Bobby basically kicked them out the next day, telling them that they still had a job to do and they couldn't do it from his couch. Chloe got a crash course in hunting from Dean who was more than pleased that she knew her way around firearms and was even pretty efficient with a cross bow. Even so, he made sure to let her know that her job was to stay in the motel, she was not there to help them hunt and he wasn't going to put her in the middle of a fight she couldn't handle. Chloe made sure to let Dean know that she did whatever she wanted to do and it was going to be up to her to decide what she needed to do to protect him. If she thought she needed to go on a hunt, then she was going on a hunt and that was that.

The argument lasted for a week and a half and it wasn't until Chloe saved Sam's ass from a demon in Flagstaff did Dean grudgingly admit that she could come along if she wanted. Later Chloe had to admit to Sam that her heroic last minute save was actually a fluke. Sam just smiled at her and mentioned that if it weren't for flukes, he and Dean would have been dead years ago, clapping her on the back and welcoming her to the job.

The next morning Dean was cleaning his guns as Chloe showed Sam the inner workings of her computer. "How in the world did you get it to do that?" Sam asked astonished as Chloe pushed a few buttons.

"I like to think of myself as pretty technologically literate, I had an advanced supercomputer living in my head for six months but when Victor tried to explain how he did that, I think my head almost cracked open." Chloe laughed.

"And everything is in this code?" Sam wondered.

"Kryptonian. It's very useful as a secret code goes because it's a completely different language, there's no way to crack it unless you can read it. It took forever to write a translation program but it was worth it." Chloe shrugged. "I sort of write everything in it now, my own version of short hand. Drives Oliver crazy cause he can't read it."

Dean's phone rang and he answered it frowning before he hung up. "Come on." Dean started packing his guns up. "We've got a job."

"Where?" Sam frowned as Chloe put her computer away.

"So you're going to die?" Chloe looked at them skeptically. Apparently Bobby called with a lead on a seal, there was a town where people had stopped dying and they suspected a problem with Reapers. They'd called a friend of the guys, a witch named Pamela who was going to help them out by technically killing them.

"Technically." Sam winced.

"What's the big deal?" Dean smiled at her. "You do it all the time."

"You're a funny guy." Chloe glared at him then smacked him in the head.

Pamela laughed. "I like her." She sat down at the table. "You should keep her around."

"Can't get rid of her if I tried." Dean smiled. "She's my self appointed protector."

"Good for you." Pamela smiled at Chloe. "But you've got your work cut out for you."

"Don't I know it." Chloe turned to Dean. "How can I possibly be expected to protect your dumb ass when you are voluntarily dying?"

"I just like to make your job more challenging." Dean smiled at her and sat on the bed.

"You guys ready?" Pamela asked. Sam and Dean nodded and Pamela started weaving her spell. Chloe watched as Dean and Sam's bodies both fell back against the bed but there was still a Sam and Dean sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Holy crap do you see that?" Chloe got up and walked over. When Pamela turned to her and lifted the glasses Chloe blushed. "Sorry." She stuck a hand out and it went straight through Dean's chest.

"Hey!" Dean protested.

"That is so cool." Chloe smiled.

"You can see us?" Sam asked her.

"You're right there?" Chloe pointed out. "But you're sort of transparent."

"You can see ghosts?" Pamela asked her.

"I guess so." Chloe shrugged.

"Well that would have been something good to know before we turned into ghosts so that we could see ghosts." Dean told her.

"How was I supposed to know I could see ghosts?" Chloe argued. "I deal with meteor freaks, not supernatural freaks."

"Good point." Dean said. "We should get going."

Sam and Dean left and Chloe was alone with Pamela. They were silent for a few minutes until Chloe coughed. "Do you mind if I ask you, how that happened?" Chloe asked. "The eye thing?"

"Talk to your friend Castiel." Pamela said. Chloe seemed shocked for a second. "It wasn't on purpose. He warned me not to look for him, but the guys asked me to so." She shrugged. "Shit happens."

