The Explanation

Chapter IV

"You sure you don't want any of this pizza?" The demon asked from his spot at the counter. His mouth was full and pizza sauce covered his mouth. Jen smiled nervously and shook her head as Dean and Sam both sat with guns trained on the demon. Rill scoffed and then added, "Fine. More for me."

Spinning in the kitchen chair happily, Rill chewed mindlessly while humming a random tune. He finished the piece of pizza and fiddled with his black tie, before casually placing his head into his hand and resting his elbow on the counter. He stared lopsidedly at Jen who sat across the marble table from him. The copper haired girl adjusted her glasses and looked at Rill before burying her nose into the spell book that Sam and Dean stole back from the police station.

Yeah. They stole. From a police station. Jen was really starting to think these guys were bad news. Sighing and flipping the page, Jen continued to look for the spell that her best friend, Meg, had read aloud a few nights ago. This was her second time through the book and she couldn't find the spell with the only damn picture on it… She shuddered at the memories of that night, from the shadows to the screaming of Meg.

Rill, who was still staring at Jen absent mindedly, sighed loudly.

"Question." His messy black-haired head rose from its position and sought out the Winchester brothers, who were pacing about the kitchen, thinking silently to themselves. Sam and Dean both stopped and looked the demon, while Jen rolled her eyes. Looking up from the spell book, Rill met her eyes and he cringed.

"Jesus, calm down, Ms. Debbie downer."

"Rill. What do want?" Sam asked crossing his arms and sitting next to Jen. Dean followed in suit, sitting on the other side of the young woman.

"'Cuz if ya' haven't notice… We're a little busy, trying to figure out how to kill you." Dean raised his eyebrows expectedly at the demon, who swallowed and nodded quickly.

"I wanna change sides." He blurted out, quite rapidly. Jen and Sam and Dean all cocked their heads to the side and furrowed their brows. Looking at one another, they snorted. Rill, who was afraid he wasn't being taken seriously, stood up.

"I'm not kidding. It's a very personal decision. And after having the time to reflect on what your grams told me, Jen… I think it's a good choice." Rill smiled widely, before holding his arms out to the side, "Whaddaya say… buddies?"

"Hold up. You never even explained how you knew my grandmother." Jen pushed her glasses up over her nose and rested the on top of her head, causing red hair to poke out here and there like an untamed lion's mane. Crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair, she stared down the demon who took his seat once more.

"Well, ya' gagged me, tied me up, and through me in this salt circle before I could tell ya' anythin'!" Rill motioned to the ground, which large coarse grains of white rock salt rested on the tile floor. Jen looked to Dean who appeared offended.

"What? I almost got a face full of glass thanks to him!" Dean put his hands defensively.

"How do you know my grandmother?"

"I'm surprised she didn't tell you… After all, witch's blood skips a generation." Rill shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, then continued on, "Back in my younger years, I was quite the pain in the ass so to speak. I was constantly screwing up spells, and scary the shit outta random people-"

"Like a trickster?" Sam asked, eyeing the tall demon. He nodded.

"Pretty much. But, I'm not as powerful as one. Like I can't pop people into a Limbo-land, or sumthin'. Anyway, your grandmother was a witch, Jen. She wasn't one of those warty old gross chicks, though." Rill shuddered along with Dean, "I pretty sure she was a white witch."

"And that means…?" Jen inquired, looking to the men in the room for some answers.

"She was pure. Good. Not trying to do any harm… Instead of serving demon she, uh, she served a higher being." Dean explained to the girl, who nodded and urged Rill to continue.

"She joined up with the neighborhood's 'cooking club' and things took off from there. That was '56." Rill snorted and looked blissfully off into space, "God. That group of witches was so much fun to mess with! I mean, they were so… stupid... All except for dear granny Zelman." Rill flicked the last name of his tongue quickly, as if it would burn him if he let it linger any longer. He continued on, basking in the confused glare of the younger woman, "She was smart… I'll give ya' that. She read and researched and found out what I was. Then she trapped me in that god forsaken spell book… For 53 years I was in that book!"

