Chapter 4:
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It shouldn't be possible. I was just an ordinary woman with an ordinary job, an ordinary life and a boring social-life. Now I was supposed to help my ex and his brother "save" the world from the Apocalypse. No. No can do. I mean, I have even been scared of every horror movie I have ever watched. I would hold a pillow and it would have my nail marks on it by the end of the movie. They told me everything. Well I think they did. Angels, demons, my Sam's hidden past and everything. To prove it Castiel (as I learned it wasn't really just Cas) just touched my forehead and my beginning of a migraine was gone. Just like that.
"Wanna hang out for the rest of our lives? No migraine for the rest of my life just has a nice sound to it." I smiled a very tired looking smile to the angel standing in front of me. Sam's brother Dean had been very quiet the whole time, just adding bit to here and there when Sam and Cas explained to me how their life worked.
"How do you expect me to explain to my friends and family that I just left to roam the country with some strange men?" Right now Dean seemed the most level-headed man in the room to answer, even if I no longer believed that all of them were completely insane.
"How am I supposed to know? An hour ago I didn't even know we needed some sort of keys to solve this mess we're in and now you want us to figure your alibi to running off with handsome strangers. Wait a minute.. Maybe an adult woman can say she just wanted to have an adventure with a good looking guy. Right, but a tiny thing like you can't." His smirk was annoying, but maybe I was getting used to it 'cause his stare was making me self-conscious.
"Maybe it's just that everything close to Sam seem tiny." It was supposed to be clever, but when I saw Sam's grin I knew my big mouth had gotten me into trouble again. No! I was just supposed to talk about his height but of course men get much more out of everything a woman says. I decided the best course of action right now was just to shut up. I crossed my arms and gave Sam an angry look.
"What?! You were the one who said it."
"Yes and you understood it completely wrong. I need some time alone, chocolate, a walk in fresh air and after that hot shower to clear my head. All this testosterone is infecting me with idiocy." In his defense Cas looked completely confused about what I was talking about.
"Is this chocolate some medicine of human's?" What?!
"Don't tell me you have never ever tasted chocolate in all your time here on earth?" Sam knew of my addiction and almost laughed at my shock. But someone never tasting chocolate is a serious matter and the plan forming in my head, Get an angel addicted to chocolate –plan, sounded pretty good to me.
"No I don't believe I have. As an angel I do not have to eat. It is not necessary."
"But food is good! If you can eat, you should. Or can angels get fat?" I was genuinely curious while Dean and Sam looked at me all weird.
"This is just a vessel. My true form is already bigger than most of the buildings you humans build."
"Maybe you don't need to eat then. Or would just your meat suit get fat while the big angelic you stayed all handsome?" I had always been addicted to fantasy books and Fallen Angel -books might have had a bit of an impact on how I imagined Castiel would look like with wings. Dean just started laughing.
"Good luck trying to get Castiel to live a little. He has a stick bigger than the Eiffel tower up his ass." That's when Sam got that look upon his face that told anyone who knew him well enough that he had supposedly something really funny to say.
"So you can have an angel fall in the back seat of a car and she can't. If I didn't know about you and the redhead angel, I'd tell you she has better chances at making an angel get on his knees." Now I felt like punching Sam. He had no right to say something like this! What was wrong with him? He used to be so sensitive and now he's implying something that private. Cas didn't seem to get it though, even if he may have had some sort of an inkling since Sam said Dean had (apparently) done an angel.
"I do not know if it is our father's will to have an angel as our key's partner. The prophecy of the keys says that the daughter of the mother of us all is to give us hope, is to be our pathfinder and is to lead us unharmed through the path of blood. A union to form that hope and that true path leader must be made. And the final key is to be born out of courage, protection and love." Did he have any idea how beautifully bizarre that sounded? If I didn't even know what we were supposed to make of that little story, how were we supposed to make it happen?
