okay," Mrs. Tran whispered.
The main worker entered the room.
"It's time"
Me, Dean and Sam stood up but Mrs. Tran remained seated.
"You all right?" Dean asked her.
"Yeah. Can I – can I just have a minute?" She answered, on the the verge of tears.
The three of us walked a few steps away.
"Dean, this sucks," Sam sighed.
"Are you kidding me? We're about to close the gates of Hell forever. If you ask me, we got off cheap."
When Mrs. Tran stood up, we watched Samandriel approach her and strained to hear what was said.
"Excuse me, miss. Hi. My name is Sam– Alfie. I'm an angel."
"Who works at Wiener Hut?" Mrs. Tran raised an eyebrow and I covered my smile with a hand.
"No. This is, uh – it doesn't matter. Uh, what you did in here was amazing, and I want you to know that my friends and I can protect your son. The Winchesters are exceptional men, but... they're just men. If Kevin comes with us –" Samandriel tried to offer.
"Oh, no, no. The last time that angels tried to help my son, I watched them die, and Kevin went missing for a year. So, no offense, but…I'm gonna take my chances with them," Mrs. Tran interrupted him, tears in her eyes.
Samandriel nodded and headed towards us to leave, but stopped next to me.
"Can I know your name?"
"Yeah, it's Sherrie," I answered and just talking to him made me feel peaceful and lightheaded.
He smiled and told me, quietly, that he would come to see me tonight so he could explain.
Hours passed and when it got dark outside, started pacing around my room, waiting for Samadriel.
Dean and Sam had no idea as they were sat in the living room with Kevin and Mrs. Tran, who wasn't speaking, obviously in shock.
My legs were starting to ache and I was getting fed up of walking the same steps over and over so I sat on the edge of the bed.
I heard wings flutter in my room and knew who it was because of the blanket wrapped round me; I looked up and Samandriel was stood in front of me, still in the fast food uniform.
"You're obviously confused about the feelings you get around me, would you explain to me what it feels like?"
"Um, sure. Err…it feels like, I don't know, warmth, like this quilt of-of protection and-and of love wrapped around me. I feel safe and-and protected and nothing bothers me, I mean, I know my problems are still there but I just don't care about them. God, that sounds so stupid," I laughed and shook my head.
"No, it doesn't," Samandriel sat next to me on the bed and out his hand on mine.
"So, why is it happening? What's going on?" I looked from his hand to his eyes. They were blue and so sweet, not an ounce of anything bad in them.
"Vampires and werewolves, they have mates, people they are bonded to forever. The same happens in heaven with angels but sometimes that bond, it…well…" Samandriel struggled over how to finish explaining.
"You're saying that me…and you…is it the same as Dean and Cas?" I asked.
"Not exactly, it's a lot stronger and-"
"I knew you weren't alone, I heard talking. Didn't I tell you, Sam?" Dean burst in and turned to his brother.
"Who's that?" Sam asked Dean and then turn the question to Samandriel. "Who are you?"
"He's an angel. What are you doing here, Alfie? Why are you with her?" Dean ordered answers.
"Whoa, hang on, Dean. Calm down, he just came to explain…something to me," I stood up.
"I knew there was something weird going on, I sensed it at the warehouse. So, are you going to tell me what's going on because I know you don't know each other."
Samandriel, still sat on the bed, looked up at Dean. "I can't tell you, I can only tell one person and that person is her." The angel looked from him to me. "However, if you choose to tell them I will be able to explain. Otherwise, my word is bound."
"Okay, em…here goes…earlier when I met Samandriel, I felt…strange-"
"I knew something was off with you, I told you," Dean frowned.
"Dean, let her carry on," Sam looked at his brother.
By now, Kevin had joined and was listening too.
"Okay, so I felt strange…safe, protected-"
"And you don't feel like we keep you safe or protect you?" Dean blurted out. "Oh right, sorry."
"It's hard to explain but when Samandriel found out about Cas, I wanted to mourn for Cas too. I don't even know him! But I felt upset and when he left," I looked down to the angel. "All the strange feelings and-and the peace left. Until he was sat behind us in the auction; it all came back so I kinda guessed it was connected to him somehow. He came to tell me why."
"And did he?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, we have a…a bond," I answered.
"Like Cas' bond to me?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"A profound bond," Sam teased and Dean hissed at him to shut up.
"Samandriel says not exactly, that it's stronger."
"What does that mean? Like a guardian angel?"
"I don't know, he was about tell me but you came barging in," I scowled back at Dean.
"Alfie, what's different about this bond?" Dean looked down to the bed.
Samandriel stood up and stayed next to my side. "Well, one, no I am not a guardian angel to Sherrie, and to answer your last question, the bond is a lot stronger and more intimate," he answered.
"What do you mean, more intimate?" Sam asked.
"Apparently vampires and werewolves have…mates and so do angels upstairs, but sometimes …" I looked to Samandriel, who looked back at me.
"So the bond has made you mates. Is that even possible?" Deans face looked shocked.
"It is extremely rare. In fact, it has only happened five times since the existence of humans," Samandriel answered Dean's question.
Dean rubbed his face, trying to get his head round things. "So you're going to be hanging around like Cas used to?"
"I will be here as much as Sherrie wants me to be." Samandriel's hand found mine.
"I might need a day or two to, you know, get my head around things. This is all a bit…overwhelming," I looked at each person.
"I understand," the angel gave me one of his heart-warming smiles. "Just say my name and I shall be with you."
He kissed my forehead before vanishing with a flutter of wings.