AN: Okay so sorry to keep you all waiting but I do have two chapters for you guys if that helps. Thank you guys for sticking with me! Enjoy and please review. Oh and there's some fluff in this chapter!

Playlist:

Nirvana-Come As you Are

Band of Skulls-Navigate

Indians-Oblivion

The Boom Circuits-Everything and Nothing

Chapter 7 Worth Saving

"Are you sure you wanna' be here when we summon this thing Lucinda?" Bobby asked.

"Yes I'm sure. You guys might need me. We have no idea what this thing is. I'm not leaving you guys."

"That's my girl," Bobby said, smiling as he pat her on the shoulder.

They sat in silence, except for Bobby's whistling, waiting.

Luce spoke up. "I think it said your name."

Dean turned to look at Luce, who sat next to him. He put down the knife he'd been twiddling with. "What?"

"In the hotel, you said it sounded like church bells but I didn't hear that. But the more I think about it I swear I heard a voice, a male voice, say your name."

Dean and Bobby looked at her, both wearing dubious faces.

"And you failed to mention this earlier?" Bobby asked.

"Well it's not like we don't know whatever it is, is after Dean. Plus, I wasn't sure I wasn't just hearing things."

After another brief silence Dean spoke up. "You sure you did the ritual right?" he asked Bobby. After the look Bobby gave Dean he back tracked "Sorry, touchy-touchy."

They all jumped up as the metal ceiling started rattling.

"Wishful thinking but maybe it's just the wind," Dean said, looking around.

Luce was about to comment when the lights blew and the doors opened. She stared, her own shotgun in hand as what looked like just a regular guy walked towards them but after a minute her eyes went wide and she froze. They fired off several rounds until they realized they had no effect.

As the man came closer Bobby pulled Luce behind him with one arm. "What's wrong with her?" Bobby asked Dean, concerned. Dean shook his head and refocused on the man in front of him as they started firing off rounds into the man. Luce watched as Dean and Bobby's rounds had no effect on him, he barely even seemed to notice, except for the blinking when he was hit.

When they could see what they were doing wasn't working Dean picked up the demon blade. "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," the man answered in a deep voice.

"Yeah. Thanks for that."

Luce watched as Dean stabbed him but the blade had no effect, inadvertently taking a few steps back as he relieved himself of the blade.

Bobby swung at him but he stopped him, pressing his fingers to his forehead. She watched in horror as her father dropped to the ground.

"Hey you bas…" she started towards her dad when the man grabbed her arm and put those same fingers to her forehead. His face changed to one of confusion. He tried the trick with his fingers again, nothing.

"Alright get away from her!" Dean came around and pulled Luce behind him none-too-gently, before facing off again with whatever the hell this thing was.

"We need to talk Dean," it said. "Apparently all three of us do. I do not understand how I just had no effect on you," the man said, turning his gaze to Luce.

She just stared at him from behind Dean. "I guess you're not a good as you think you are buddy," she said.

He tilted his head at her, reminding her of a puppy "we are not buddies," he said.

Luce just made a face that said 'this guy's nuts' and bent down to check on Bobby as Dean did the same.

"Your friend's alive," he said to Dean.

"Who are you?"

"Castiel."

"Yeah I figured that much I mean what are you?"

"I'm an angel of the Lord."

Luce stayed kneeling next to her father as Dean slowly rose to his feet. "Get the hell outta' here. There's no such thing."

"This is your problem Dean, you have no faith, unlike her," he nodded towards Luce. "She believes in angels, as she should."

Dean and Luce watched with wide eyes as the light in the shed flashed and showed the shadow of Castiel's wings.

~O.o~

At breakfast the next morning Dean raised an eyebrow at Luce as she sat down next to him. "Is that my shirt?"

She blushed, forgetting that she was wearing it. "Um, yeah. I found it under my bed and I've kind of been sleeping in it."

Sam smiled and Dean felt a tingle in his gut. 'What did that mean? Did it mean anything?' He thought as he realized he liked the idea of her sleeping in his clothes. He saw Sam smiling at him and kicked him under the table.

Sam grunted and glared at Dean while Dean wore his best 'I'm totally innocent' look as he shoveled eggs into his mouth.

"So," Sam started, looking at Dean. "You could hear the angel trying to talk to you but Luce couldn't?"

"I did hear the radio and TV static though," Luce noted.

"And she swears she heard it say my name back at the hotel," Dean added.

"Yeah there's that too and we saw his wings."

"You mean we just saw the shadow of his wings," Dean said.

"No Dean we saw his actual wings."

"Wait," Sam spoke up, "so Dean just saw a shadow of his wings but Luce you actually saw his wings, the real deal?"

She nodded. "They were beautiful."

"What else are you keeping from us?" Sam asked.

She bit her lip before answering. "Okay, I saw him, like his true form. It's the most magnificent thing I've ever seen."

The brothers watched as she got a faraway look in her eyes and Dean snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention. "Hey, Luce," he said.

She blinked and focused on his face. "Yeah?"

"Is he really the most magnificent thing you've ever seen?" Dean joked, winking at her.

Luce rolled her eyes. "Yep," she said popping the p.

Sam laughed as Dean leaned back in his chair, pretending to be very offended.

"I don't get it," Sam said. "Pamela saw his true form and he burned her eyes out but you, you're totally fine."

"This Castiel said that only a select few can perceive his true visage, or whatever. Maybe that's why he couldn't knock you out like he did Bobby," Dean said.

"Makes sense," Sam said.

Luce nodded, although she kept the thought to herself that she felt like there was something more complicated than that.

Later she found Dean out back working on Baby.

"Hey," he smiled when he saw her.

"Hey, I thought you could use a cold beer," Luce smiled holding up a bottle of the cold beverage.

"Oh you read my mind," he said as he took the beer from her and took a big swig of it. "Thanks baby girl."

"You're welcome."

Dean could tell she wanted to say something else as he leaned against the impala. "What's up Luce? You didn't just come out here to give me a beer."

She jumped right into it. "You don't really believe what that angel said do you?" she asked, stepping closer to him.

"Believe what?"

"That you don't deserve to be saved?"

Dean looked away, taking another drink of beer.

Luce sighed and moved so she was right in front of him. "Dean, if anyone deserves to be saved it's you."

He looked down at her, seeing the utter sincerity of her words on her face. He shook his head.

"Luce, you've been away for years. You're new to this life. You don't understand now but you will. Sometimes hunters don't make the best decisions, innocent people get hurt, and that's on you."

"Hunters aren't perfect, we're people too."

"Luce…"

"No," she reached up and placed her hand against his cheek. Dean fought the urge to close his eyes and lean into her touch. "Dean Winchester you are one of a kind. I can see on your face that you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, but you don't have to. You have a bigger conscience than you let on. You would do anything for your family, for me, for Bobby, and especially Sam. Hell you did. You sold your soul and went to Hell and someone up there," she pointed to the sky, "got you out. You are worth saving."