Yeah, updating this because I can and I had to do something while finishing up the other chapters for my other stories. Sorry, for the errors, I know they're a lot but I can only catch so many. Anyway I don't own Supernatural just Ellis and India, hope you enjoy!


India sat in the back her pen pressing down hard against the paper of her journal. The smudges of the ink were present on the side of her hand as she glided her hand from side to side. Today had been a rough day for her friends and India wanted to feel bad really, she did, but she didn't. Instead, while her friends were down and feeling sad, she was feeling on top of the world. She had gone from feeling so down in the dumps to just wanting to run a marathon.

She kept glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure that Ellis was still sleeping soundly. She was pretty sure her friend had not slept in about two days and now it was taking its toll. She smiled as her friend was let out a slight snore letting India know of her exhaustion. Ellis never truly snored unless it was because she hadn't slept in days. She was a naturally light sleeper so when she was truly tired and her body was about to collapse, Ellis would actually sleep. She never told India if the voices kept going in her sleep but if she would waver a guess India would say that, yeah, it probably happened.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound of a door closing. India looked over at the clock and saw what time it was. No one except crazy people or people hiding something was up at this time. So, when she looked at the side mirror and saw that it was Sam Winchester she almost raised an eyebrow. When she had met him, he seemed somewhat well adjusted then again her standards were not very high.

Feeling that this was something she should intrude on India quietly opened the door. She spared one more glance back making sure that she had not woken up Ellis. When she found the sleeping form of her friend she turned back around and exited the car. Sam was starting the car by the time she was able to see where he was.

He pulled out of the parking lot just and India decided to see which way he was going. This way, at least, she might have an idea of where Sam was going direction wise. Her bare feet padded along the dirty pavement as she turned the corner and saw that Sam turning right. Giving in to her impulse she followed him the best she could, it wasn't hard for her to follow the tracks. You can say whatever the hell you want about her but you can't say that she isn't a good tracker. When she was young her parents forced her to join the girl scouts. Yes, she was bad at selling cookies but when it came to tracking and survival you might as well called her an eagle scout. She knew that she was never going to catch up with him but turning right made no complete sense at all. There was nothing major once you turned right, at least, none that she could remember.

India took out her phone and took pictures of all the streets signs that she had passed. The night was cold but she could barely feel it. Her feet were cold but she didn't care she would be fine by morning and it wasn't like she hadn't done worse to her body before. India had no idea how long she had walked but she knew she was well over half a mile. It was by this time that she could no longer tell where Sam was going. She had come to a split in the road and she had no real idea which way he would take.

Looking to her side she saw a neon sign lit up advertising a bar. Her interest was picked and she was quite thirsty so India made the decision to walk into the bar seeing no real problem with it. As she opened the door a bell rang and she was immediately greeted with the smell of cigar smoke and stale beer. The place itself looked quite run down and like no one had given it a second thought in years.

The place was filled with mostly me, sans the bartender, with ugly leather vests or denim jackets. If she had to guess she would say that they were part of a biker gang. Some of the onlookers gave her a glance and shook their heads. While the others were to busy playing a game of pool in the back and by the looks of it, they were betting money. Taking the steps forward she made her way to the bar climbing up one of the stools. Her feet were dangling off the stool and she cursed her small height, she must have looked like a child.

"You lost darlin?" The bartender asked her. She looked to be in her late forties with too much under eyeliner. She was wearing a bright pink shirt and a denim vest her ashy blonde hair pulled back into a braid.

"No." India said and reached into her back pocket pulling out a twenty, "I'm here for a drink."

The woman raised a pale blonde eyebrow, "What can I get you."

India looked over her shoulder and frowned. Everything seemed to look like beer and cheap beer at that, "Do you have anything that isn't beer?" She quipped.

"No." She said deadpanned and India got the impression that this woman didn't want her here. Well, she shits out of luck because India just wanted something to drink.

"Okay." She sighed and clasped her hand in front of her letting her shoulders sag down, "I'll take the most alcoholic beverage you've got."

"You sure?" She questioned her.

India glared, "Can you just shut up and take my money already." The woman glared back and took the money she had on the counter away from her. She was gone and so was India's attention with her. There was only so much that she could handle with people and their constant need to question everything she does. This woman was pushing her to her limit and she could already feel the anger filling up from inside of her.

