"My name on your lips

Your air in my lungs

Drowned in oxygen

Now you've set the scene

High, on into my sea

Drawing me above..."

Lips - The XX


No one made a move. Not a muscle. In about five minutes. And it infuriated her to no end.

"You don't wanna tell me about what you found? Fine. Meet me in the car. I'll figure it out when we get there." She glared daggers at Sam, not bothering to glance at Dean knowing he wouldn't have anything to say.

And why would he?

Im just another freak to him, she thought.

Without another thought, she left the room.


"Hey ass-wipes. If you would've told me earlier when I asked about the lead you found, I would've been able to tell you what I know about it." She spoke up from the backseat of the beat up, poorly maintained minivan they'd borrowed from her father.

"Wait-know about it? What do you mean? You know Ellen?" Asked Sam, turning in his passenger seat to look at her. Rory sat with her arms crossed over her chest with a sour look on her face as she stared a hole into the back of Dean's head.

Annoyed was an understatement.

"Well, considering she's practically like a mom to me, yeah sure. Something like that." She tore her gaze off of the eldest Winchester to look at Sam, an attitude filling her tone.

"Did you know that her and dad knew each other?" He continued to interrogate with much interest. Dean kept his eyes faced forward as he scoped the area out through the windshield, feeling her eyes on him. He could feel that she was ready to pick him apart, and he had an idea as to why, but he was waiting for the right time to speak on it, and that would be when he found the right words to say.

"I'm not really sure how well, but she's aware that you two are my friends and may have mentioned throwing back a few beers with him once or twice." She shrugged.

"Really? Did they-..have a..thing going on?" Sam rose a brow. Rory let her stomach curl at the thought of John and Ellen rolling around.

Gross.

"God I hope not. Ellen's husband died, not sure what happened they won't speak on it but-"

"They?" Sam cut in.

"She's got a daughter. We're friends." Rory shrugged.

"Wow. You're really pro 'speak unless spoken to' huh?" Dean quipped with a dry look choosing then to turn his head to the side, showing fr his side profile.

"You're one to finally talk." She bounced back with a glare Sam knew not to take lightly. Dean purses his lips.

Movement from her peripheral vision blurred by causing her to turn and look out her window. A figure in the near distance caught her attention.

"...Look why don't you guys go on in and fill in the rest of the blanks. I don't really have much else to say that's pretty much all I know." She spoke idly, keeping her eyes taped onto the green eyed male in standing near the trees.

"Sure. What're you gonna do?" Sam wondered aloud, eyeing her strangely, feeling something was off with her. He made note to talk with her later. With everything going on lately, he didn't doubt for a moment that she was in need of a friend.

"Just phone pops and let him know I'm still up and running." She said looking back to Sam, holding up her phone.

"Alright. See you inside." Said Sam without another word. Dean hung back for a second longer, debating on whether or not he should speak. Rory eyed the back of his head, waiting. Dean sighed as he held his tongue and exited the van.

"Oh! Uhh.." Before the boys could completely disappear, Dean poked his head through the window. Rory suddenly felt the pang of hurt and annoyance for the Winchester in her chest, and decided to change her mind.

"Never mind. I'll be in in a few." She grinned tightly, earning an odd look in return from Dean who then pulled away from the window and carried on into the Roadhouse with Sam hot on his heels.

She waited for them to enter the saloon before getting out of the van herself and slowly approached the waiting man a few feet away.


"Castiel." She greeted, holding his stare.

"How are you Ariel?" He asked, his entire presence more intense than ever. Rory knew he knew about her recent discovery. He's probably been watching her her whole life. That thought alone troubled her to no end.

"Seen better days." She shrugged answering with a slightly bitter tone.


Sam disappeared into a back room, leaving Dean solo for the moment. All he could find himself thinking about was what he'd read on that piece of paper about Aurora. He shook his head in slight disbelief.

Even for him, it was crazy.


The silence was peaceful, though she felt as though her brain would explode at any minute if she didn't ask,

"Am I am angel?" Castiel didn't seem at all phased by her question, as if he were expecting it. Then again, Rory didn't know him to be the expressive type.

"You were, yes." He answered simply, changing her world forever.


Dean froze suddenly, feeling the familiar point of a gun touch his back.

Son of a bitch.

"Oh god, please let that be a rifle." He prayed aloud, hearing the gun cock.

"No, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move." Sounded the familiar voice of who he assumed belonged to the previously mentioned daughter of Ellen that Rory was talking about.


