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Ok, here's what's going on. I so badly need a beta reader. Because even though I do spell and grammar checks, there is always one tiny little error that manages to slip in between. Anyone up for it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural and I am not earning any money through this.
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Chapter four: I never woke up in a kitchen before
My eyes were half closed and I was feeling very tired. It doesn't really come to a surprise that I'm this tired though. We all had just fought our way through desperate doctors, berserk animals, annoying places where you can't see a squat and frickin' dinosaurs. And we managed to defeat the damn trickster wanna-be. I had all the right in the world to be tired!
The constant roaring of the car was in a weird kind of way very soothing. Strange enough the noise was better than complete silence; it was probably because it drowned the sound of the small vocals that would reach my ears if it were silent.
I turned my head to the side, my cheeks twitched. Something other than the noise from the car was disturbing me. It was some kind of tapping. I groaned when I realized it was Dean. He was probably tapping his fingers against the steering wheel while humming silently to a classic rock song.
After a few seconds I stretched my arms out and made a hissing noise with clenched teeth.
Dean glanced up at his mirror. "Sleep all right?"
I answered him with a small nod, without looking up and then I scratched the back of my head.
The next thing I did was something I would typically do when I was tired. I was aiming to lean my head against the window, which I did but I bumped my head against it first. "Ow…" I said silently. "Your car is mean…"
"She's a beauty, isn't she?"
I couldn't see Dean's eyes in the mirror but I could see his profile. "Beauty is an understatement." For a second it flashed through my mind that it was him I was talking about.
"No kidding."
At least we agreed in one aspect.
There was a small silence between us. If I hadn't been this tired I would have thought it was awkward, but it was actually kind of nice at the moment. That is until he destroyed it.
"So… how'd you find out about it?" He said it with caution at first and then a little firmer.
I knew exactly what he was talking about. You do as well? You better. I could just pretend like I didn't know what he was talking about and maybe then I would look less conspicuous. "Find out about what?" I asked nonchalantly and stretched my body out and opened my eyes.
I could tell by the look of his eyes that he wasn't fooled. I looked away and out the window. Sigh… "I have my way." I wasn't very well going to just tell him! He was obviously going to throw me out or something.
"C'mon…" Dean said. " You acted like you know just about everything a hunter would know back there."
I rolled my eyes.
"The thing that strikes me" he continued. "-You was more scared than a hunter would be. It's like you haven't seen it before."
"Oh, I've seen it before!" I hurried. Then after a few seconds, I nodded to the side and added. "I just haven't really seen it before."
His eyes were still on me in the mirror, his jaws were tight and he looked very skeptic. "Mmhm… that don't make much sense."
I rolled my eyes. "What does make sense these days?"
"Hamburgers do!" Dean said positively with a finger in the air. "Which reminds me of my stomach."
"You eat a lot."
"That easy to tell, huh?"
"Very…"
Then I leaned forward, suddenly curious why Sam was being so passive in the conversation. If it even could be called a conversation that is. Sam's eyes were shut and his mouth was slightly open.
"Is he ok?" I asked a little more silent trying to not wake him up.
"We'll see about that."
The Dean honked the car twice even making me jump up in surprise. The worst affect was on Sam though; he hit his head against the window. "W-what?"
"A very strange way of showing love, don't you think, Dean?" I asked firmly squinting with my eyes.
"Love is only a label" he said and gave me a blink with an eye.
Then he turned to his brother and gave him a hard punch on his back. As if he hadn't done enough damage already. "Rise and shine, Sammy!"
"Was that really necessary?" Sam said while rubbing his eyes with his fingers.
"Hey, don't look at me, sleeping beauty. It was her idea." Dean pointed at me with his thumb.
"Was not!" I barked.
Dean turned around to look at me with a crooked smile. "No, but you wish it was."
I rolled my eyes and smiled a little. "Right."
Dean stepped on the gas. "We're going to eat burgers!"