Her leg bouncing up and down she waited for the woman to get her the drink. It did not escape her attention that the two men sitting only a few seats down from her kept glancing at her. She could feel their gazes on her. After years of being a hunter, she knew when people were looking at her and when people were not. She took her phone out and began scrolling through her recent history to find the tab that she had been looking for. She knew that lore online was not the most reliable but there was always some truth to it.

Ellis had told her in the waiting room what she had seen. To India this meant nothing and she couldn't honestly think of anything supernatural that described a white light. Huffing in defeat when she could not find the page she was looking for she opened up her google tab. She carefully tipped in the name again.

Castiel. Nothing came up in the search results other. Instead, the italic blue lines under it said Did you mean Cassiel? Feeling like there was nothing wrong with the name and it looked similar enough she clicked on it and then like magic her phone lit up with a bunch of references. All of them having to do with religion. Clicking on the first one, which happened to be a historian page, she quickly skimmed over it trying to find something. Her heart then stopped when she saw what Cassiel was and India could feel her blood pumping.

An angel. Cassiel was a fucking angel. India almost shook her head, that couldn't be right because angels weren't real. But, demons were and if India's grandma had ever taught her anything it's that the world needs balance. Hunters and monsters, God and Lucifer, Good and Evil; Angels and Demons. Sane people and insane people.

India wasn't going to lie her grandma was about the only person that tried to understand her. She was the only one who didn't try to fix her. She wasn't religious by any means but she was a woman that believed in Karma and balance. She always told her that India had Bipolar for a reason and that she should not be ashamed of it. Of course, there was going to be times in her life when things got tough and it seemed that all hope was lost. When those times come, her grandma had said, remember those who are close to you.

"Just because you can do something on your own. Doesn't mean that you should do it on your own."

India was brought out of her little mind trip by the woman came back with her drink. She slammed it on the counter causing it to spill a little bit. India didn't even thank her, if she was going to be rude and act like a child when she was going to treat her like a child. Taking the drink, she began to chug it not caring about the stares that were coming her way. With one last gulp, she slammed the glass back onto the counter and wiped her upper lip of the beverage. The beer wasn't too bad, it was dark and tasted nutty, but it just needed something to go with it. She had managed to drink at least half of it.

"I wonder." A sickly southern voice came from her right. India looked over to see a man who hadn't been there before now appear. He was tall and skinny with age lines appearing on his face. His eyes were empty but his smile almost made her want to shutter. "What's someone like you doing here in a place like this."

"Getting a drink." She snapped, "Isn't that obvious?"

The man chuckled, "Yes, but I meant why are you in this town. You don't seem to be around from here."

"I'm not." India said quickly, "I'm not really from anywhere I'm just passing through."

"Business?" The man asked.

"No."

"So, it's pleasure." He said his smile curled even more. India sure didn't like the tone of his voice. If she was being honest it really creeped her out.

"No, my friend she ended up in the hospital. Her eyes got burnt from looking at…something for too long."

The old man 'tsked' as if he was scolding Pamela for her actions. He even went as far as wagging his finger in the air, "It's bad to look at the bright light for too long. Bad things can happen when you start looking in those neck of the woods."

"I'm sorry who are you, Creepy Old Man?" India finally snapped.

The old man chuckled and took a sip of his drink and turned towards her more. "I've gone by many names but for you, my darling…you can just call me Alistair." He held his hand out but India did not take it. Instead, she glared at it hoping that her stare would do something.

"Well, Alistair, stupid name, by the way, I would say that it was nice meeting you but then I would be lying. So, I'm going to leave now and if you follow me I will not hesitate to shoot you with my gun." India then got off her stool and started marching for the door. As she reached for it and was about to pull it open the man yelled at her.

"Do you like pain, India?" He asked and she froze on the spot craning her neck so she could hear a little bit better. "So many people in this world, when they experience pain they think that they can choose not to feel it. They are wrong of course but I wonder about you Miss Decker, you feel the pain that much I can tell but it seems that you don't suffer from it."

Balling her hands into fist India did something that Ellis would have called rash. She took her gun from the back of her pants and pointed it at the man if that's what he was. Not even hesitating she shot the gun and a loud bang echoed throughout the bar. All the customers flinched or ducked at the sound of the gun but India did not move from her spot. Instead, she smiled as she watched the old man looking down at his body in confusion. His hand coming to feel the now wet spot that was over his chest.

