Looky, looky, the wifi works! Yay! We finally get to meet the Winchesters! And to those of you who did not see the author's note (which I'm going to delete anyway), I am going to be at Camp Ripley for a couple weeks for national guard annual training. Right now I'm in a hotel room which is why it works. Ripley tends to hate my computer so you might not hear from me again unless I type up another chapter tonight. I do actually have that one planned so you never know.

My muse quit baking so how about a hug and an IOU? Thanks to Ziggymia123, ArmedWithMyComputer (twice!), anonymous-unknown, missfervent, ladygiggs, LastBishop, and fansCastiel for the lovely reviews! Thanks to myfandomneedstherapy and onlyexception8 for the favs and wearingskirts for the story alert!

Here is Chapter 7!

I do not own Supernatural.


Chapter Seven

The Winchesters

For the first few minutes, the car ride was dead silent save for the occasional whimper from Chelsea. She had pushed herself as far back into the seat as possible, situating herself between it and the door. Cas sat close to her, eyes never leaving the driver. She was waiting for something to happen, almost certain the suspense alone was going to be the end of her.

"Why would Pestilence send for us?" Cas asked, his voice commanding like before.

The cabbie, demon, whatever he was began to laugh. "Look, angel boy, when I said 'the big boss,' I meant the top dog, not one of his lackeys."

Cas straightened, his body completely tense. "Lucifer."

Chelsea blinked. Lucifer? As in the Devil? Satan? Her head began to spin. She was either amongst a group of ridiculously extremist religious people or everything she was going through just got a lot more complicated.

"What does he want with us?" Cas continued, having moved closer to Chelsea. He was almost sitting on her but she did not mind. The closer he was, the safer she felt.

"Nothing more than your safe transportation to Pestilence," the cabbie replied disdainfully. He put an emphasis on 'safe' much like Cas had earlier but with the opposite effect. It sent a chill up and down her spine.

"Why would he do that?" Cas tilted his head and his shoulders slackened. The confusion was dropping his guard.

"What is this, 20 questions?" The cabbie shouted, stepping on the brakes slightly. "Listen, when the boss gives you a direct order, you don't question it and you don't tell the guy that wants to kill him the details!"

That silenced the vehicle for some time. Cas appeared troubled but also deep in thought. Chelsea tried her best to not explode right then and there but it was difficult.

She tapped Cas on the shoulder. When he looked at her, Chelsea mouthed: 'the devil?' He nodded slowly, folding his hands together. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Chelsea managed to put herself further into the seat. Cas gave her a sympathetic look, as if he could know how crazy everything was to her.

No one spoke until they reached their destination. Chelsea supposed the building looked innocent enough but right now it was daunting, terrifying. Something terrible was going to happen here. The fact that the devil was protecting them was proof enough. Just thinking that line made her feel like she was going to hell.

And what was Pestilence? The name sounded awfully familiar but she could not place it.

The taxi pulled into the lot, brakes squealing. Chelsea pulled on the door handle immediately, which finally worked, and practically fell out of the vehicle. She scrambled to get up and was ready to run when Cas grabbed her arm. She calmed under his grasp and allowed him to help her up. Cas instantly moved her behind him, keeping a grip on her wrist, the left one no less.

The cabbie looked like he was going to laugh. "C'mon, Castiel, do you think I'd take you all this way just to kill you at Pestilence's doorstep?"

"The thought crossed my mind," Cas replied, moving them back slowly.

Frowning slightly, the cabbie shrugged. "Second floor, Room 225. Try not to screw up. Oh, and Chelsea," he paused, turning his eyes black again and smiling when she jumped. "Why don't you ask your guardian angel what he and his buddies do to people like you? I got a feeling you're scared of the wrong side."

With that, the taxi took off leaving Chelsea and Cas alone in the dark. All of the questions and demands in her head somehow cancelled each other out so instead of bursting out in some kind of tirade, Chelsea just stood there, dumbfounded. That was until Cas began to walk away toward the building.

"Where are you going?" Chelsea asked.

"To confront Pestilence and get the Winchesters."

"You're just going to leave me here? What if the demon cab driver comes back?" Chelsea tried to ignore how ridiculous that sentence sounded and focused more on how Cas seemed to be backing out of his vow of protection rather quickly.

Cas stopped and turned around. "You are safe. He cannot harm you."

"You believe what he said?"

He paused, as though reevaluating his answer. "Yes."

They were both quiet a moment as though something else needed to be said but neither knew what it was. When Cas looked ready to continue on his trek inside, Chelsea shouted, "Be careful!"

Cas said nothing at first and appeared to not be able to react until he nodded slowly. Soon after he disappeared inside and left Chelsea alone in the parking lot, frightened and unsure of what was to come.


For the first few minutes, Chelsea hid behind one of the few cars parked outside, making sure she was not in view of the door. Now and again she would look in its direction, her heart pounding like a drum in her head even though it remained as still as ever. She held a rather large stick she had found lying on the ground in her hands. It would probably be as effective as a peashooter but holding onto something gave her a little comfort, even if she did feel stupid.

When Cas did not reappear, she began to get worried. No doubt he was up against something difficult and he had probably not fully recovered from his 'accident.' These Winchesters were not as impressive as they ought to be if they needed an injured man to come in after them. She thought to go inside as well but quickly tossed that idea; she would be as useless as a peashooter too.

