So, take this night.

Wrap it around me like a sheet.

I know I'm not forgiven,

But I need a place to sleep.

This Night - Black Lab

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Sam gave Dean his latest bitchface until he relented and handed over the bottle. Jennifer took a good, long swig.

"It started about six months ago, a couple of nights after that freak meteor shower. At first I thought I was just imagining it." She glanced between the boys. "Sometimes I talked to Jimmy when I was alone. It helped." Sam nodded his understanding.

"But then it got louder and I couldn't ignore it anymore. Televisions would turn off and on. Radios would change stations for no reason. Finally after a few weeks I couldn't take it anymore. I was holed up in a dump in Tennessee thinking I had some vengeful spirit with a real hard on after me. I screamed 'WHAT DO YOU WANT?' and that's when I heard him. As clear as day he said 'I need your help.' " Jennifer took another draw from the bottle and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

"I asked who he was and he said he was 'Castiel, Angel of the Lord'. What a mind fuck." she shook her head.

"Wait, you could actually hear him talk? No shattered glass? No busted eardrums?" Dean wasn't buying this. When Cas first tried to talk to him he heard ringing for a month.

"Well, sure. Just as clear as you right now." Jennifer shrugged.

Sam interrupted before Dean could get more worked up. "What happened then?"

"Let me give you the short version 'cause I can see you ain't interested in a blow by blow." she cleared her throat, took one last swallow and handed the bottle back to Dean. "You need this more than me, I'm not here to ruin your day, sweetness."

Dean snached the bottle from her, screwed the top back on and dropped it back in his bag. "Would take a lot more than the likes of you to ruin my day."

"Whatever." Jennifer rolled her eyes and turned back to Sam. "So the basic idea is this. Cas, as you call him, told me he got into some trouble with someone named Metatron. Whoever this dude is took Jimmy's body and is using it as a lock on the gates of Heaven. He tried to talk me into letting him use me as a 'vessel'." she used air quotes and Dean stiffened "Pfft! Not happening. So when he mentioned finding you two I got curious and I agreed. Anything to get my head to myself again. So here I am."

"Okay, but you still haven't told us why we're supposed to trust you." Dean was reaching for his gun again. "And you'd better come up with an answer real soon."

"There is one thing Castiel wanted me to tell you, Dean." Jennifer stood and faced him. "He wanted me to tell you that you were right that night at the church, that he should have stayed with you. He wanted me to tell you he was sorry."

"Well, you can tell him that sorry just isn't going to do it this time!" Dean grabbed his jacket and keys then slammed the door on his way out. Soon Sam and Jennifer heard the Impala fire up and drive off.

"Was it something I said?" She asked Sam.

"Oh yeah. Everything you said."