She watched as the white shirt that he was wearing blossomed with red. She watched as the man stumbled back and was almost confused at the fact that he was actually hurt by the bullet coming from her gun. Knowing that there was no time to spare she put her gun back in her pants and began running down the sidewalk.

This was going to be hard to explain to Ellis.


Ellis should have known better than to think she could actually get a full night of sleep. Call her an optimist but she just wanted six uninterrupted hours of sleep. Was that so much to ask for? Ellis certainly didn't think so but here she was. Crouching over in her van in the fetal position her hands clasped over her ears as the voice, Castiel, she reminded herself was screaming at Dean once again.

"He not getting the fucking message you moron!" She screamed hoping that for once the voice would take pity on her. It didn't and she grunted as she forced herself up and onto her feet kicking open the back door and jumping out of the van. It was like every part of her body was sensitive to this voice, even the slightest movement was making her grunt in pain. Ellis almost felt like she was made of glass as she was moving to the Winchester's shared room.

Not caring, Ellis busted open the door. She looked in horror as Dean pointed a gun at her while clutching his one ear with his free hand. "What's that going to do you, idiot!" She shouted but she got the feeling that Dean hadn't got the message. Seconds later the pain was too much for him and Dean collapsed to the ground clutching his ears. Ellis tried to tough it out but Castiel's yelling was becoming too much and she too dropped to her knees. All the glass from around her broke and Ellis almost cursed herself for not putting on her jacket. She could feel the tiny shards embed themselves into her skin and she tried her best to army crawl over to where Dean was. He too was hunched over the floor in pain although she can imagine that his pain was far worse than hers. She had never been told was the sound was like when they were talking or screaming. All she really heard were their voices and nothing else. Sometimes there would be a slight ringing in the background but their voices kind of tune that all out.

"WOULD YOU SHUT IT ALL READY!" She yelled at the sky as she tried moving Dean out of the way. Then just like that his screaming stopped and once again the voices returned to their normal volume. Ellis was about to ask Dean if he was alright when the door burst opened and Bobby came barreling into the door. His gun was in one hand while he looked around for the enemy in the other.

"DEAN!" He shouted out and came over to them kneeling down to make sure that he was okay.

Ellis was just looking at his shotgun with confusion, "What the hell were you planning on doing with that thing?" She asked, "Were you just planning on shooting thin air?!"

"Can you shut the hell up." Dean grumbled as he tried his best to get up while avoiding the glass, "The shrillness of your voice is irritating my ears."

"Well your pure stupidity is hurting my brain but you don't see me complaining about it." She snapped back and crossed her arms over her chest. Bobby helped Dean to his knees and they both did a three-sixty of the room. Their gaze finally made it to her and she stood there wondering why they were lingering on her more. "What?" She finally asked snapping a bit.

"You're bleeding." Dean said and he motioned to her arms.

Ellis looked them over and shrugged, "And so are you." She pointed out with her hand, "So, now that we got the obvious out of the way, let's move onto the more complicated stuff. First off, where are Sam and India? Second, why is there so much glass in this hotel room? Lastly, who the hell did you piss off Dean?!"

As Dean crinkled his eyes and opened his mouth to answer India came bursting through the door. "We need to go." She said quickly they all shot her a look of confusion and she made a 'hurry up' motion with her arms, "I'll explain later, right now we need to leave."

That seemed to be all the convincing that both parties needed. Within two minutes everyone was out the door rushing into the parking lot. Dean was holding a cloth to his head trying to wipe away the blood while Ellis was carefully picking out the glass from her arms. The girls were about to get into their van when Bobby motioned for them to get into the back of his. Dean then made the 'What the hell' motioned with his arms and Ellis tried not taking offense to it.

"Get it the damn car you idjits," Bobby yelled at them.

India then turned to look at her confused, "Did he just insult us?" She questions.

Ellis crinkled her nose, "I think he did." She confirmed. Ellis then stared at Bobby and Dean, "Why do we need to get in the car?" She yelled back.

"Who the hell cares just get in." Dean yelled at them and Ellis made a face. India, who still wanted to get out of there, quickly jogged over to the car and got into the back seat. Ellis stood by the van hesitant to move. Dean took notice of her hesitance and seemed to be annoyed by it, "Come on Jean Grey I don't have all day here."