"Oh, happy day…"
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"Hey, day keeps getting better!" Dean said with a big smile, staring happily down at the cheeseburger that had just been served. He looked up at the waitress who had served him. "Make my day…" he said with a lower voice to the blushing ugly young woman. Ok…ok… so she wasn't that ugly. She looked good. Maybe even very good. In fact she looked like a model…
And… perhaps I was just the tinsy bit jealous… No biggie.
Ok, moving on.
So when the not so ugly waitress had left we all started eating. Sam was the first to speak. "It bugs me that we left Gabriel like that…"
"What alone?" Dean said and dried his mouth. Then a hint of a smile played on his face. "C'mon, Sammy. It's a little early for your period, isn't it?"
Sam's jaw stiffened and he gave Dean a significant glare. How did he manage to put up with Dean and his dry humor all day? "No, dude… Gabriel might start all over again. You know, get a new 'witness protection'. I mean, we pretty much caught him with his pants down."
I had also thought about that one. Well… not the part where his pants are down… Aaaanyway
Dean took a new bite out of his burger and shook his head. "He knows where we're coming from now. He won't."
"We should have killed him where he was standing." I muttered and poked in my chicken salad with my fork.
I didn't notice that the conversation fell into silence and concentrated on my food. When I finally looked up I met the doubtful look – and a raised eyebrow – of no other than Dean Winchester.
"What?" I said and lowered my fork, suddenly feeling very insecure.
Dean cleared his throat. "Don't get me wrong here, Allison. But… ah… the let's burn the witch game isn't really working for you."
Ouch!
Sam frowned confused at his brother. Dean continued giving away a crooked smile. "Shouldn't you be more like… ah… pony's, butterflies… peace to the world or whatever it is you chicks dig."
"What? Because I'm a woman?"
"Woman. That's cute." Dean turned to Sam, both of them looked amused. Then Dean turned back to me. "C'mon. Look at yourself. Your all… pink."
I looked down at my pink zip-shirt. "Since when did wearing pink become such a crime?"
Dean squinted and waved with his hand leaning back in the chair. "Well, it kind of makes you look-"
"Don't say it!"
He frowned and tilted his head to the side at me. Then he attempted to finish his line.
"Dean Winchester, if you say it I will whack you with a spoon!"
Sam held out his hand as if he was hesitating. "Allison, you don't have a spoon."
The look I gave Sam was enough for him to seal his mouth and look away as if nothing was happening.
"It makes you look girly." Dean finished pronouncing the last word clear as crystal.
SMACK!
"Ow!" Dean said and rubbed the top of his head.
"Hope you loose your man points." I said staring at Dean with thinned eyes and put down my fork.
"If he has any." Sam shot in, chuckling at us both.
Irritated, Dean looked at Sam faking a laugh with a death glare. "Nobody asked you, idjit."
While they still were arguing I moved to the pay office. Behind the desk stood a giant man. He looked dangerous but when he saw me approaching his whole face turned into a friendly grin. I met his blue eyes and smiled back at him. "What can I do you for?" he asked and put his hand on the desk in a casual way.
"Oh, just want some water and a coke for the table over there." I pointed to where the brothers were. When I looked back at them I could see Dean was looking at Sam as if he wanted to kill him. Where they still arguing?
"Sure." The man said. "Will there be anything else?"
"Oh, no thank-"
"They're quite a handful, huh?"
At first he startled me but then I just smiled politely and decided to play a along. "Like children."
He nodded and smiled. Then something flashed in his eyes. It was something about him that reminded me of someone. Well, I had never seen the dude before so I just decided to carry on. "In a minute then." I said and turned around to leave.
"Alright, alright Let's not rush it, Allie."
I knew it!
I turned around to the man again and stared intensively into his red eyes. "Caleb!" I said with a low voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I couldn't just ignore my favorite human girl, could I?" His New York accent started to show again.
I ignored his comment. "Do you have any idea how close I am to get it going with these two? You can't just pop up here without an invitation!"
"Whoa, whoa…" he said and held out his arm. "I was the one who gave you the ticket, remember? Do you really want to go to hell this early?"
I blushed and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. "You can't send me to hell before my time and you know it…"
"Well, no one said anything about cheating a little."
"You wouldn't!"
"Would I?"