"Why'd she put you in the book…? I though you were just screwing around with the witches…Just being annoying?" Jen asked, the realization hitting her. Rill looked down and coughed uncomfortably.

"I may have, uh, harmed some fellow witches when I, uhm, flunked up a certain spell." He bit his lip and looked up at the hunters, "I didn't mean to! Honestly. Your grandmother didn't believe me so she shut me up into that book. She told me that maybe I should consider my loyalties. After all, demons don't apologize."

The room fell silent for a moment, and the only sound was the wind racking against the small house, and tree whipping all about. Jen tapped her nails on the counter, causing the group of men to look at her. Looking up, she was confused.

"So… You guys mean to tell me that witches and ghosts and demons and all of that other crazy shit… Is real?" She scoffed and ran a hand through hair, grabbing her glasses and tossing them to the table, "What are you going to tell me next? That Dracula lives in my attic?"

"He actually lives in-" Rill began to add, but Sam cut him off.

"Rill. Not helping."

"Sorry." He squeaked. Jen looked at the boys and then placed her head into her hands.

"Y'know… This is really… really, really insane." She paused, "But, I guess I'm gonna have ta' run with it. You guys seem puh-retty fucking legit."

Sam and Dean smiled at Jen who lifted her head out of her hands and adjusted her plaid shirt on her shoulders. Clapping her on the back, Dean laughed.

"That's a girl!"

"Anyways. As I was saying. I want to change sides." Rill smiled at the group of young adults, who immediately turned the attention to him, "In order to do that, I need help from an angel of lord."

Dean and Sam looked at one another.

"Alright look. Obviously, you know who we are. And that probably means you know who ours angels are. Just a fair warning, one's a vague, cryptic, pain in the ass, and the other one is an ex-trickster. So, granted, you may not get what you want right away." Dean explained as Rill nodded.

"Mmmmkay. Let's do it." Nodding, the demon cracked his knuckles loudly. With in seconds, Jen heard footsteps from down the hall.

With a swing of a kitchen door, two young men stepped in. One was dressed rather boringly, bearing a suit, a tie, and a trench coat. But, his looks made up for the loss in clothing sense. He was attractive, tall and dark-haired. He looked rather calm, and at first glance, one would think he was brooding. Messy, tousled hair sat atop his head, and scruff lined his straight jaw line. The second figure to walk into the kitchen was the polar opposite of his friend. He was decked out in a brightly colored polo, with jeans and converse adorning his tall build. His chin was a prominent feature and his eyes seemed to glow with mischief. Jen couldn't help but laugh at the clean shaved man made his way to Sam and hugged him hugely.

"Sammy! It's so good ta' see ya!" The man rested his chin on Sam's shoulder before Sam shoved his head away.

"Jen, this is Gabriel, he's my angel." Sam introduced the two. Jen stuttered.

"Angels… Gabriel? Great. It's like my CCD class all over again."

"Eh, don't sweat it beautiful; I never liked those classes either." Leaning against the counter next to Sam, Gabriel cocked a head to the other man in the room who seemed keen on staring at Jen from his spot in the kitchen.

"That emotion lacking being over there, is my brother Castiel." Castiel looked to Gabriel who smiled at his brother.

"I told you, Gabriel. I have been experiencing emotions. It is not funny." His face was unmoved as he scolded his brother. Dean laughed and smiled at his angel before introducing the elephant in the room. Sitting across the table Rill sat with both hands bracing his seat. He sat with a wide grin and soon, Castiel and Gabriel turned to him.

"Guys... This is Rill. He's and demon and he wants to change sides."

"Howdy!" Rill waved, "It's great to meet you really." He propelled himself from his chair, landing feet first on the floor. Stepping right over the rock salt that Sam had lined on the floor, Dean shot out of his seat.

"Dude! What the hell? You're not supposed to be able to get outta that!" Dean shouted, pointing to the man made salt circle. Rill shrugged, and then skipping on only the black checkered tiles, he made his way to the two angels before him. Taking each of their hands, he shook them vigorously. Dean stood still dumfounded at the scene before him.

