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Chapter 4: I am the ocean, I am the sea, there is a world inside of me.

When we arrived back at the motel, Sam had arrived there as well. We grabbed our bags and drove off to Bobby's. I rode Harley, glad to see nothing had happened with him. Bobby didn't really want me to drive him, because I was exhausted and he was scared I would get in an accident. But we were all exhausted, and I wasn't leaving Harley there for a second time. Nope. Not happening.

We arrived at Bobby Singer's Salvage yard after a long ride, and it wasn't until I stood in front of the house that I realized how much I had missed the place.

"Welcome home," Bobby said, smiling, happy to have me back home.

I answered his smile with one of my own and entered the house. I looked around and saw that everything was just how I left it. Books everywhere and their scent lingering around the house, mixed with the scent of Bobby's aftershave. I walked up the stairs to my own room, and dropped my bags on my queen sized bed.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I collected the stuff I needed to take a shower, and quickly ran to the bathroom, locking it behind me. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

"Jay, come on, I want to take a shower, too," I heard Dean's voice through the door.

I chuckled and answered him, "Wait for your turn!"

I heard him groan, but then his footsteps walked away from the door. I smirked, and undressed myself. Once I was naked, I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, how long hadn't I slept? The bags underneath my eyes were even worse than they were before Dean returned. Probably three or four days without sleeping, I guessed.

Wait a minute.

Dean got out the 18th… I counted the days in my head. If today is the 21st, then…

Tomorrow is my birthday. 22nd of September. Oh, the joy.

I never really liked birthdays. That's still a remainder of my childhood. I shivered and repressed the memories, I didn't want to think about him right now.

I got in the shower and washed myself, enjoying the way the hot water relaxed my muscles. When I got out, I quickly dried myself and got dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black off-the-shoulder sweater. I combed my tangled auburn hair and stared at the familiar stranger in the mirror.

I might not enjoy birthdays, but I still wondered if they'd remember. With Dean returning and all.

Another knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. This time, it was Sam's voice I could hear through the bathroom door.

"Hey Jay, you nearly done?"

"Yup, just a second," I replied and I quickly finished combing my hair. When I was done, I exited the bathroom, allowing Sam to walk in.

"Thanks," he said, and he smirked, knowing he would have the bathroom before Dean would have it.

I smirked back at him. "Enjoy, ya big moose."

He playfully glared at me and closed the door.

I walked over to my room and braided my long hair. Then I collected my dirty clothes of all those months of traveling and went downstairs to do the laundry. When I got to the basement, my eyes widened at the sight. A huge, metal room, in one corner of our basement. What the hell?

I walked over to the door and glanced inside. A smile crept over my face when I realized what this was. A ghost-proof panic room. Good job, Bobby.

I turned to actually go and do the laundry, but I dropped the clothes I was holding at the sudden sight of the angel in the trench coat, who was standing a few feet behind me.

"Cas! Don't creep up to people like that!" I breathed, crouching to pick up the fallen laundry.

"I am sorry I startled you," he said, but it sounded more like a question, as if he were not sure if that was the right thing to say, or maybe he was just plain confused.

I looked up at him and nodded, letting him know it was okay.

Then, his brow furrowed slightly. "Why did you call me… 'Cas'? My name is Castiel."

I snorted. "I know what your name is. 'Cas' is the shorter version, like a nickname."

When I saw he was still frowning, I sighed, and tried to explain it some more. "For example, my name is Jayden, but people who know me, and like me, call me 'Jay'."

"Why?" he asked me, curiously.

"Because they're fond of me, and they do it to express that, I guess," I said, shrugging.

He tilted his head. "So, if I understand correctly, if you call me 'Cas', that means you are fond of me?" he asked me, his beautiful, but oh so confused blue eyes piercing into my dark brown ones.

I chuckled at his expression. "Well, I certainly don't have anything against you," I said, standing up. I walked over to the laundry machine, and glanced at him over my shoulder. He was still standing there with a confused expression on his face. I rolled my eyes.

"If you prefer I call you Castiel, just say it, and you'll never hear me calling you 'Cas' again," I said, pushing the clothes into the machine.

"No!" he immediately said, and I turned my head to look at him, my eyebrows raised. "No, no- I mean, 'Cas' is fine. I'm just… not used to it," he said, a bit awkwardly and uncomfortable.

I turned back to the task I was doing. "Okay then," I half-sighed. "So, tell me, Cas, is there a reason you decided to pop up in my basement?"

"Yes," he said, his voice going all serious again. "We need to talk."