Ellis perked her head to the side, "Jean Grey?" She asked as she walked towards him slowly.

Dean shifted on his feet side to side, "Yeah, because she hears voices in her head."

"Jean Grey can read minds that's why she hears voices. Me, I just hear them because … reasons I guess."

Dean smirked at her, "You have such a way with words, you know." He said sarcastically.

Ellis snorted as she scooted closer next to an excited India. She would have talked back to him but right now she had a different thing to worry about. One of them being her still bleeding arms and the little fragments of glass that didn't seem to want to come out. She tried her best to remove them from the darkness of the night. It didn't help though that Bobby was driving like a madman and India was bobbing her leg up and down.

She could feel her heart started to beat faster. Her eyesight was becoming blurry and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. The car was starting to feel incredible too small and Ellis was starting to feel like her mouth was closing up on her. "Did you know that the Roman Emperor Gaius made his horse a senator." She stuttered out quickly trying to calm herself down. When she talked it was no longer difficult and the feeling went away. When she talked she was able to be distracted enough?

"What?" "The hell?" Both Bobby and Dean said at the same time and Ellis continued to stare at her arms.

"And…And the Romans also used urine as a mouthwash." She said again her voice was a bit stronger this time.

"Is there a point to this?" Dean asked while pressing the red rag to his head.

"She freaking," India said calmly and Ellis glared at her friend who merely shrugged. India seemed already bored with the car ride and the passing scenery. "It's her thing for whenever she starts to panic about something. She just starts spewing random history facts, you can tune her out most of the facts are useless anyway."

"They are not useless they are funny and interesting." Ellis snapped while turning to her friend.

India raised an eyebrow while smirking, "To you." She said back.

Ellis could feel her cheeks heat up and she was thankful that it was dark outside. The voices in her head were at their normal volume level. It's why she hated the silence so much because when it was quiet she could hear them more. Ellis leaned back onto the seat and let out a groan of frustration, "I just don't like silence so can someone please talk. I don't care what it's about. It can be about cats, the radio, cars, hell porn for all I care! I just need someone to talk!"

There was a lapse of silence and disbelief before Bobby finally shifted in his seat and looked over to Dean. "You okay kid?" he asked.

"Yeah, I will be as soon as I get these damn church bells out of my head."

Ellis smiled thinking about what that must feel like. To have no voices in your head and the only voice you do hear is your own. She listened as Dean shuffled around and she peered over the seat to see that he had gotten a cell phone out of his pocket. She was assuming that he was calling Sam considering they had kind of left him behind. Well, actually he left them so really, he just needed to get with the program already.

"Do you hear anything when the church bells ring?" Ellis asked quietly.

Dean tried looking over his shoulder at her. Ellie had widened her eyes and was picking at her already short nails. A habit she had picked up from her time spent in the mental health facility, she had tried to kick it many times. But, it seems that no matter what she did, she always came back to her nails. Dean's green eyes showed a hint of sadness.

"No." He said finally and Ellis frowned. She was hoping that she wasn't the only one that heard something. That maybe Dean coming back from Hell would mean that he could do other things as well.

Giving a sigh of disappointment Ellis looked over to India who was tapping her foot up and down. She was also hiding her right hand from her in the sleeve of her sweater. Ellis reached out and grabbed it pulling the sleeve down to see that there was a slight burn mark on her hand. A burn mark that she usually only got from when she fired her gun at someone.

"India?" Ellis whispered while Dean was talking on the phone. "What did you do?"

India face curled into a snarl, "It doesn't matter, the guy was a creep anyway."

"You still don't shoot random people."

"He wasn't random." India spat back pulling her in closer, "He knew my name. My full name. Now, look, I know I can't see demons as clearly as you. But, I know one when I hear one and let me tell you that was one."

Ellis was about to retort back that yes, it may have been a demon, but not you still cannot just randomly shoot it in the middle of a public place. India may had asked her how she knew she was in a public place to which Ellis would have said, "Cut the shit India, I've known you for almost five years now. If anyone can sniff out a bar it's you."

Unfortunately, she never got to those words. Why may you ask? Because she had caught the last bit of Dean's sentence to Bobby. The words caused her to whirl around and place herself in between Bobby and Dean her arms laying on the back of both headrests. "Are you insane?!" She cried out. "We understand jack shit about this thing and you want to summon it?"