"Do you want…I mean if you could, would you want it fixed?"

"My eyes were melted from the inside out, I'm thirty two years old and I have to re-learn how to read. I had to have someone come in and rearrange my whole house so I wouldn't put on two different colored socks. What do you think?" Pamela sneered at her.

"Yeah ok, point taken." Chloe laughed. "I could fix that."

"The sock problem?" Pamela smiled. "I fixed that, I just buy white socks now, but thanks."

"No I meant your eyes." Chloe explained. "I can fix your eyes."

Pamela stared in Chloe's direction. "Are you messing with me?" She finally asked.

"No." Chloe shook her head. "I'm serious."

"Ok." Pamela said skeptically. "Why not, give it your best shot." She snorted. "Not sure what you can do against an Angel of the Lord."

"You'd be surprised." Chloe said under her breath as she took off Pamela's glasses. Pamela jerked backward and Chloe laid a reassuring hand on her arm. "It's ok."

"Sorry." Pamela sighed. Chloe laid her other hand over Pamela's eyes and took a deep breath. "What are you doing exactly?"

"I have no earthly idea." Chloe smiled. "I know if you had eyes you'd be glaring at me, but really I have no idea how it works, I've just recently learned to control it."

"That's truthful, but not reassuring." Pamela said. Chloe's hand started to glow, bathing Pamela in white light. "Wow, ok, your whole aura just exploded and the power is coming off you in waves."

"It tends to do that." Chloe chuckled, her voice strained.

"Ok, my face is getting kind of hot." Pamela said. Chloe couldn't answer, the pain exploding in her skull. "Chloe." Pamela asked slightly confused and scared. "Chloe, seriously you've got to answer me."

Pamela had been seeing darkness for the past six months so when the light enveloped her vision she freaked for a second, jumping out of her chair in shock. When the light receded she didn't go back to darkness, instead she could see the two beds with the two Winchesters on them. She could see the crappy motel curtains, the dirty motel carpet and the broken motel furniture, and nothing ever looked so beautiful. "Holy shit Chloe." Pamela laughed and walked to the mirror. "You did it." She opened her eyes wide and saw that she did in fact have eyes again. "You actually did it. Oh my God, my hair is hideous, no one thought to tell the blind girl her hair was out of control?" Pamela fixed her hair in the mirror and glanced over her shoulder and frowned. "Chloe?" Pamela turned around. "Chloe are you ok?"

"Fine, just give me a minute." Chloe rubbed her hands over her eyes.

"Chloe." Pamela sat down and grabbed her wrist, lowering Chloe's hands. She gasped and let go. "Oh God Chloe."

"Is my hair hideous?" Chloe joked.

"You don't have any eyes." Pamela whispered.

"But the hair's still good huh?" She laughed weakly.

"You knew this would happen?" Pamela asked her.

"Of course I did." Chloe smiled.

"And you just neglected to mention that part of the deal?" Pamela laughed.

"Would you have let me do it?" Chloe turned in her direction. "If I told you?"

"No." Pamela answered.

"There you go." Chloe said.

"No offense." Pamela said. "I really appreciate what you just did for me but do you mind if I put my glasses on you?"

"Go for it."

Pamela slipped the glasses on Chloe's face and she adjusted them. "So, I mean is Dean going to kill me?"

"For what?" Chloe asked her confused.

"For making you blind?" Pamela pointed out.

"Well, I'm not sure how it's any of his business but I plan to be fully optical by the time he wakes up and he'll never have to know." Chloe explained.

"What do you mean?" Pamela asked her.

"I'll heal. Eventually my eyes will grow back and I'll be fine." Chloe told her. "I'm just hoping it'll happen sooner rather than later because I've most recently learned the dark is a place to be afraid of."

"Dean is going to kill me." Pamela said under her breath.

Three hours later Chloe had made her way for the third time around the room with the help of Pamela's walking stick. "I think I'm getting the hang of it. I only ran into two things that time." She sat down in the chair. "Beer me."

Pamela laughed and slid her another beer. "You really aren't bothered by the sudden blindness are you?"