My jaw stiffened and I tightened my fists but then I relaxed. "Ok, ok… let's try solve this like… adults…"
His eyebrow went to the air. "You. Adult? Don't make me laugh."
I knew that he was trying to make me pick a fight. But I'm much better than that Mr. Lonely, ha haa! I looked away. "Ok… just be quiet next time. " I said stoically.
He started cleaning the counter, trying to look as if he really was working there. His eyes rolled up to meet mine even though his face was turned a little down. "I wouldn't worry about me, sweet-heart. If I were you, I'd be out searching for angels now. Time fly's when your having fun." Then he gave me a flashing smile.
"I'm working on it…"
"I'd be working faster. Angels are complicated creatures. One minute they're in front of you. The next. Poof…" he made a swish with his hand. "It's like trying to catch a storm in a butterfly net."
"Thanks for the heads up" I said and took the glass and bottle he put on the counter. "But now I have to return to something - preferably some people who are a little nicer to me."
I turned around, but just before I did, I caught a glance of his eyes flashing dangerously red. Then even as I had walked half the way to the brothers I could hear the demons voice as if he was standing right beside me. "Run along, little rabbit. I'll find you when the time is right."
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I stepped out of the restaurant feeling the slightest discouraged but nonetheless, I smiled at Dean as I passed him. He held the door open to me and then he closed it. He looked a little content. Well, good for him that his day was flowing… unlike some other peoples day!
I had three angels to think about! Three! Which angels I should kill had I hadn't offered a second before. See what I mean when I say that I never really think before I do? Now, I could have killed Gabriel. But I didn't. I've always had the feeling that he'll turn up someday to help the Winchesters, but you know… maybe it's just a hunch. Hunches and me; we don't always work that well together.
Put the angels together. Then we have Anna – she's going to die anyway, Lucifer – He has to die, Uriel – Dead and won't miss him, Rafael – Dead, Joshua – No point in killing him, Zachariah – Nobody will miss him anyway, Castiel….
My eyes softened at the thought of him. Him I would never kill… There was really something about him… It was more than just the way he looked or what he was - ell, those factures did play important parts too – it was mostly about what he did that made him so special. Especially when he did things that was silly.
My thoughts turned entirely into the Castiel section. Picturing his face and his oh, so beautiful eyes you could sell your soul for I sighed. His face was shaped in a special way, and the high cheekbones completed the lines and structure of his look. There was no doubt I was attracted to this angel. Well, I could definitely dream on. Cause that is what it would always be. I will never be more than just eye candy, I sighed. Then my thoughts started to circulate around his amazing, seductive, tempting, masculine and wonderful lips. I just wondered how it would feel with the pressure and the warmth of his lips pressed on your own.
That's when I snapped back to reality.
Sam was looking kind of worried down at his phone. "Dean…" he said with an equally worried voice. He looked up. "It's Chuck. It sounds like he's in danger. Real. Danger."
Dean snatched the phone from Sam and read the text message quickly, his face looking stern and bitter the whole time. Then he threw it back to Sam and started to jog to the Impala while fiddling with his keys. "Let's go."
I didn't say a word and got in the car.
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I scratched the back of my head and looked out the window by my seat to see the small details I almost had no time to look at because Dean had to drive so fast over something that really wasn't something important. Sure there were three homicidal kids who were ghosts – which is pretty scary now that you come to think of it – but as long as they're controlled by the screaming lady who also happened to be a ghost, they were harmless. If it hadn't been for Sam and Dean playing "the real Ghostbusters" and burnt the lady's bones then no real person would ever have died.
I turned my head to look at the other seats window but my view was blocked by a person who hadn't been sitting there before. My breath was cut off and I turned my head to the other side to calm myself down from the surprise.
Sam looked back to see what was going on and a perplexed expression appeared on his face. "Cas…"
"C'mon, your gonna scare the life out of that kid." Dean said and looked up in the mirror. He didn't look the slightest happy to see Castiel.
I side glanced Castiel as if I didn't really believe he was there. "Your not supposed to be here now…" I said with a low suspicious voice.
He didn't look at me. Well, no surprise there.
