Hey all two chapters in one night! YAY! This is my apology for not updating as much as I should have! Hope you enjoy it! : ) xx.

Disclaimer – I do not own; Dean W, Sam W, Castiel or Bobby. However I do own; Claire W, Matt, Mark, Anna, Nick, Sarah and Andrew.

Fate

"It was long your message, I don't like the sound of your voice grating," Castiel commented and he sighed as he moved like a drunk person.

Sam sighed with relief once he knew it was Cas. But his tone soon changed. "What's wrong with you?" Sam questioned. "Are you…drunk?" Sam asked as Castiel looked around him and swung slowly from a chair.

"No," Castiel snapped and in a drunken footstep moved closer too us. Sam moved me behind him, and left just enough room for me too see.

"It's Cas, he's not going to hurt me," I mumbled.

Castiel almost slipped as he tried to grip something. He sighed and pursed his lips. "Yes!" He said like a naughty teenager.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sam said and shifted his position.

Castiel sighed and leaned his head against the wall. "I found a liquor store,"

"And?" Sam asked.

"And I drank it!" Castiel snapped. "Why'd you call me?" He sighed and moved towards us a little off balance.

"Whoa! Easy, jeez you're moving like Claire when she was throwing up a couple of months back," Sam smirked and helped Castiel maintain a balance. "Are you ok?" Sam questioned as he took a step back too look at him.

Castiel gestured for Sam to come closer too him. Sam moved his head so Castiel could whisper in his ear. "Don't ask stupid questions!" Castiel commented in a perfectly audible tone, I couldn't help but giggle. "Now tell me what you need," he leaned against another object.

"There have been these demon attacks, massive, around the whole town," Sam started but Castiel butted in.

"Any sign of angels?" Castiel asked.

"Sort of, they've been speaking to this prophet," I announced and Castiel looked down.

"Who?" he questioned.

"This girl Leah Giddion," Sam answered for me as he knew I was terrible with names.

Castiel shook his head. "She's not a prophet,"

"I'm pretty sure she is," Sam smirked holding Castiel's shoulder in a patronizing way. "The visions, the headaches, the whole…package," Sam said and moved his arm off Castiel as he looked up and sighed.

"The names of ALL the prophets, they're seared into my brain," Castiel rolled his eyes to look at us. "Leah Giddion is not one of them,"

Sam processed this and his eyes widened. "Then what is she?" Sam questioned.

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"We went out looking for you!" Sam sighed as Dean walked through the door, his face a pale white, and his body shook slightly. Sam wasn't lying we had been out and looked for him! I hadn't had any sleep last night as we tried to figure out what the hell this Leah girl was! Then we noticed Dean's hands were covered in blood. "You alright?" Sam questioned his expression dropped.

"Yeah, it's uh…not my blood," Dean said and looked down at his hands but he decided it wasn't a good idea. He paused and started to move. "Paul's dead," he announced. Sam and my eyes popped out.

"What?" I shouted in shock.

"Jane shot him," Dean said and looked just as terrified as us.

"It's starting," Castiel sighed. Dean looked taken a back once he realised Cas was here.

"What's starting? And where the hell have you been?" Dean questioned as he frowned.

"On a bender!" Castiel's rough voice snapped.

"He's," he paused to look at us then he took in what Castiel said and frowned and looked at him. "Did you just say on a bender?"

"Yeah, he's still pretty smashed up," I smirked.

"IT is not of importance, we need to talk about what's happening here," Castiel said and looked spaced out as he gestured with his hands in the air.

"Well I'm all ears," Dean sighed and went to the sink to wash his hands.

"Well for starters," Sam started. "Leah is not a real prophet," Sam announced as he took a seat next to me and Castiel on the sofa.

Dean stopped what he was doing and looked up at us. "Well what is she exactly?"

"The whore!" Castiel announced.

"Wow Cas! Tell us what you really think," Dean said as he dried his hands.

"She rises when Lucifer walks the earth," Castiel said and pointed to a book on the table with the page open on 'The Whore of Babylon'. "And she shall come baring false prophecy, this creature has the power to take a humans form and read humans mind. The book of revelations calls her the whore of Babylon," Castiel explained to all of us.

"Well that's Catchy," Dean commented.

"The real Leah was probably killed months ago," Sam told us.

"Poor Rodger," I commented.

"And the demons attacking the town?" Dean questioned.

"They're under her control," Castiel announced.