I closed the door to the machine and pressed the 'on'-button. Standing up straight again, I turned to him, and leaned against the buzzing machine behind me. "About what?" I asked him curiously.

"About your mother," he replied, and I felt myself freeze.

"What about her?" I asked him stiffly.

He was just about to answer me, when we heard Dean shouting through the house, "Jay? Where are you?"

I looked from the staircase back at Castiel. He looked a bit annoyed, to be honest. "I can only tell you this when we're alone," he said, and I was right, I could hear irritation in his voice. "I'll come back later," he said, and then he was gone, leaving only the sound of fluttering wings.

"Jay? Jay!" I heard Dean yell, again.

I sighed. "I'm down here," I yelled back at him, and walked over to the stairs. I climbed the steps, and when I got at the top, I was greeted by Dean's furious face.

"What's up?" I asked him, a little bit concerned.

"What's up? What's up?!" he said, extremely pissed off. "Can you explain to me why Sam is in the shower right now?"

I couldn't help it, I laughed. "I'm glad you think this is funny," he said, sarcastically.

I calmed down a bit, enough to answer him, "I'm sorry, Dean. He was just right at the door when I was done."

He sighed and muttered, "I'm gonna kill that sneaky bitch."

I chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "I'd like to see you try, big boy," I taunted him, and tried to walk by him, into the house, but I was stopped by an arm around my waist.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked, playfully glaring at me.

"To the kitchen? I'm starving," I said innocently.

"No, no, no," he said. "You didn't receive your punishment yet."

"What punishment?" I asked him, a hint of legit fear in my voice. Another remainder of my childhood. Though I knew Dean would never hurt me, and I repressed the memory.

A sly smile crept over his face. "This," he said, and he started tickling me at my sides.

I laughed hysterically and tried to get away from him. He knew damn well what my ticklish areas were. I ran off, and he chased me through the house.

On my way to the kitchen, I almost ran into Bobby. I hid behind him, and demanded, "Make him stop!"

Meanwhile, Dean sauntered into the room, a smug smile on his lips.

Bobby smirked. "Sorry kiddo, not getting involved in this."

I glared at my adoptive father and gasped, "Traitor!", and ran off to the kitchen.

I climbed upon a cupboard, and when Dean entered I yelled at him, "I surrender! I surrender! I'm sorry! Just stop it!"

He chuckled, but nodded his head. "Okay, I think you had enough now."

I sharply nodded my head, catching my breath.

He smirked at me once more and left the room. I climbed off of the cupboard, walked over to the fridge and grabbed some butter, cheese and ham to make myself a grilled cheese sandwich.

After I had eaten, I went back upstairs just in time to witness Sam coming out of the bathroom, while Dean was glaring at him with a murderous look, and again, I had to laugh, though I tried to choke it back this time, not wanting to get tickled again.

Dean entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut hardly. When Sam passed me, he smirked and held up his hand to give me a high-five. I grinned and slapped my hand against his.

He went downstairs while I went inside of my room, wanting to take a nap. I crawled beneath the sheets, soon falling into the most peaceful sleep I had had in months.

The twilight outside of my window had turned into the light of a lazy September morning when I opened my eyes again, indicating I had slept longer than I had intended to do. Yawning, I stretched myself out in similar way to how a cat does it. I got up and went downstairs, the scent of bacon, toast and pancakes drifting into my nostrils. My stomach growled and I fastened my pace going down the stairs.

In the kitchen, I found Bobby baking some Bacon in a pan on the stove, next to a plate already filled with the delicious meat. In front of the toaster stood a plate with toast, while there were still some loafs of bread in the toaster itself. On the small table stood another plate, this one filled with pancakes. All of it smelled and looked heavenly.

Bobby glanced over his shoulder, and when he saw me standing there, he smiled and called out, "Mornin' sweetheart."

"Good morning," I answered, a little dazed because of all the food.

"Grab a seat," he said, instructing me to sit down, while he put the bacon he was baking on the plate with the rest and put it down in front of me. Then he grabbed the toast as it just popped out of the toaster and put that plate down on the table as well. After that, he took the seat opposite of mine.

"Um… Bobby?" I asked, causing him to look up at me. "It's not that I don't appreciate… all this," I said, waving my hands at the delicious breakfast. "But why did you do it? You never used to cook breakfast, I usually did."

He sighed. "I'm just glad you're home, and I wanted to do something special for the occasion," he said, and I sent him a soft smile. But before I could say anything, he spoke up again.