"That's not true." Dean said holding his finger up, "We understand something about it."

Ellis snorted, "And what's that?" She asked sarcastically.

Dean turned around the best he could to face her, "You can understand it." He said, "You've already said to us multiple times that whenever we hear the ringing you hear a voice."

"That could mean anything. It doesn't that I understand, it could mean that it wants me to understand it."

She looked over to Bobby to see that he had shifted in his seat a bit. A look of guilt passing on his face, "I don't know Dean. Ellis has a point; this thing could be anything."

Dean the took out a knife and waved it in the air, "Which is why we prepare for anything."

Ellis' eyes widened at the knife. It looked old and from what she could see there was something carved into the blade. Leaning forward she snatched the knife out of Dean's hands like a child and started to inspect it. "Hey!" Dean cried out but Ellis had already fallen back into her chair.

As she turned the knife over she gave a rough estimate of how old it was. There were strands of something on the blade. It almost seemed similar to the dark veins that she had seen with Sam and types of magic she had seen on witches. "Where did you get this?" She asked looking up at the rearview mirror.

"A demon gave it to us, her name was Ruby, says it can kill any demon."

"She's not wrong." Ellis said confirming it. The symbols on the knife looked to be Kurdish, who were well known for vanquishing evil. "This knife is ancient and symbols on here look to be made around the 7th century and looks Middle Eastern. My best guess is Kurdish but I could be wrong."

She watched the sides of Dean's shoulders shrug, "Fascinating. Now can I have it back?"

Ellis nodded her head and handed the knife back to Dean. It brought up the question of why a demon would give hunters a demon-killing knife. She had never teamed up with a demon before for multiple reasons. The main one being, they're fucking demons. They were going to stab you in the back no matter the outcome was. Both literally and figuratively. She didn't know where the Winchester brothers stood with helping demons but she had a feeling that Sam was a little more lenite then Dean.

"Now back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." Dean said waving the knife around again. "We have the magic-wielding knife, you've got an arsenal in the truck and Wikipedia here can be the translator." He said pointing back to Ellis.

"Demonic." India said from her spot and Ellis could barely make out her features in the dark. The only thing that enabled her to see her face was the pacing highway lights.

"What?" Ellis and Dean said at the same time.

"Everything that Disney Princess here listed was demonic or some variation."

"So?" Bobby asked.

"So, what if it isn't demonic. What if instead of it being demonic it was…divine?"

Dean snorted, "You think this thing might come from Heaven?" he asked unbelievingly.

India glared at him, "I believe in balance and you've been to Hell yourself. You can't tell me that after that you don't think that there might be a Heaven."

"Angels aren't real."

"I didn't say they were. All I'm saying is that we should keep out options open and crowd this thing into one corner."

"Alright, all you idjits need to shut up!" Bobby yelled as he slammed his foot on the breaks and all four of them went launching forward. Bobby had pulled off onto the side of the road and put the car into park. Ellis wasn't going to lie, she felt like she was about to get yelled out by a parental figure because her siblings were fighting. Grumbling the older man took off his seatbelt and turn around with his finger pointing out. "Now listen here." He said, "We are going to take a vote and see whether or not we should go after this thing. All in favor?" Dean and India raised their hands.

Ellis glared at her, "I have a hunch." Was all India told her.

Bobby then frowned at Ellis, "Sorry Ellis, the majority rules."

"What, so your vote doesn't count?" Ellis asked as Bobby put the car back into drive.

Bobby chuckled slightly, "Oh over the years I've learned that when the Winchester boys want to do something. They're going to do it no matter how stupid it may be, I try to just make sure they don't royally screw up."

"Was that supposed to be comforting?" Ellis asked but she didn't get a reply.

This was going to be a long, long day.


Ellis stood on the tips of her toes while she sprayed the last of the symbol on the wall. Spraying the last bit of it she went back down and sighed in relief. It was done and she looked around to admire the rest of the barn. She and Bobby really went to town on the place but they wanted to make sure that whatever it was they got it.

India and Dean weren't much help but that didn't surprise her. While Dean was gearing up the arsenal India had decided to play with the knives. Now, Ellis loved her friend and knew that she was very skilled in many areas but seeing her twirl a knife concerned her just a bit. Especially when said friend was grinning like a Cheshire Cat while she tossed it up into the air and barely caught it with her hand. It was actions like that, that made Ellis want to warn her friend but she knew how far she could step. She might be India's best friend but that didn't mean that they hadn't gotten into their fair share of fights during an episode. She just hoped that Winchester would do anything stupid.