"Why are all prophecies always that hard to interpret? Can't they just write one where they clearly say what we need to do? I mean, if I tell at work I have been working such long hours that I had a tiny nervous breakdown and I need a short holiday away, I'm pretty sure they'll give me that. But I can't be away for a year or something, I have a life. It may be boring compared to yours, but I like it simple. If I want excitement, I'll visit the rollercoaster at the local amusement park or see an action movie."
"Chill. Just stay here for all I care and we can give you a call when we figure out exactly what you're supposed to do here. I'm sure you know what to do when a demon comes to possess you and wants to use you to quicken the Apocalypse." They had me cornered. I could never imagine not doing anything to stop the Apocalypse when I had a chance to stop it. I couldn't even hurt a fly. I had made up my mind.
"What do you want from me?" It was Castiel who answered.
"You need to go with Sam and Dean. They'll protect you until I find either an answer to our questions about the prophecy or some way to keep you safe other vise." I would have to go with them. I would have to spend the next days, weeks, even month with the guy who broke me and his brother, in order to protect the world. This sounded like a bad movie, but it wasn't, it was real and now my life.
"Can you take me home? I need to take care of some things if we're gonna do this. I need to inform work about a sick-leave or figure out something else, I need to pack and call my family. I need to check my financial situation before I can just go on the road with you and rent my apartment and.." I knew I was freaking out. There was a lot to do and apparently only a little time and the guys were acting like jerks who didn't even try to understand how stressful something like this could be.
"Hey. Hey! Anna! Easy now. Dean can drive you to your apartment and while you start packing I can call and realty agency to see how quickly they could take your apartment to the market. When you have packed, just call work and try to work something out with them. Sound good?" Sam was being rational and all cool about this, what the hell was going on? This was no situation I would have used the word good in, but I was too tired to argue.
"Just take me home. I'll pack and all that tomorrow. I need to sleep and eat something before I make any rash decisions or call to anyone." Cas stood up and directed his eyes at me.
"Stay with Dean. He'll stay with you even if I don't think anyone besides us knows of you just yet. I don't know how much time will pass until I can visit again. I have to take care of some things now." …..aaaaand he was gone, just like that. I looked at dean and then Sam.
"So who is gonna be the lucky guy who gets to sleep on my couch?" Boys looked at each other and then me. It was like they could talk with just looks. Dean crabbed his leatherjacket and headed for the door. Guess even though we talked Sam never got over the fact that when he came asking to be friends after our break up my answer was something along the lines of: You broke me and you can never be friends with someone you loved. Plus I want to hate you right now, don't talk to me. I should just follow Dean before he decides I should walk home.
The drive to my place was quiet not counting my admiring comment on the Impala. My father had an -91 Ford Mustang. This one's engine purred just as nicely. The drive wasn't that long, 20 minutes tops. My apartment was a tiny thing I was renting from a woman who moved together with her boyfriend, but wanted to keep her independence. I wondered what I should do with the furniture. I couldn't take that much with me. I walked in and Dean followed me curiously looking around.
"I'm gonna give you a pillow and a blanket. The couch should be big enough; some of my friends have slept on it from time to time. You can help yourself something from the fridge if you're hungry" My mother had thought me to be a good hostess and old habits die hard. She would be proud of me right now.
"Thanks, do you have beer? I wouldn't mind one or four." What was it with men and beer?
"No I don't. I should have a bottle of white wine and some cream chocolate liqueur, but no beer."
"Those are girly drinks. No whisky? Nothing?" His face had expression of desperation.
"I'm a nurse who tells at least ten people every month about the dangers of alcohol poisonings and such. So no, I don't have anything stronger than wine and I'm going to pour myself a glass even if you think it's a girly drink." I walked over to my fridge and thanked myself for putting it there to cool before I left to work. Glass of this and sleep were just what I needed right now. I opened the bottle and poured myself a glass.
"Give me some too then. Any alcohol will do at this point." I won't judge. I won't judge or say anything… I just took another glass out, poured it full and walked over to the living room couch with the two glasses. Dean sat down, I gave the other glass to him and turned the TV on.
As an episode of Criminal Minds rolled on I couldn't help but think my life could be turning into something like that in a matter of days. But at least I was going to be one of the good guys right?