"Have you ever woken up in a morgue drawer with a toe tag?" Chloe asked her.

"God no." Pamela laughed.

"Well something like that makes everything else seem insignificant." Chloe shrugged. "So." Chloe sipped her beer. "Dean says you can see things."

"I can see everything now." Pamela sipped her beer.

"You know what I mean." Chloe said. "Can you see anything about me?" She picked at the label on her bottle.

"Give me your hands." Pamela said. Chloe reached out and Pamela grabbed her hands. "Now I get to show off my mojo."

"I'm waiting to be impressed." Chloe told her. Pamela closed her eyes and searched, her smile falling with every second. "Pamela, come on. I made the blind see today and you can't do a little fortune telling?"

"I'm sorry." Pamela whispered dropping Chloe's hands quickly.

"Don't be sorry, if you don't see anything, you don't see anything." Chloe said.

"No, I'm sorry because I did see something." Pamela said.

"Oh." Chloe finished off her beer. "Hit me."

"Chloe…" Pamela whispered.

"No I want to know." Chloe said. "Is there a bad dye job in my future?"

"Chloe." Pamela's voice was frantic now. "Chloe I need you to trust me." Pamela grabbed her by the arm as the windows shattered inward. When the glass settled Pamela dragged Chloe to the bathroom and shoved her in.

"What's going on?" Chloe panted, her fear more palpable since she couldn't see anything.

"Just stay here ok." Pamela closed the door and turned around to see the Demon standing behind her.

"Hi honey, I'm home." He smiled at her before grabbing her neck and shoving her against the wall.

Chloe stood with her back to the bathroom door, panting loudly as she heard crashes from the outer room. Pamela screamed and Chloe practically jumped out of her skin. "This is ridiculous." She reached out in front of her until her hands hit the shower curtain. She smiled and pulled.

Pamela stood up and wiped the blood off her lip. "That all you got?"

"Oh I'm just getting started." He smiled at her.

Pamela's eyes went wide and the demon turned around confused to see Chloe standing there holding the shower curtain rod in her hands like a baseball bat. Chloe swung the rod, smacking the demon in the head and sending him to the ground. "Please tell me I hit him and didn't just knock over a chair or something."

"Oh you hit me." He jumped up. "And now I'll return the favor." He slapped Chloe in the side of her head and sent her flying against the wall.

"No." Pamela rushed forward and gasped. She looked down to see a knife in her stomach. She pulled back and stumbled toward the bed. Leaning down she whispered something in Sam's ears and he sat up immediately. "Demon." Pamela panted and Sam jumped off the bed with his hand out. Pamela watched as Sam extracted the demon and sent it to hell. "Thanks for the assist." She grunted and Sam reached down to pick her up.

"You've been stabbed." Sam said. "And you have eyes."

"Wow you're really good at stating the obvious." Pamela laid against the headboard.

"How do you have eyes?" Sam asked then paused. "Chloe? Did she?"

"Yeah, I'm ok." Chloe called from the other side of the room pulling herself up.

"Chloe!" Sam ran over to her and helped her up. "You're blind." He gasped, Pamela's glasses had fallen to the ground.

"Your right, he's really good at that." Chloe limped to the bed with Sam supporting her. "So way to demon block me." Chloe reached out for Pamela's hands. "I totally had that dude." Pamela scoffed. "I hit him didn't I?"

"You got lucky." Pamela smiled. "Two feet to the left and you would have smashed Sam in the balls."

Sam winced and Chloe laughed. "At least I didn't get myself stabbed."

"Funny." Pamela grunted. "I need to wake up Dean." She stood up and walked to the other bed, whispering the words that brought him back to his body and collapsed as the blood started to pour out of her stomach.

"Shit." Dean jumped off the bed so Pamela could lay down.

"This is what I get for helping the Winchester's." She laughed humorlessly. "I finally get my site back only to spend my last hours on earth looking at this ugly ass motel room."

Dean looked at her closer. "You have eyes."