"Some art project you got there." Dean said.

Ellis walked over to the table and sat down next to India. "Every trap and talisman from every faith on the globe." Bobby said.

"I still don't think we need them." India said picking at her nails with the knife. "You're still thinking that this thing is a monster. But, all of the actions say otherwise, you need to stop thinking like a hunter for just one second and see the signs."

"This thing burned Pamela's eyes out." Dean said leaning against the table a bit.

India stood up and took the same stance, "Well this thing also brought you back from the pits of Hell!"

"Look, Whiplash." He said pointing a finger at her, "This, whatever the Hell it is, is powerful enough to do that. Think of what it can do if it wanted to, you don't think we should take this Asshole out?"

"And make more enemies no, I don't. Because Dean, if there's one thing I learned, is that assholes have friends too." India slammed her hands down on the table and was breathing heavily as if she was holding herself back. Finally, giving one last grunt she swiveled on her feet and stomped out of the barn slamming the door on her way out. A few moments later, a banging sound could be heard from outside and Ellis knew that India had found something to hit.

Dean then gave her a look and Ellis deflated running and hand through her now dirty, unwashed, blonde hair. "Let's do this." She sighed and stood up taking her gun with her as Bobby walked over to the summoning table.

"Amate Spiritus Obscure…" Bobby started speaking and Ellis was able to tune out the rest of it.

Ellis stood there for five minutes waiting for something to happen but nothing ever did. Soon, she let her guard down and throw the gun onto the ground. Dean looked over at her and she rolled her eyes, "It's not coming." She said while shaking her head, "I would have heard it by now." Dean seemed to take this to heart as he walked over to the table and sat down on top of it. Bobby followed suit a few moments later.

So, there it was. The three of them sitting down at the table waiting for something to be summoned. Whatever the hell this thing was it better have a good excuse for being so late, and she wasn't going to take traffic as one. Ellis sat next to Dean on the bench while he sat on top of the table, Bobby was right across from them whistling softly. The silence was about to ruin her and the only thing that stopped her from spewing out history facts was the soft grunting of India from outside.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Dean said looking down at her.

Ellis turned her head and looked up at him lazily, "Something tells me you're going to ask regardless of my answer so, sure ask away." She replied giving a fake smile.

"Why are you hunting?" he asked. "You seem normal enough, minus the voices in your head and well, Whiplash out there."

Ellis took a deep sigh and rubbed her face with her hands as if it took away her exhaustion. "This is my normal, Dean." She answered him, "Seeing demon's real faces, visions, voices in my head. That's always been my reality, my normal. I can't just pretend like that stuff doesn't exist, I mean I would literally go insane." She then laughed and watched as Dean smiled slightly as he lifted an eyebrow at her statement and unintentional pun. She then shrugged her shoulder, "I don't care about doing what's right or wrong. I just want to know what the hell is going on and maybe finally get some answers."

"And Whiplash?" He asked as he nodded his head towards the outside.

Ellis smiled, "She's just a really loyal friend, who has too much time on her hands."

As if she was listening in, India kicked opened the door and walked back into it. Ellis took notice of her bloodied hands that were littered with multiple tiny cuts. It looked like India had gotten into a boxing match with a car and the car lost. She eyed them all with slight interest, "What the hell is taking this thing so long?" She asked loudly.

Dean then looked to Bobby, "Are you sure you did the ritual right?" He asked. Bobby then gave Dean a look and it shut him up right away.

"Well, enough of this bullshit, we know the thing's name so let's just call it." India then walked forward and cupped her hands around her mouth. She took and deep inhale of breath and yelled out, "CASTIEL!" once and nothing happened, "CASTIEL!" She yelled again even louder.

Then the wind started howling. The roof of the barn started banging and Ellis got the feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was coming. By the way, the hair on the ends of her arms was standing it was something big. Grabbing her gun, she stood up with everyone else and waiting for this thing to show.

"Wishful thinking but maybe it's just the wind?" Dean said.