"And also," he said, reaching into his pocket, "Because it's the 22nd of September." He pulled out a small red box, a red ribbon wrapped around it. He handed it to me and smiled brightly at me. "Happy birthday."

I smiled back at him. "You remembered," I said softly.

"Of course I remembered, silly," he replied, and I chuckled a bit. "Well? Go ahead, open up."

I nodded my head and looked down at the small present in my hand. I untied the ribbon, lifted the lid of the box, and gasped at the beautiful piece of jewelry. My head snapped back up to look at my adoptive father. "Bobby… you shouldn't have done this, this costs a lot, I know it does!"

He just grinned at my statement. "Like I said, I'm glad you're back home."

Warmth filled my body, and I stood up to give him a tight hug, which he gladly returned. "Thank you," I whispered. "I love it."

"I knew ya would," he grinned, and let go of me. I sat back down on my chair, and lifted the necklace out of the small box.

It was a silver necklace mixed with white crystals. I knew this necklace well, as I have wanted it ever since I saw the Lord of the rings. It was Arwen's necklace (A/N: look at my profile for a picture). I've always found it so terribly stunning, and I had looked for it, but when I had finally found it, it had been too expensive. Fan merchandise is always expensive.

I put it on, and loved the way the smooth silver felt upon my skin. Bobby smiled at me widely, glad he could make me happy on my birthday. After all, he knew why I didn't like them.

He nodded his head at the food in front of us. "Well, let's eat, I don't like my food cold," he said, and I eagerly nodded, diving into the stack of pancakes, grabbing three at once.

We ate in comfortable silence, both just enjoying the food. At least, we were, until we heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Dean entered, sniffing his nose.

"Do I smell pancakes," he sniffed, "and bacon?"

Bobby smirked. "Sit down, there's enough left."

He happily accepted the offer and took the seat beside mine. He stashed his plate full with bacon, pancakes and toast, and dove in like some kind of animal that hadn't eaten in two weeks.

I stared at him, wrinkling my nose. He looked up at me when he noticed me staring. "What?" he asked.

I chuckled humorlessly. "That's one thing I haven't missed about you."

He rolled his eyes, but ignored my comment, turning to his plate again.

After a few minutes, Sam joined us too. When he came in, he walked over to me, directed me to stand up, and gave me a tight hug. "Happy birthday!" he exclaimed. "How does it feel to be 27 years old now?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Not much different than being 26, I guess." He chuckled as well, and then released me. "Here, I got you something," he said, handing me a tiny package not larger than an inch. It felt light, and was wrapped in light purple wrapping paper.

I unwrapped it and chuckled when I saw what was within it. "Did you two talk to each other about giving me presents?" I asked Sam and Bobby.

Both men looked at me, confused as to why I would ask that. "No, why?" Bobby asked.

"Because I'm getting Lord of the Rings themed presents," I grinned, holding up a fan merchandise replica of the One Ring. I put it on, happy to see it fit me perfectly.

Sam and Bobby looked at each other, and then high-fived, excited that they came up with the same idea for my birthday presents. It just made it a lot better.

I hugged Sammy again, this time for just a few seconds. "Thank you, ya big moose, I love it."

"No problem," he said, sitting down at the table in the seat next to Bobby's. I sat back down as well, looking over at Dean, who was staring at his still rather full plate, with an expression of horror on his face.

"Dean? What's up?" I asked him, a little concerned he wasn't eating anymore, while he had been gorging his food not only two minutes ago.

His head snapped up. "Nothing," he said, standing up. "I just realized, I… I um… have to go do something." And then he left.

"What was up with him?" I asked, baffled at his behavior.

Sam and Bobby shared a look, but said nothing.

I shrugged and continued eating.

After breakfast, I went upstairs to get dressed. I put on my favorite pair of ripped, black skinny jeans, a grey long-sleeved shirt and a Linkin Park band shirt. I also put in my black stretcher, and wrapped my studded bracelet around my wrist. I combed my hair, making a side fringe. To finish the look, I pulled on my trusty pair of black Dr. Martens. I walked over to my dresser and searched the drawers, looking for my black nail polish, needing to repaint my nails. After I had done that, I let them dry for half an hour while flipping through my latest Kerrang magazine, being careful not to spoil any nail polish on it. When they were dry, I walked back downstairs, and saw that Dean had returned. I also walked in right in the middle of a conversation.

"Well, then tell me what else it could be," Sam asked Dean.

Confused, I asked him, "What? What could what be?"

"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel," Dean answered him, ignoring my question.

Ah, so that's what, or rather who, this was about. Castiel.

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" Sam asked.