"God, I also have a gaping stab wound but you lose your eyes once and that's all anyone ever see's." Pamela coughed.

"If you have eyes, that means…" Dean looked up and saw Chloe smiling at him, gaping holes were her beautiful green eyes had been before. "I leave you alone for a few hours and you go and lose your eyes." Dean joked with her.

"I'm unpredictable like that." Chloe shrugged realizing that not having eyes didn't mean you couldn't cry and that was a very weird sensation. She stood up and walked over to Pamela grabbing her hand.

"You can't fix this can you?" Pamela asked her.

"No." Chloe shook her head. "Not while I'm still…" She trailed off and Pamela knew, not while she was still healing the eyes. "What did you see?"

"Chloe." Pamela shook her head.

"What did you see?" Chloe asked her more insistently.

"Death." Pamela whispered. "I saw Death."

Chloe dropped Pamela's hand and stood up, backing away and bumping into furniture left and right. Dean got up and helped her stand steady. Sam moved closer to Pamela who whispered something in his ear before finally dying.

Dean brought Chloe to her room and told her to sit tight as they dealt with Pamela's body. He said he'd be back in an hour and not to move and she didn't really have much choice. "Chloe?" A woman's voice called out to her. "Chloe Sullivan?"

"Who's there?" Chloe spun around the room.

"Tessa." The woman walked out of the shadows.

"You're the Reaper?" Chloe asked.

"I am." Tessa smiled. "And you're Chloe Sullivan."

"I am." Chloe seemed surprised. "What are you doing here, I thought you'd have been gone by now."

"When I found out you were here, I just had to meet you. The girl who never dies, well not for real anyway." Tessa sat down.

"With a job like yours I must really annoy you." Chloe felt around then sat down next to her.

"Immensely." Tessa nodded. "Not dead, not really alive, your entire existence is unnerving."

"Wait, not really alive?" Chloe turned to her confused.

"How exactly did you think you could see me?" Tessa pointed out to her. "Well you can't see me but you can hear me. You could see Sam and Dean. You can probably see all ghosts. You straddle that fine line between life and death at every moment of every day. That first time you died and came back, you were different."

"Well." Chloe took a deep breath. "That's creepy and upsetting."

"Don't worry." Tessa smiled at her. "One day, relatively soon, you'll have your final death, and I'll be there."

"Soon?" Chloe swallowed. "How soon?"

"Oh sweetie." Tessa put a hand on her cheek. "You had to know getting into this that Dean would be the death of you."

Chloe turned away from her. "It couldn't last forever huh?" Chloe asked. "I mean cheating death so many times has got to catch up with you at some point. At least I'll go out for a good cause huh?"

Tessa sighed. "Look, you seem like a nice girl. You didn't ask for this, for any of this so I'm going to give you a heads up. This holy quest you think you're on. God's not the one pulling your strings."

"What do you mean?" Chloe stood up.

"I mean God didn't choose you for this, someone else did." Tessa bit her lip. "By nature reapers are neutral, we don't choose sides, there is no good or evil for us, only death. That being said, watch your back because the Geppetto to your Pinocchio, has her own agenda."

"Who are you talking about?" Chloe asked. "I don't understand."

"Ask Dean who Anna is." Tessa said before disappearing.

"I don't…" Chloe called out. "Hello?" She reached out but Tessa wasn't there anymore.

"You talking to someone?" Dean asked from behind her and she spun around to quickly, tangling herself in her own feet. He jumped forward and caught her before she fell.

"No, I'm just, talking to myself." She smiled sheepishly.

"Right, let's get you cleaned up." Dean led her to the bathroom area. He looked around confused as to where she could stand so he could clean up the cuts she got when the window shattered. "Hold on." Dean grabbed her hips and lifted her to the counter top. She held onto his arm as he turned the water on, wetting a towel and cleaning her cuts.

"You're mad at me." Chloe broke the silence.

"No." Dean softened. "I'm not mad, why do you think I'd be mad at you?"

"If I hadn't healed her eyes, I would have been able to do more when the demon showed up." She said.