Sam frowned and tilted his chin down a little to the side. "How did you find us? Don't we have pentagram imprints?"
"You do" Cas in an as-a-matter-of-fact way. Then his eyes rolled to meet mine in a second and then rolled back to Sams. "But she hasn't."
"That can't be good…"
"We're in a little bit of a rush here, Cas." Dean said louder with a dark voice. "We can't stop to chit chat over a cup of tea and biscuits, so anything you want to say spit it out and leave." Well, Dean really knew how to be straightforward.
"I have to borrow Allison."
WHAT? – was my first reaction. Well, I didn't say it out load but on the inside I was all question marks.
"Borrow? Care to elaborate?"
"I need her help."
"Yeah, that part I could master on my own." Dean said and rolled his eyes. "What for?"
"To find God."
"Never gonna happen!" Dean blew him off.
My eyebrows rose to the air.
"Dean, I need her help."
Dean nodded sarcastically. "Oh, need her help. For what? How's she going to help you?"
"It's complicated."
"I don't want to be the bitch in the conversation." Sam started and looked from Dean to Cas. "But I think it's best Allison stays away from us."
I snapped my head to where Sam was. What the…
Dean looked at Sam as if he couldn't believe him. One quick glance on the road and then looked back at Sam. "Sam…"
"You heard Cas. We have pentagram imprints that protect us from demons and angels detecting us. She hasn't. It'll be dangerous for her and harder for us to-…" Sam looked at me as if he was trying to choose his words. "-Do our job."
"Sam's right, Dean." Cas said with his hoarse voice. "She will be safe. I will let no harm come to her."
I blinked confused over the situation and lifted my hands. "Ok, ok. Everybody just freeze!" All eyes were on me. "First of all, quit talking about me as if I'm not here. Second, Cas can just give me an pentagram-whatever and it'll all be over with!"
"I will still need your help." Cas said with his dark voice turned to look completely at me. "Please… It's important."
My cheeks started turning red again. "To find God…"
Then something changed in Castiels eyes. It was as if he realized something.
"I don't have time for this…" Dean muttered and stepped on the gas, making the car go faster.
"I guess I can help…"
Sam moved on his seat so that he was completely facing us and he looked at me with strong eyes and then he said with a firm voice. "You'll be ok, I promise."
Melting…
"We have to go now…" I heard Cas voice from beside me, but I bent forward to Sam, gripped his shoulders to come closer and whispered in his ear. "The Lady isn't the bad one…"
I didn't say anything when Sam looked confused at me. But he had no time to ask any questions. Cas put his fingers on my forehead and then we were gone.
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Sam sat back in the seat and tilted his head thinking about what I had whispered to him. He was scowling and looking unfocused down at the gearbox. Then he scoffed.
It caught Dean's attention. "Sam?"
"Isn't it a little weird that Cas took Allison like that?"
"It's not exactly like he's looking for some fun in the clouds." He chuckled. "-And with her? Besides, weird is our thing. We go with weird."
Sam turned his face to his brother and said in a significant tone: "Yeah, paranormal and demon death rage-weird, but not an angel needing the help of a human girl to find God-weird."
Dean quirked his eyebrow in approval. "Point…"
"That's not the only thing that's bugging me. She keeps giving me messages."
At first Dean was looking at the road ahead of him with his natural expression, but then he realized when he had heard and slowly turned his face to look at his brother. "W-wha…" he started being a little unsure. "Messages… or messages." It was very clear what Dean meant.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, get your mind out of the gutter."
Dean looked at the road again, but not without widening his eyes in an inappropriate exaggerated apologetic look.
"Before, she whispered to me: play your roles. Right before we even had the chance to talk to the angel."
"So basically what your saying is that she is some freak medium?"
The look Sam gave his brother told Dean everything he thought about his comment. "What do you want me to say, Sammy?"
"The Lady is not the bad one."
Dean frowned. "You want me to say the lady is not the ba-…"
"That's what she whispered to me now."
"What, now now? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, and that's just it. I don't know until something happens that matches it. The exact same thing happened with Gabriel."