Rory hadn't moved an inch, processing the news slower than ever, she finally blinked.

Castiel waited patiently for a reaction, feeling by her aura alone that it was coming soon.

"...Okay. I-...I have to go now." She spoke, averting her gaze to the saloon as she made to walk off.

"Where are you going?" Asked the angel. She could hear the confusion in his voice.

It wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

"They're gonna need my help any second now. And I can't do this right now." She shook her head, trying her best to swallow her panic.

This is too much. It's too much.

"It's too much." She muttered, coming to a sharp stop the moment she blinked and found Castiel in front of her. She jumped back.

"Y-...you—" She looked behind her at the spot she'd just seen him in, highly confused.

"Can't do what?" He asked, giving a pensive stare. She jumped again, nerves on high alert as she blinked slowly, feeling her patience wear thin.

"This!" She exploded. Quickly she caught herself, remembering that the boys weren't too far away. That's when her mind began to race with thoughts.

The boys. The demon. John. Bobby. There were other things to think about, more priorities and promises she had to keep in mind.

"I can't do this right now. I know I asked for answers but th-...this is not what I had in mind. I–..." she couldn't find the words, she didn't know what else to say. Making to walk away again she moved one foot in front of the other before she stopped herself in midstep again.

She turned to meet the angels eyes.

"Please. Don't come around anymore. Quit appearing outta thin air, the dreams, everything. Just-..leave me alone." She said, earning an emotionless stare from Castiel in return. He said nothing in return, and only watched her walk off into the roadhouse.

Slowly he sighed and cast his gaze heavenward.


Rory stepped into the roadhouse–just in time to see Dean fluidly spin around to grab the rifle Jo had pointed to his back and cock it in one motion.

"That." He said. She wouldn't lie, it was impressive, but the moment Jo's fist connected with his nose, she fell underwhelmed. Her shoulders slumped as she sighed and watched Jo take back her weapon. Rory rushed over just in time to catch Dean before he could fall backward. Jo was quick to turn her weapon onto Rory.

"Sam! Need some help in here. I can't see, I can't even see." He muttered in pain. Rory playfully rolled her eyes at his dramatics.

She couldn't understand why it was so hard to stay mad at him.

"Woah woah easy." She snickered as he doubled over clutching his nose.

"Rory?!" She exclaimed with excitement, watching as Aurora helped Dean to stand straight and pinch his nose to stop the bleeding. Absently she threw a nod at her friend with a troubled grin.

"Heya pal."

The back door opens to reveal Sam, both hands on his head as he enters slowly.

"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a... little tied up." He answered. Tory looked over her shoulder finding none other than Sam and Ellen with a gun to his head much like her daughter had with Dean.

"A lot tied up." Rory grimaced, locking eyes with Ellen.

"Well I'll be. Aurora Singer what the hell is going on? And why the hell are you breaking into my saloon?" Asked the older woman, earning a nervous grin from Rory.

"Funny story, but first. I didn't break in. Sam and Dean did. And second, what isn't going on?" She chuckled lamely earning confused looks from everyone in the room.

"Sam? Dean? Winchester?" She asked, looking to the boys for confirmation.

"Yeah." They answered simultaneously.

"Son of a bitch." She whispered in slight disbelief.

"Well. Nice to finally put a face to the names." Said Jo earning a glance from Rory. She shrugged as the younger woman glared back.

"Yeah, I think these are John Winchester's boys." Ellen lowered her gun and laughed.

"Hey, I'm Ellen. This is my daughter Jo." She introduced. Aurora turned to fully face Jo.

"Jo put the gun down already." She said. Jo did as told and rolled her eyes.

"I shouldn't considering how horrible of a friend you've been lately."

"It's not my fault! I'm dealing with a lotta shit." Rory exclaimed. Dean only continued to watch them bicker with each other as if they were sisters. Feeling eyes on her Jo threw eyes on him.

"Hey." She greeted.

"You're not gonna hit me again, are you?" Said Dean.

Aurora snickered under her breath, earning a smirk from Jo. Dean squinted looking to his blonde accomplice in suspicion.

"You knew that would happen didn't you? That's why you sent us in ahead, you set us up?!" He spoke trying to contain his anger and ignore his throbbing nose.

"You deserved it." Rory shrugged walking passed Ellen to get behind the bar so she could pour herself some beer from the tap.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered watching her every move.

This woman is impossible, he thought.