"Hey, you can't think like that." Dean said. "The fact that you would even do that for someone else. Healing her knowing that it would leave you blind for an undetermined amount of time, not a lot of people would do that."

"Yeah but if I hadn't healed her eyes I could have healed her and she would still be alive." Chloe felt tears well up again.

"Stop it." Dean said. "You can't think like that, it'll eat you up inside."

"This is a little weird but can I just…" Chloe reached her hand out until she hit Dean. Her fingers slid up his chest to his neck and then his face. Dean closed his eyes as she explored with her fingers and somehow that act made him feel more vulnerable than he'd ever felt before. She dropped her arm and chuckled. "I just wanted to see how you..felt."

"How do I feel?" Dean smirked.

"Handsome." Chloe said surprised.

"I'll take that as a complement." Dean smiled and blushed.

"Who is Anna?" Chloe blurted out.

"Anna?" Dean asked her confused.

"I keep hearing about Anna." Chloe tapped her head. "And before you asked Castiel if I was like Anna."

"Anna was a Fallen Angel." Dean answered her slowly, as if trying to reveal how much to tell her. "But not in a bad, 'join the forces of Lucifer' fallen way just that she wanted free will, she wanted to feel something. So she voluntarily ripped out her grace, fell to earth, and was born to human parents. When I was brought back, she started to hear the Angel's like you did, only she was vocal about it and got stuck in an institute, there was a story in the paper, she drew a lot of attention to herself and the demons were after her because if they could get their hands on a human who could hear Angels it would be very worth it to them." Dean sighed.

"Are they…are they going to come after me?" Chloe asked suddenly scared.

"No one knows about you." Dean assured her. "And if they find out, we've got you covered."

"Ok." Chloe smiled. "Thanks."

"It's our job." Dean smiled.

"So what happened to her?" Chloe asked. "Anna. I don't see her around reaping the benefits of a Winchester bodyguard."

"She thought the only way to ensure her safety and our safety was by finding her Grace and taking it back. She got her Angel powers back and we haven't seen her since." Dean frowned.

"New rule." Chloe changed direction mid string. "You and I are now attached at the hip."

"Is there going to be surgery involved in this?" Dean smiled but Chloe was serious. "There isn't going to be surgery is there because going to the bathroom could be awkward but showers would be new and interesting."

"I'm here to protect you." She frowned. "Somehow on my watch you've technically died once and almost died twice. You're not Buffy so where you go I go." Chloe said. "What you do I do."

"So then you don't need your own room anymore." Dean joked. "Do you want the left side of the bed or the right side."

"Left." Chloe told him as if that were the obvious answer.

"Fine." Dean pressed her. "You should know I sleep shirtless."

"You should know that I sleep in the nude." Chloe replied. Dean stared at her in with a mixture of fear and excitement until she busted out laughing. Dean knew there was more to what was bothering her but he also knew a brush off when he heard one so he didn't push it.

"Done." Dean grabbed her hips and let her down. "They're all really shallow so we don't need stitches, we won't even have to bandage them."

"Thanks." Chloe coughed, keenly aware of his hands still on her hips.

"You should probably get some sleep." Dean told her.

"Can you grab something to wear out of my bag for me? I'd do it myself but…" Chloe asked sheepishly.

"Oh right." Dean dropped his hands and dug in her bag. He handed her some shorts and a t-shirt. As Chloe changed, Dean looked around for other things Chloe wouldn't be able to do with no eyes. He pulled the covers back on the bed and set up a glass of water on the nightstand. When she was changed he led her to the bed and sat her down.

"I've already berated myself for how utterly girly this is going to sound but do you think you can stay? Just until I fall asleep?" She bit her lip. "Since I can't see if anyone is in the room, it's better to know that there is someone here."

"Sure." Dean smiled and sat in the bedside chair.

Chloe laid down and got comfortable and after a few minutes she smiled sheepishly. "Ok, I did not factor in how uncomfortable it would be to have someone just sitting there."