"Play your roles" Dean said and nodded, indicating that he was starting to understand. "So, your saying is that she is some psychic medium?"
"What I'm saying-" Sam began hardly holding up with his brother giving his unnecessary comments. "-Is that there are some things about this girl we don't know, and I'm thinking that it's best we find out soon. Maybe there is something real important we can't miss out on."
"Yeah, and now Cas has taken an interest in her."
Sam shook his head. "It can't be good."
Dean nodded his head to the side and then the crooked smile that always appeared when he was thinking about something half funny splattered across his face. "Well, you kind of have to wonder what happened to them when Gabe shipped them off to no where."
Sam rolled his eyes and looked at the road ahead of them. "The gutter, Dean. The gutter."
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Kitchen. That was the first word that came up in my head as I opened my eyes, finding myself surrounded by a simple cuisine featured with a wooden table, a few cupboards and a yellow oven. A kitchen. "We're going to find God in a kitchen?"
When no rigid answer came back I rolled my eyes to either side of the room, scanning for the former servant of heaven. I tightened the grip around the edge of the table I was leaning against and swallowed. "Cas?"
After waiting for a respond in a couple of seconds I gave it another try. "Castiel, are you there?"
I closed my eyes, disappointed and grieved that the angel wasn't close by. I bent forward to see if there was a door nearby. Perhaps I could go look for him, but I wasn't really prepared to stroll through a house – which I didn't own myself and had never even seen – just to find a lost little boy. But simultaneously it wasn't that smart to just sit down and wait for any kind of evil to find me.
I rolled my eyes and decided to go search for Castiel. Well, I didn't have to search long. Infact the first door – which now was the door leaving the kitchen – was occupied by a man wearing an all too familiar trench coat. His back was turned to me.
"Castiel…"
"We're were you?"
I put my hands on my hips, playing a vexed expression in my face. "Searching for you…"
He still didn't turn around but answered naturally with his dark and stoic voice. "What delayed you?"
"Morons who don't respond hen they're name is called."
Slowly he turned around, but didn't look up at me. His eyes were glued on the papers of a book he was holding in his hands.
"What's that?"
Finally he looked up with a clean-handed face together with his eyebrows lift in the air. He held the pages he was reading visual to me and then turned the book to show the title. "Summoning chants, rituals and symbols."
With no other words he passed me, pushed the wooden table to the side with no effort at all. "Who exactly are we going to summon?" I asked while walking towards him.
"Someone very special." Castiel answered and pushed a very ugly green carpet from the table to reveal wooden floorboards.
I looked around the room again and then the question struck me. "Cas…" I said and then looked down at him with an obvious confused expression. "Whose house is this?"
"The family's not at home and they won't be in a few weeks."
I nodded slowly, but doubtfully. "And… you made sure of that…" It wasn't a question.
"I made sure of nothing." He said and picked up the book again.
Feeling very misplaced I nodded again and then leaned against the wall. Restless and with nothing to do I started whistling softly and studied things that were lying around in the kitchen. Then finally I turned to him again, and I frowned when he was measuring the floorboards. Then my eyes trailed up to look at his focused and absolutely concentrated face. Was he even aware that the way he looked was arousing feelings in females around the world?
I shook my head and started to concentrate on our task, which was summoning someone he had yet to reveal to me. "A-are we going to summon… God?"
He stiffened and rolled his eyes up. "God cannot be summoned."
"Well, there's prayer? Isn't that a form of ritual?"
"It's a contact. But it won't make him appear."
I shrugged my shoulders and said with a low voice that really wasn't meant for him to hear: "Worked for Joseph Smith." Ever heard of the story about Joseph Smith who had a hard time deciding which church he would join and then read a scripture in the Bible that said "Anyone who lack of wisdom, let him ask of God.", he was told by God himself to join none of the churches and restore the real church to earth? Ever heard of that one? Well, now you have.
Castiel only gave me that look and the hum he always did when he for some reason seemed to not entirely accept something but really didn't have anything negative to say about it. I'm going to start calling that the hum. Like… oh, there goes the hum. Careful guys, he gave you the hum.