With nothing else to do and the need to occupy herself, Chelsea decided to look up this thing they were up against: Pestilence. Skipping through the sites that seemed realistic (because God knew she had left that realm ages ago), Chelsea eventually stumbled up a page that reminded her of a cult of some sort. It spoke of Pestilence and his three brothers: War, Famine and Death.

"The Four Horseman of the-"

"Apocalypse," a voice spoke, finishing her sentence. Chelsea jumped, dropping her phone and stick on the ground. She backed into the car, which of course she could not disappear into. Before her stood an older man with an oddly happy look on his face, though he held a bloody hand which from what she could tell was missing two fingers. She wondered how he could have just snuck up on her like that. Sure, she was a little distracted but footsteps in the dead silence were not something one misses.

"Tell me, did you honestly that stick would help you in this situation?"

Chelsea looked down quickly but did not say anything.

"Ah, my apologies, let me introduce myself. I am Pestilence." He held out his bloody hand. Chelsea cringed. "And you must be Chelsea O'Neal, a nurse no less. How coincidental. It's too bad we had to meet like this, I had some great plans for you and that angel, too bad he had to ruin them."

Cas was alive. This was good. However, now she was stuck with the guy he was fighting but after what he said, she had a feeling that he could not do anything to her. It was an intuition and she prayed that it was correct.

"Well, I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. I have some things to tend to," Pestilence said, gesturing to his hand. "By the way, tell Lucifer that I know what he did and that I hold grudges for a very long time."

Suddenly he was gone, vanished into thin air much like Derek had except without the light. Chelsea stared at the spot for some time before sliding down the car and sitting on the ground. She was fairly certain her heart had stopped beating at some point but her body was too afraid to notice and react. Anymore of this and she would start to prefer death.

Grabbing her phone, Chelsea stood up again and looked around. The area was as vacant as before. With a last glance at the stick on the ground, she ran inside the convalescent home and immediately headed for the second floor. She tried not to freak out when she saw the dead bodies lying on the ground and side stepped them before picking up her pace. When she passed Room 223, she slowed down to a walk. She was about to turn in the next door when someone stepped out of the room at the same time. Both of them jumped backwards, though Chelsea ended up falling on the ground. The man she had nearly hit, the one she had seen in the barn with Cas, pulled out a gun quickly and centered it on her chest.

"Dean, don't!" Cas shouted, grabbing his arm and lowering it. "She's with me."

The man, Dean Winchester she assumed, looked back and forth between them a moment. He was around the same age as Cas but he was taller and probably just as good looking but Chelsea could hardly tell at the moment. She was still recovering from her umpteenth heart attack that night. Anything and everything under the sun was happening to her.

Dean sighed. "Cas, you picked a hell of a time to get a girlfriend."

Cas did not looked amused. Neither did she for that matter. With his help, Chelsea stood up and faced the man properly. Behind him she could see an even taller man with much longer hair. His brow was furrowed in confusion but other than that he did nothing. By process of elimination, she figured he was Sam.

"Hi," Chelsea said quietly, her voice not completely back yet.

"Hi," Dean replied, smiling nicely. He held out a hand which she eventually took. Several images filled her head.

"You were Michael's vessel but now your brother Adam is," Chelsea spoke even though she had no idea what any of it meant. She did not even know why she said it.

Dean blinked a few times, stunned. "How do you know that? Cas, how does she know that?"

Cas sighed. "It's complicated."

"Well, I figured that much."

Sam awkwardly stepped forward and offered his hand, though he seemed about ready to pull it back. She wondered why as she took it. Then she knew why. She blinked several times, opening and closing her mouth a few more before she said, "Lucifer?…I'm sorry."

He nodded. "Me too."

"Okay, this is too freaky," Dean said, pointing to Cas. "Explain it."

"I was hoping to do that at Bobby's," Cas admitted. "It is far too dangerous here."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, let's go."

So without any explanation, Chelsea found herself being herded outside to a car parked on the side of the building. She did not know what to think of the boys but if Cas trusted them, she would have to go along with it. They seemed nice enough from the things she had seen. Hopefully at some point she would actually get the explanation. It seemed that he was avoiding it. After all those guilty looks he had gotten, she supposed she could not blame him but it only increased her curiosity, especially after what the demon had said.

Chelsea stopped in front of the car and almost smiled. "A Chevy Impala…is it a 67?"

"You get that from touching me too?" Dean asked, arms crossed.

"No, actually. My ex…" she trailed off a moment and decided not to add the fiancé part. "He was really into classic cars. Got me hooked too." While it was random, Chelsea had to admit that she really liked talking about this. It felt normal. No demons, angels or anything else unnatural mentioned.

Dean nodded, impressed. "Cas, you know how to pick them. Good job." He patted Cas on the back and then proceeded to climb into the Impala. Cas watched him, completely lost. Sam just shook his head.

"Looks like you passed the initial test. Congrats," Sam said, taking shotgun.

"There was a test?" Cas asked Chelsea quietly. She pressed a finger to her lips and shook her head, taking the seat behind Dean. When Cas took the seat next to her, the car drove off. She felt very relaxed now compared to moments before. Was this how it was supposed to be? One moment she's being threatened by a demon and a Horseman of the Apocalypse and the next she is joking around with guys like it was all nothing? It was indeed all crazy and she was falling into it.

"Is it really the Apocalypse?" Chelsea asked suddenly. The occupants became very quiet and still. Guess she had her answer.


There you go! I hope you liked it! Sorry it's such a small glance at the Winchesters. I promise we'll see plenty more of them. As well as Bobby and the big boss himself: Lucifer! Dun dun dun

Later!