"Ok." Dean laughed. "We'll talk."

"About what?" Chloe let out a puff of air.

"If I were a constellation which one would I be?" Dean asked her suddenly. "I've been thinking about this for a while. I think it's Hercules. That's a constellation right?"

"Yeah it's a constellation." Chloe smiled. "But it's not you."

"Come on, he was a hero right? Killing things and saving people." Dean asked.

"Yeah but Hercules was a hero because he was Zeus' son and that's just what half bloods did. They went on quests and killed monsters because they were supposed to." Chloe said. "That's not you."

"Isn't it?" Dean frowned.

"No, you're more like Orion." Chloe said.

"What's his story?" Dean leaned back.

"He was the son of Poseidon and Euryale. He is said to be the most handsome of the earth born."

"That's the second time tonight you've called me handsome." Dean pointed out to her.

"Un-swell your head." Chloe said. "By the way, if I still had eyes, I would roll them."

"Fine, continue with your story." Dean told her.

"Orion was blinded on the island of Chios because of a woman, was lead into the Sun where he was healed. He was one of the world's greatest hunters, hunting with Artemis herself. In one hunt he threatened to kill every beast on Earth."

"That does sound like me." Dean smiled.

"To humble him, Gaia, Mother Earth sent a giant scorpion to kill him. It did and Artemis requested that he be put into the heavens to honor his memory."

"Wow." Dean said. "Didn't see that ending coming." He coughed. "So is that my fate? Death by giant scorpion?"

"Actually I believe the moral of the story is more death by cockiness." Chloe pointed out. "But the story isn't over yet. In the Odyssey, Odysseus sees Orion when he's in the underworld, he's still hunting, still a great slayer of beasts, even though he was dead and in Tartarus, he was still doing his job."

"So that's how you see me?" Dean asked her quietly. "Still fighting? Even after death."

"That's how you are." Chloe told him yawning.

He stared at her in astonishment and was about to ask her another question when he realized she'd fallen asleep. He watched her sleep for a few more minutes and then got up to go back to his room. He turned around, surprised to see Castiel behind him. "We need to talk." The two of them said at the same time. Dean frowned and then shook his head motioning Castiel outside.

"I need Chloe." Castiel said.

"No." Dean shook his head. "I just got her to sleep."

"Wake her up." Castiel told him as if that solved everything.

"No." Dean glared at him. "I want to know what the hell you guys think you're doing here."

"What do you mean?" Castiel frowned at him.

"I mean Chloe." Dean said. "I mean pulling her into this whole ridiculous mess. Sam and I, we're to suppose to do this, it's our job. She didn't sign up for this. She has nothing to do with this and it's not fair to drag her into it."

"But she's in it already." Castiel pointed out.

"Get her out of it." Dean said. "Whatever it is they think she has to do, get someone else to do it."

"There is no one else." Castiel shook his head.

"This is bullshit." Dean glared at him. "You're going to get her killed. Don't you realize that the minute someone realizes she's privy to your private Angel conversations that she's going to be the hottest commodity? I'm not talking about just the demons either. If I recall you and Uriel were all too ready to murder the last human that could hear you."

"That won't happen." Castiel's voice turned colder. "I would never let that happen. No one knows about her and no one's going to know about her if I have anything to do about it."

"You can't control everything." Dean said.

"You think I like this anymore than you do?" Castiel said. "She saved me and I'll do everything in my power to make sure that she's ok. But there's nothing that I can do about it Dean, she's been chosen, she has a job to do and I can't change that." He stepped back. "In the mean time I need her help."

"No." Dean shook his head.

"I can speak for myself." Chloe said from the doorway. They both turned to her startled. "I'm blind Dean, not deaf." She smiled walking slowly closer to them, her hands out in front of her. Dean ran to grab her and support her.

"What happened?" Castiel asked confused.

"She healed Pamela." Dean said.

"It'll heal we just have to be patient." Chloe assured Castiel.

"I don't have time for that." Castiel laid a finger on her forehead and Chloe blinked rapidly as her sight was restored instantaneously.