He broke our eye contact and returned to the book. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Boring…
So, then I decided to take a little stroll in the small little family house. Turned out the small little family had a big hobby for reading. The dark, shadow filled room just beside the kitchen was filled with shelf's that in their turn was filled with books in all kinds of sizes and colors. As if I had no shame in my body I stretched out my hand and gripped the closest book. I opened it and stiffened for a second. The title said Revenants. I blinked a few times and put the book back and put my hand thoughtfully over my chin. After a few seconds I gripped a new one, suddenly very curious. This title said Spirits. Wide eyed I looked all over the shelves. There had to be like at least a thousand books in the room. It was possible that every single book in the room contained facts of the unnatural. Of the supernatural.
Glancing up I was even more surprised when I saw that the shelves reaching up all the way to the sealing. Then I caught my eyes on a blood red book half way up. I squinted my eyes and managed to read the golden letters on the spine. It said: Angels. Again, surprise was written all over my face. Now I really wanted that book. I just had to have that book.
I bit my teeth together and considered climbing up, but then the thought of me being squashed beneath a heavy shelf and tons of books made me change my mind. I made a wimpy jump, reaching helplessly for the book and of course missed. Then I took a deep sigh and jumped as high as I could, grasping the book around it's spine as hard as I could and managed to pull it out a few inches. Again I jumped and pulled it more and then I accidentally let go, descending to the floor again. The blood red book winced on the shelf and then started to fall down towards me.
Before I could catch it a hand reached over my shoulder and captured it. My reflexes reacted immediately. I turned around like lightening and pressed myself against the bookshelf with great force, making a few books wince and unfortunately tumble down to the floor. One of the books fell down to hit Castiel right on the top of his head. He closed his eyes and sighed with a clear disturbed face.
"Oh…" I said with my hand over my mouth still pressing myself to the shelf and then realized how close Castiel was standing. He looked down at me with blanc eyes, saying nothing. "I'm sorry… " I said slowly but with a voice that didn't reflect the sentence. We fell silent and stared at each other. Finally I spoke. "I make books fall…"
He blinked and didn't move. "We need to start summoning now."
"Uhu…" I nodded but looked at bit anxious. Then I shook my head. "I still don't really understand my part in this. As you can see… books fall where ever I'm around."
"We're going to summon a special angel." Castiel said as if he hadn't heard me. "I need human blood to make the seal work."
One of my eyebrows lift to the air. That was why I was here? "Last time I checked…" I began but glanced down at his toes and then up to his face. "- Your vessel wasn't a Martian."
He tilted his head to the side. "I don't… understand that… However, there is a reason I cannot use my own vessels blood. I need the-…" He stopped in midstreams and suddenly he looked down as if he didn't want to look me in the eyes. I could see a small hint of blush on his cheeks.
Was I going to like this?
He looked up at me, with his eyes wandering about not wanting to completely look at me. "- I'll need the blood of a virgin."
I choked for a second, and then my eyes slowly widened. "Oh… I see…"
Awkward silence.
Suddenly I looked away. "Well, sorry can't help you with that!" I think my whole face was red, and I was grateful the room was dark.
Suddenly I felt him bend closer, and his breath was at my ear.
My eyes widened even more. Why did he do these kinds of things to me?
"I know what you are, and what you are not, Allison." He began speaking with a low voice. "And you are not… a Martian, but you are in fact pure and innocent."
"Ooook…" I said having enough and slipped away from him. "That's personal… for me." I backed up into the kitchen. "And… and it's a really, really bad time."
I couldn't look at him, so I turned around and walked back to were we were going to perform the summoning. Of course, Castiel was already there. "Are you ready to begin?" he asked.
"Define ready?" I said and looked at the salt that was lying on the table. "Are we expecting visitors?"
"Just a precaution."
Demons, I thought sarcastically. My best friends.
Finally I took a step forward holding my wrist protectively as if it as going to slit any second. "So…" I said doubtfully. "How do I do this?"
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Ok, I really hope you liked it! I've been fighting with it and I don't know if I nailed Castiels character. But please review about what you thought about it.
Have a great week!
Chrissoe