"Jen! Look! My hand is all holy and stuff!" Rill excitedly pushed his hand into Jen's face, then rolling her eyes, Jen congratulated him.

"I don't understand… Your hand has no holes…" Castiel began to take a closer look at Rill's hand but Dean sighed.

"Cas'… Holy. Like church holy."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Alright… Listen buddy. You want to change sides?" Gabriel asked leaning forward and breezing over the whole 'holy' conversation before hand. Rill nodded excitedly, but to his dismay Castiel answered for Gabriel.

"The apocalypse is over. We must not upset the balance of order."

"You mean, even if I do some crazy sorority thing, I can't be on God's side?"

"Exactly."

"What if I streak?"

"No."

"Steal a car?"

"No."

"Tip a cow?"

"No."

"How about give Dean a lapdanc-"

"Rill…?"

"Yes, Sammy?"

"Don't finish that sentence please."

"The answer is 'no' Rill. You cannot change sides. It's against the order. As a demon, you must serve as a demon." Castiel repeated it slowly, hoping to sear it into the demons brain.

With in seconds, Rill's attitude took a plunge to visit the South Pole. He instantly straightened up, and took a step back. Now, looking professional as ever, he nodded.

"Fine. I'll just have to be a good demon." He cocked his eyebrows once before retreating into Jen's living room, but not before grabbing the last slice of pizza. Rill tried to slam the kitchen door, put it swung through the door way, hit the cabinets and came flying back at him.

A loud thump echoed through the kitchen as Rill groaned and stomped off to the couch.

"Great. Now Mr. Trickster-Poltergeist-Demon boy is in a bad mood. I can expect wonderful things to happen tonight." Sam shook his head and slouched into his chair, swigging his beer.

"I'm still trying to get over the fact that he just stepped out of that goddamn circle!" Dean was wide eyed, staring at the smudged sodium clouding the spotless floor. Jen sighed.

"Dean, forget about it. He's crazier than you two combined, and odds are more powerful than we think." Jen said, motioning to the brothers before placing her head in her hands again, "I just don't understand. I've looked through this book more than 10 times, and I can't find the only spell with a fucking picture."

"Spells? Ohhh. Witchy voodoo, huh?" Gabriel asked, taking Dean's spot. He slid the book across the counter to face him before taking it into his hands and inspecting it. Making various comical faces throughout the whole thing, Jen couldn't help but laugh. Looking up, Gabriel seemed pleased.

"See Sam, I am funny. Or at least Jen here thinks I am."

"Gabe, get on with it."

"Right, sorry." He searched the book some more, and Castiel joined his side to help him find what he was looking for. Cas' pointed something out on the binding.

"I know why you can't find the spell." Gabriel sang in a sing-song voice. Jen looked to him and Castiel, as the quiet angel nodded.

"So? C'mon Loki, spill it." Dean snapped, using the angel's Pagan name.

"It's a special kind of book these enchantments were written in. It's called a PaginaeInvisibilium. That literally translates to Invisible Pages, but in the magic world," Gabriel made a rainbow with his hands, "… We call them pain in the asses."

"It means you will not be able to recast the spell." Castiel explained.

"Shit. That means we won't be able to send Rill and the dark forces he calls friends back into the book either… Grams already used that spell." Jen groaned. Dean and Sam both looked at one another with disappointed frowns.

"Well… This sucks."

"For you guys it does, but technically, we don't have anything to do with this." Gabriel winked to Cas' who didn't seem to catch on.

"What? Why are you only blinking one eye?" Castiel seemed concerned for his brothers winking. Sighing and looking to the ceiling, Gabe muttered something before looking to Jen.

"See what I have to deal with?" Jen laughed lightly, but Dean and Sam cut her off.

"You guys are staying and helping." They said at the same time.

"Nope. Sorry, we've got… uh… stuff to do in heaven." Gabe started off towards the door, pulling Castiel by the coat with him, "Y'know polish the pearly white gates and stuff."

"Gabe…" Sam's tone was threatening. Sighing, Gabe let go of Castiel.

"Fine. We'll help. But, just so you know. This really sucks."

A/N: Happy Wedding Day for will and Kate! Best wishes for both of them.