"And the anochian exorcism?" Dean asked, now that he mentioned it, the Dylan guy did get a few words mixed up in the exorcism but it seemed to work.

"Fake," Castiel announced and gestured with his head. "It actually means you breed with a mouth of a goat," Castiel smiled and chuckled too himself.

"Excuse me?" I asked and raised my eyebrow as we all looked between one and another in silence.

"It's funnier in anochian," Castiel shrugged with a smile.

"So the demons smoking out? That's just a con?" Dean shrugged unimpressed. "Why what's the end game?"

"What you just saw, innocent blood spilled in God's name," Castiel shrugged.

"You heard all that heaven talk! She manipulates people," Sam shrugged.

"It's just too slaughter, kill, and sing peppy little hymns!" Dean sighed and got up and wiped his hands with the towel before throwing it on the counter. "Awesome!"

"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible," Castiel carried on. "It's just the beginning she is well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit,"

"Alright and how do we go hemp on Babylon and all of this bitch?" Dean said his face tense.

We all looked at each other. Castiel got up and placed a thick stick on the table – no sexual innuendo intended – and we all looked up at him dumbfounded. "The whore can be killed with this," Castiel announced. "It's a stick made from a Cyprus tree from Babylon," Castiel carried on and walked about as he talked. Dean held the stick and examined it.

"Right," he said turning his head to see Cas getting a drink of water. Sam stared at the stick as if it was the most precious object he had ever been near. "Lets ventilate her,"

"It's not that easy," Castiel sighed.

"Of course not!" I commented and Sam grabbed the stick from Dean.

"The Whore can only be killed by a true servant of heaven," Castiel said and took a sip of water.

"Servant like…?" Dean questioned.

"Not you…or me and Claire, and Sam of course is an abomination," Castiel said. He looked lost in thought as he talked. Sam sighed next too me, and looked down at the stick. "We'll have to find someone else," Cas sighed taking another sip of water.

"We know someone," Sam smirked and Dean caught on.

"Great who!" Castiel said with sudden excitement.

My brothers looked at each other and smirked. I know exactly who they were on about…Rodger.

They waited till nightfall to go after Rodger, we caught up on some sleep, and Castiel just sat on the sofa. I sometimes think it must be tough to be an angel. Anyway Castiel left once we were all up, washed and dressed. Sam went out to get food so it was just Dean and I in the motel.

"Hey catch," Dean said and I moved my attention to him as he flung a silver object through the air and I caught it with my natural ability to catch.

"Uh thanks," I smiled as I looked down at a silver locket. It was oval and had a turquentine stone in the right side. I opened it up and there was a picture of Sammy and Dean in it. "Thanks," I said with more enthusiasm this time and I placed it around my neck.

"Don't mention it," he coughed carrying on with packing some non-essentials. Sammy came back and within seconds Castiel and Rodger appeared infront of our eyes in the motel room. We were sat around the table looking at the Whore of Babylon page and thought of ways to tell Rodger that his daughter was dead and a woman who looked like his daughter was responsible for it.

He looked around and panted as Castiel let go of his arm. "What the hell was that?" he asked and looked around he noticed us and looked straight down at my bump. I put my hand over it as if to shield it from his stare. Dean stood up and walked towards Rodger and Cas.

"Yeah he wasn't lying about the angel thing," Dean said as he walked. "Have a seat Pud-Ray we gotta have a chat," he said and we sat him down and told him everything. Dean was pretty straight forward with it all, Sam would try and soften it for him, and I would try and give him the sympathy.

"No," he simply stated and shook his head. He grunted. "She's my daughter!"

"I'm sorry, but she's not!" Dean said and stared him straight in the face. "She's the thing that killed your daughter," he said plain.

"That's impossible," Rodger replied and shook his head.

"Look Rodger, we understand that this must be very hard for you to imagine!" I smiled at him as comfortingly as I could.

"But it's true and deep down you know it," Sam summed it up for me.

Rodger paused to think about it and water started to form in his eyes.

"Look we get it, it's too much," I smiled.

"But, if you don't do this, she is going to kill a LOT of people," Sam insisted. "And damn the rest to hell,"

"It's just," he paused as Dean held up the fat Cyprus stick. He examined it and then looked at us. "Why does it have to be me?"

"Because you're a servant of heaven," Castiel commented from behind Rodger. For some reason he was just leant against the side, not participating with our seated area.

"And you're an angel," Rodger replied.

"A poor example of one,"

Rodger stared on Castiel for a while and then back to the stick.