And Castiel was right, Samandriel was waiting just outside the bar, only he had taken a different form this time. He was standing in the meatsuit of what most people would call a couch potato. Dean held back his laughter, but a squeak of it escaped. Cas shot Dean a look to tell him to shut the fuck up and Dean bit his lip, he wasn't about to mess with Cas now.
"Castiel, Dean, Sam... Young girl." Samandriel greeted them, standing up straight. This body didn't portray his personality at all, it just didn't look right to any of them but Cas who could see his true form.
"Samandriel, you better come with us..." Dean trailed off, "but please find a new meatsuit."
"This is the first meatsuit I could find that could hold my true identity." He stated.
Dean just nodded and carried on his way, Dominique was walking behind them, next to Sam and she couldn't help but wonder if they looked like a strange bunch of people.
A man wearing a faded white vest and sweats looking like a couch potato, a man in a suit and trench coat that had been worn out, she could see how Dean, Sam and herself looked somewhat like a family, but with these men she thought they could look a little strange to the naked eye.
"You sure you're up for this?" Sam asked her, she turned her head to the side to get a glimpse of his facial expressions.
"I'm sure. Don't think I can handle it?" She raised her eyebrows.
"You're a Winchester, I know you can handle it. That's not the point though, this isn't the life you want Dom." He sighed.
Dom bit her tongue, how would he know what life she wanted? In actual fact, she did want this life. It wasn't a bad life, "I do want this life though, Sam."
"No you think you do, but you don't." Sam objected. "You need to get out, before it's too late."
"Don't you think it's already too late, I mean I'm a Winchester, like you said."
And with that comment Sam said no more, he just huffed knowing how right Dom was, she was a Winchester, and Winchester's don't have a choice. There is no 'out'.
"Besides, I don't have a life left in England. I don't have anything, but now I have you and Dean." she smiled and this had a smile tugging on Sam's lips. He had never really imagined himself being an uncle, and for some strange reason he always thought if he was, it was going to be to a boy, not a teenage girl.
"You two hurry up" Dean called and led them all into a warehouse.
"Wow it's dark in here" Dom chuckled a little.
"You just stay put, okay?" Dean said to her, she shrugged her shoulders and sat on the cold hard ground. She wasn't one for just staying put. She listened carefully but got back up just ten minutes later and wandered around the old warehouse. It was just like the one Crowley had tied her up in, the memories came flooding back.
Suddenly, a door flew down in-between her and the rest of them, she screamed loudly and Dean ran to the other side.
"Dom!" He yelled.
"It's okay, I'm okay." Dom told him, she felt like she was talking to a door.
"Oh, yes you're okay darlin' but not for long..." A voice came from behind her. She turned on her heels, "Aw, don't be afraid. I'm Meg, I'm just an old friend of Dean's."
|I know this is really short but I thought that's where it should end, and I'm writing the next chapter now so it'll be up soon, ENJOY!;)|