By the sound the of the voices getting louder in her head Dean was incorrect. She didn't have to say it though because by the look on his face he also knew that he was wrong. The lights then blew out from above and everyone started to duck but not her. Ellis, instead, looked ahead and saw a bright shining light walking towards them as the barn doors opened. The shining light caused her to drop the gun and Ellis just knew that this was the same thing that she had seen at Pamela's. As she blinked a couple of times though, the bright light disappeared. Instead, it had been replaced with a man with blue eyes black hair and a trench coats.

She heard the firing of gunshots and she looked around her to the others firing their weapons. The shots didn't affect the man, Castiel, at all and he walked forward as if it was nothing. The voices were now all amplified and Ellis felt as if she needed to put her hands up and plug her ears shut. They were angry at Castiel for reason. She even actually heard a voice say "Drama queen." And Ellis swears that one she's heard in person before.

Castiel walked over to face Dean, who had grabbed the demon-killing knife and was holding it behind his back. Castiel had walked up close to Dean and Ellis wasn't going to lie, Castiel actually looked pretty genuine about being there. Like, he didn't want to harm them at all and he was just pretty fed up with their shit or their attempts to summon him.

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

India crinkled her nose and leaned over to Ellis, "Tax accountant say what now?" she whispered not understanding what Castiel had meant.

Ellis didn't even bother leaning over to reply, instead, she lifted her finger and pointed it at him. Her face contorted in that of confusion and understanding at the same time, "You're the one that lifted him from Hell." She said.

"Yeah." Dean mumbled, "Thanks for that." He then lunged forward and buried the demon-killing knife right into Castiel's heart. Except it did nothing and India lowered her gun and smile gracing her face and the concept that she was right. Ellie almost stopped at the thought, not because India was right but because of why she was right. It wasn't something evil or from Hell, it was something divine sent from Heaven above. It was one of the voices inside her head.

Castiel smiled slightly and looked down at the knife like it was nothing. He then took it and dragged it out of his body and dropped it onto the ground like it was a toothpick. Bobby then tried sneaking up on him but Castiel had sensed it and grabbed his arm. Then he put two fingers to Bobby's forehead and she watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell to the ground.

"We need to talk, Dean." Castiel said his gaze over to her and Ellis, "Alone."

"India go." Ellis commanded. She would be damned if she was going to miss out on the only opportunity she had at getting answers. India could go because she was unstable and she didn't want the almighty one getting pissed off. The redhead opened her mouth to protest but Ellis shot her a look and she got the idea, once again stomping off out of the barn. Which left just her with Dean and Castiel.

Castiel walked over to her and placed two fingers on her forehead. Unlike Bobby, Ellis did not crumble to the ground causing Castiel to frown, "Usually this works."

Ellis then gulped and gently removed his fingers from her forehead, "I think you'll find that a lot of things don't work on me."

He narrowed his eyes at her in confusion and giving up Castiel turned away from her. Then turned his gaze back over to Dean who had kneeled down and was taking Bobby's pulse. Ellis didn't need that confirmation because she could tell by the rising and falling of his chest that Bobby would still be fine. Finally, Castiel walked over to the summoning table and started sifting through one of their books. "Your friend is alive." He said casually as he turned another page.

"Who are you?"

"Castiel. I thought you would know since one of you called out my name."

"That's what brought you here?" Ellis asked.

Castiel spared her a glance and nodded his head once confirming it for her. Dean then glared at Ellis who shrugged her shoulders. How was supposed to know that India's simple idea of shouting out his name would work? It was then that Ellis realized that India was actually a pure fucking genius when she was in one of her manic episodes.

"Yeah, I figured that much I meant what are you?" Dean spat.

Castiel finally looked up from the book and stared at Dean, "I'm an Angel of the Lord."

If Ellis was drinking something now would be the time for a spit take. Just then the barn door flew open and she witnessed India falling down onto the ground. Ellis cringed as she realized that her friend must have been listening in to the conversation. Although she wondered how much because Castiel wasn't exactly projecting his voice all that much.

India got up from her place on the ground and pointed at Castiel, "I knew it!" She screamed declaring her victory. Then put her arms up in the air, "What did I say, 'If it's not demonic then it's divine'."

Ellis would have scolded her friend if it hadn't been for the murderous look on Dean's face. She watched as the hunter slowly got up from the ground his fist clenched tightly at his side. His glare was focused solely on Castiel, who looked hopeful that Dean might believe him. "Get the hell out of here." He said in a low voice that sent chills up Ellis's back. "There's no such thing."

