A.N~ So I wanted to rewrite this chapter, because this is another that I copied the lines like an idiot. I apoligize to all of you guys and to the writers of the show. I tried to fix it, I hope you guys enjoy.
Dean POV
"Because we have work for you." Her words echo in my head as I drive back to Bobby's with Bobby still unconscious in the back. I dial Sam's number and fill him in on what happened.
"So an angel saved you from Hell?" He asks, astonishment in his voice.
"Sam, at this point, I have no idea if what she said was true or not. I'm just telling you what I heard."
"What was she like?"
"Stiff, almost emotionless. She had a serious stick up her ass."
"What does she look like? Was she really angelic like the movies?"
"Sam-."
"Humor me."
"...she was kinda hot."
Sam starts to chuckle on the other end, making me roll my eyes.
"Dude, you are so hot for her."
"...I'm hanging up now."
"Wait!"
"What, Sam?!"
"Did you ask her out?"
(Hangs up.)
I open the back door of the truck to see Bobby sitting up, rubbing his head. "Great, Now I won't have to carry your ass inside."
"How long was I out?" He asks groggily, getting out of the truck.
"An hour or so." I reach out and grab his shoulders as he slips on the mud. "Careful, Bobby."
He shrugs me off and starts walking into the house. "What did Castiel have to say?"
I sigh and fill him in on what happened, from when she knocked him out to when she left.
"Then she just left!" I exclaim, frustrated with the angel. "What a bitch."
He starts chuckling, and smiles, taking a swig of his beer. "I don't know, Dean. It sounds like you enjoyed yourself."
"You're missing the point! There's no way this chick could be an angel!" I shout, standing up, walking over to the fridge, and getting a beer.
"Then what else could it be, Dean?" Sam asks, having heard me from the other room.
"A demon?"
"Why would a demon rescue you?"
"Revenge for Yellow-Eyes!"
"And what kind of demon is immune to salt?"
"Maybe she got some extra juice?"
"Where would she get it?" Sam says, poking me in the shoulder. "Yellow-Eyes is dead, so he can't fit in your anti-angel theory."
"Sam, we don't know for sure!"
"Are you two done arguing, or do ya wanna to come see this!" Bobby yells from the library, Sam and I walk over. "The lore says, a soul can be rescued from the pit by an angel of the lord."
Sam looks over at me with a smug grin. "Can a demon do it?" I ask, still not ready to believe it.
"As far as I can tell, demons don't have that much power."
I roll my eyes, still skeptical.
"Dean, why can't you see this as a good thing?" Sam says, still trying to convince me.
"But, why me?" I ask, throwing my hands up in the air.
"I don't know, but apparently, you're very important." Sam says, fighting a grin.
"But why?"
"I don't know, haven't you heard the saying 'God works in mysterious ways?'"
I glare at him. "I'm going to kick your ass."
Bobby smirks, and looks down at one of the books. "Just take it outside, boys."
Cas POV
I arrive back in Heaven, wanting to get another assignment. "Anna before you say any-" I stop mid sentence when I see Zachariah sitting at Anna's desk, looking at Dean's file. "Sir, what are you doing here?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.
"I am your new superior." He says, not looking up.
"Where is Anna? Why was their a change in superiors?" I ask, thoroughly confused. He looks up at me, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Why do you need to know, Castiel?" He snaps, irritated by my curiosity.
"I am just wondering, Zachariah. I apologize." I say, backpedaling.
He sighs, going back to the file. "It's quite alright, Castiel. We actually have a task for you. We need you to execute it as soon as possible."
"What is the task?" I ask hesitantly.
"We need you and Uriel to go to earth, and kill Anna."
"Kill her? What has she done?"
"She fell."
I freeze, suddenly unable to breathe. He looks up and sees the shock on my face.
"Is there a problem, Castiel?"
"No, sir. I'll make sure to get this task done."