"Wow, that's handy." Chloe smiled. "So, what did you need?" She smiled at Castiel.

"Chloe you don't have to do this, you don't have to help him." Dean offered.

"Of course I'm going to help him." Chloe looked at Dean confused. "What do you need?"

"I need you to come with me." Castiel held out his hand.

"Sure just let me put some pants and shoes on." Chloe offered.

"No time." Castiel shook his head.

"Cas." Dean said with a warning.

"I'll be back." Chloe grabbed Castiel's hand and they were gone.

"Son of a bitch." Dean growled. He didn't like this, he really didn't like this. He'd agreed to let Chloe come along with them for many reasons, more than just what he told Sam. He had to admit that he was curious about what exactly she could save him from. It was sort of handy that she could hear the Angels if he was being honest. Most of all though, the first time he saw her she was dead and a week later she was alive, that was just amazing to him.

What he didn't like was how attached he seemed to have become to her in the past month. He had come to rely on their nightly star gazing conversations to get him to sleep. Every night they would spend a few hours outside on the hood of a car of Chloe's choosing. They would alternate between telling each other stories about past adventures and Chloe educating Dean on the constellations. She'd told him about all the Meteor Infected she'd come against and he told her about all the monsters he'd killed.

He always seemed to feel anxious until he saw her in the morning. She'd storm into his room, announce her boredom, and insisting that he or Sam entertain her. Pure fear had gripped his chest when he realized that if anyone found out about Chloe she could be on the demon's most wanted list. As sure as he was earlier when Dean said they would protect her, there was nothing they could do if an army of demons came after her much less and army of Angels. Chloe Sullivan had managed to worm her way into his life and Dean really didn't like it.

He sat annoyed and stared at the middle of the room at the spot that Castiel and Chloe had been standing a minute before, knowing he wasn't going to bed until she was back.

"Where are we?" Chloe asked through the jarring cacophony of car alarms. One minute they were in a hotel room and the next they were in a street somewhere in the rain.

"I'm not sure." Castiel walked forward through the parking lot and Chloe followed hot on his heels. He held up a hand and the alarms stopped instantly. He wove through more cars and then stopped, Chloe walked up beside him.

"Oh." She put a hand to her mouth, staring at the woman on the wet concrete. She knelt down and felt for a pulse. "She's dead." Chloe frowned up at him.

"Can you help her?" Castiel asked. "Like you helped me?"

"Is she like you?" Chloe asked him and Castiel nodded. "I can try." Chloe took a deep breath, hesitated a second, remembering the pain of healing Castiel and then laid her hands on the wound on the woman's neck. She sat there for a good ten minutes and then opened one eye. "Nothing's happening is it?"

"No." Castiel sighed. "I was afraid this might happen." He held out a hand to Chloe and pulled her to her feet. "She's been dead too long."

"I'm sorry, was she a friend of yours?" Chloe asked.

"She was a part of my Garrison." Castiel explained. "She's the third death this week. I have to go speak to Uriel."

"Ok, well I guess…" Castiel reached out and tapped Chloe's forehead and suddenly she was back at the motel. "I'll see you later." Chloe said to no one.

Dean jumped up. "You're ok?"

"I'm fine." Chloe smiled at him and then ran a hand through her rain soaked hair. "A little wet but otherwise good." Dean seemed to relax. "You were worried." She smiled at him.

"What?" Dean scoffed. "Of course I wasn't." He looked up at her. "Worried?" Chloe put her hands on her hips. "I mean you're here to protect me, not run Castiel's errands."

"Oh so then you were jealous?" Chloe offered.

"No." Dean laughed. "I was not jealous. Please."

"Ok." Chloe smiled. "I'm going to change into some dry clothes. Get some sleep."

"Well then." Dean said.

"See you in the morning." Chloe told him. "I'll bring the coffee and you'd better have another job lined up because I really don't want to spend another day sitting around this place while you try desperately to get your act together."

"Night Chloe." Dean opened the door and walked out.