Castiel, while ignoring India, made his way in front of Dean. He lowered his head slightly so that his gaze was directly into Dean's eyes. Ellis wasn't going to lie if he wasn't doing that to her she wouldn't know whether to be scared or turned on. "This is your problem, Dean." Castiel declared, "You have no faith."

Then there was more rumbling and lights flickering and soon Ellis's breath was taken away. She had no idea what Dean or India was seeing. To her, all she could see were huge, beautiful, majestic, black wings and not just any wings that had emerged from a bright light. The sight was so startling that Ellis actually whispered, "Holy shit." As she watched the wings retreat back into Castiel's back.

After a moment of silence Dean finally, responded, "Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes."

Castiel sighed in defeat and shook his head, "I warned her not to spy on my true form." He took another step forward, "It can be overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice…but you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and the motel?" Dean asked. "That was you talking?"

Castiel nodded his head.

"I would hate to hear you shout," Ellis said before she could even restrain herself. The sentence caused both men to look over at her, "I practically went deaf when you were shouting for Dean in the motel."

"Yeah, buddy lower the volume next time."

"That was my mistake." Castiel confessed, "Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"Well, he's a people person, now isn't he?" India whispered to her again. Ellis would have laughed at the comment but things were too intense to do so.

"And what visage are you are you in now, huh? What holy tax accountant?" Dean asked as he squared up Castiel.

"He's in a vessel." Ellis said interrupting the angel, "Aren't you?" she said walked forward.

Castiel once again nodded again grabbing his clothes. He looked like he didn't know what he was really wearing but wasn't bothered by it either. It almost looked like Dean had asked him what brand he was wearing and Castiel was going to reply something like 'Goodwill'. "Yes. This? This is a vessel."

"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked pointing the knife towards Castiel more.

"He's a devout man. He actually prayed for this."

Ellis couldn't understand why anyone would want this. She knew that she wasn't an angel because of…obvious reasons. But, if it meant having to deal with the voices in her head on a regular term that Ellis would be running for the hills. On the conversation that she could pick up on they all seemed like terrible people.

"Look, buddy, I not selling what you're buying so who are you really?"

Castiel tilted his head to the side as if he was studying Dean, "I told you."

"Right." Dean said sarcastically, "And why would an angel recuse me from Hell?"

"Good things, do happen Dean." Castiel told him as he walked closer to him. He was now less than a foot away from him.

"Not in my experience." Dean grumbled while staring down at the shorter man or angel?

"What's the matter?" Castiel asked as if he was talking to a child, "You don't think you deserved to be saved?"

Dean looked about .5 seconds away from punching Castiel in the face. She could tell that he was holding back. Ellis then got the feeling that maybe he didn't have the best childhood growing up and he had a lot of pent-up emotions.

"Why'd you do it?" India asked stepping forward now standing side by side with Dean. Ellis didn't know what she was doing. But thought that maybe Dean wouldn't be killed by the powerful angel if he had someone to calm him down. She didn't hold him back physically but Ellis could tell that her words were and that she had to be careful.

Castiel then turned her gaze to her his piercing blue eyes staring into India's brown ones. India for her part did not back down or show any fear. She wasn't graveling though either, from her body language Ellis, could tell what she was doing. In her own way, India was telling Castiel that she believed him but did not fear him. Once again Castiel stepped closer to her and looked down at her, India once again craning her neck to gaze back at Castiel. "You called me here." Castiel said doing another head tilt, "You have faith." He observed.

India smirked and raised her eyebrow, "I wouldn't call what I have faith."

"Yet you believe me?"

"'Seeing is believing. But, sometimes the most real things in the world are the things you can't see.'" India said quoting her favorite line from the movie The Polar Express. "I've seen a lot of weird things in my life that required seeing to believe. So many myths and legends it's hard to wrap your head around them, they all get so complex. But angels?" She said clicking her tongue then tilting her head the side as he had, "Not that complex."

Castiel's gaze soon turned into a glare, "I pulled you out because God commanded it, Dean." He said while still staring at India. He turned his gaze away from her and walked over to Dean instead, "Because we have work for you." Then in a fluttering of wings, Castiel vanished.

"Well," India said breaking the stunned silence, "You have to hand it to him, dude knows how to make an exit."

Then Ellis said the one word that could sum up the entire situation. "Fuck."