Frustrated, Dean answered him, "Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie."

I groaned. "He's not a demon, Dean."

"She's right," Sam said, siding with me. "A demon who's immune to salt rounds, devil's traps and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!"

"Don't you think that if angels were real," Dean said, still not believing. "that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?"

"Yeah, you just did, Dean," I said, smiling at him humorlessly.

Dean glared at me. "I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me, guys."

"Dean, we have a theory," Sam reminded him pointedly.

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we –" Sam said, but he was interrupted by his brother.

"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!" Dean called out, and again I groaned in frustration.

"Dean, he is an angel, I'm sure of it," I said.

He glared at me. "How can you know that? No one has ever seen one."

"Just because no one has ever seen one, doesn't mean they're not real," I told him. "I mean, if there are demons, isn't it only logical that there are angels as well? You know, as in the expression 'angels & demons'? In my opinion, the one can't exist without the other."

Dean was going to say something, but Bobby beat him to it. "You three chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" he called out from his desk.

Me and the boys glanced at each other before walking over to Bobby.

"I got stacks of lore, Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit," he said in his gruff voice.

"What else?" Dean asked with an intense gaze.

"What else what?" Bobby replied, not getting what he meant.

"What else could do it?"

Catching on, my adoptive father answered him, "Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing."

Sam turned to his brother. "Dean, this is good news."

"How?" Dean inquired.

"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?" Sam explained, and I nodded my head, agreeing with him.

"You are saved by an angel, Dean. That's a good thing," I told him softly, trying to make him realize that.

"Okay. Say it's true," Dean said. "Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah," Bobby chimed in.

"I don't know guys," Dean said softly, and I could tell he started to believe a little.

Sam caught onto it as well. "Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."

"Proof?" Dean repeated, at which his brother replied with 'yes'. "Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it."

"Why not?" I asked him. "Why isn't that a possibility?"

"Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?" Dean said, and I again, just like in that shed, felt sad to hear my best friend thought so little about himself.

"Dean –" Sam started, but his brother interrupted him.

"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy."

"You're not, you're my best friend," I said softly, at the same time as Sam answered Dean, and because of that Dean didn't hear me.

"Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs," Sam said.

"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God," Dean said, and I rolled my eyes.

Sam rolled his eyes too and said, "Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat."

Dean sighed. "Fine. What do we know about angels?" he asked Bobby.

My adoptive father grabbed a large pile of big and heavy-looking books, and placed them in front of us. "Start reading," he said with a pointed look.

Dean looked at the pile of books, and then turned to his brother. "You're gonna get me some pie," he said while pointing at him, and grabbing a book.

After a while, me, Dean and Bobby were flipping through the books in the hopes of finding something useful, while Sam was out looking for pie for his brother, and chips for me.

It had been close to half an hour, when Bobby stood up, and mumbled something about having to make a phone call.

Dean sighed, shoved the books aside and took out his phone as well. He called Sammy to remind him he is supposed to be getting him pie, and chips for me. When he hung up, he turned to me.

"What do you say if we take a small break, huh?" he asked me.

"Sounds good to me," I answered, standing up. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I heard Dean enter the kitchen and turned to face him.

"Hey Jay," he said, and I looked at him in question. "Happy birthday."

I removed the bottle from my lips, and smiled at him softly. "Thanks."

"I wanted to congratulate you earlier, but I uh…"

"You forgot and that's why you rushed out earlier, to buy me a present," I finished for him.

He smiled at me sheepishly.

I softly chuckled. "It's okay, I didn't even needed a present, you know I don't like birthdays anyways."

"Yeah well I still got you one. If you get presents from Bobby and Sam, then you're gonna get one from me too," he said, and handed me a square package, wrapped in black wrapping paper.

I unwrapped it, and squealed in excitement when I saw the contents. Ten new cd's! And ones from good bands as well! I didn't buy much cd's, because I usually bought my music from the iTunes store, but I was always happy to have some anyways.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed. I flung my arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

"I thought you would be happy with them," he chuckled, burying his face into my hair, like he always does when we hug.

"I am, thank you so much!" I chuckled back at him.

"You're welcome, birdy," he said softly.

And I'm afraid that's it for this chapter! Let me know what you guys think! Seriously, let me know what you like, what you hate, what you think I should change,… anything! Constructive criticism is always allowed and helps improve the story. So review!

This was mostly a filler chapter, and next chapter things will be getting interesting and a small part from Jayden's past will be revealed. I will probably post it somewhere next week, or the week after that, as school will be taking a lot from me these next two weeks.

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