Chapter 8:

Cash sat in the diner booth, her grey eyes scanning over the local newspaper. Dean and Sam sat quietly in the other booth seat, not one of them touching their food. Cash took a drink of her coke and finally looked up at the two in front of her.

"What's wrong you guys?" cash asked with a smirk. She knew exactly why they were acting that way, Cash was just tying to get a rise out of one of them.

"Did I really see what I think I saw back at the church?" Dean asked, his hazel eyes falling on Cash.

"You mean, the angel?"

"Yes! What else would I be talking about?"

"Michael's an angel?" Sam asked, finally joining the conversation.

"Yea," Cash responded.

"Is he the Michael?" Sam asked, taking the fist bite of his hamburger.

"The archangel?" Cash asked. Sam nodded at her. "No, he was just a Guardian."

"Why were his wings black? I thought they had white wings?" Dean asked Cash.

"He's an earthbound angel."

"What the hell does that mean, earthbound?" Dean asked again. She should have know that they would have a lot of questions for her.

"Earthbound is when an angel decides to leave Heaven for actions that they have done or they knew they would do. They do this so they won't fall from the grace of God. They punish themselves. It's really complicated and I don't really know all the details. Their black wings are a sign of them being earthbound." Sam and Dean watched Cash, hoping she would have more information, but she didn't.

"So why did Michael leave Heaven in the first place?" Sam asked, his brown eyes swimming with curiosity.

"He fell in love with a woman."

"Wait a minute, didn't the fallen fall for women and that's why they were cast out of Heaven?" Dean added.

"You mean the Grigori?" Cash tried to clarify.

"Same thing."

"Well the Grigori married and had children with women. They also gave away the secrets of Heaven. That's why they were cast out, making them demons. See the difference?" Dean and Sam both shook their head yes.

"There was a thing in your grandfathers journal about the Grigori. He said that their were two hundred of them. Do you think they could be the ones that got out of Hell."

"The Grigori never went to Hell. They were stuck here, never to leave the places they were imprisoned to. That is unless someone let's them go. If that happens we are going to have a real problem."

"That must be why the other demons were released. To get to the fallen and set them free." Sam whispered.

"That's what I think to," Cash said with a sigh.

"Well this just keeps getting better and better," Dean exclaimed. Cash gave a weak smile before she finished her soda. She liked the idea of hundreds of demons running around as much as the next person, but she was starting to wish that she could just go back to hunting ghosts and other simple things to get rid of.

"Did you see anything in the newspaper?" Sam asked, eyeing Cash.

"Nothing," she responded.

"Well when we get to a motel I'll call Bobby and see if he's come up with something. Demons usually can't lay low for long. They like to make themselves known," Dean said as he motioned for the waitress to get their check.

Dean leaned against the headboard of the hotel room bed and flipped though the pages in his dad's journal. His dad's journal said nothing of angels, not like Cash's grandfather's journal did. He was still in shock that he had actually seen an angel. Cash had been right all along and he just brushed her off like she was some crazy religious freak. He really hated it when he was wrong. When he got to a page in the middle of his fathers journal a picture fell down into Dean's lap. It was a picture of Dean and Cash sitting on the steps of a diner. Cash's hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had dirt all over her face. She was leaning her head on Deans shoulder and Dean had his head resting on top of hers, an arm holding her to him. He had a small cut on his face, but he was all smiles. She saved his life that hunt and he would never forget it. That picture was also taken on the day of their first kiss. She initiated it of course. Dean was a smooth talker when it came to most women, but when it came to Cash she always made the moves first. That was one of the things he liked about her.

He slipped the picture back into his father's journal and set it on the night stand in between the two beds. He looked over at Cash who was asleep on the next bed. Her hair was in disarray around her face and she had a breath right strip across her nose. He smiled a little. She had been wearing those since he complained that she snored too loud. Her long eyelashes covered her sleeping eyes, her eyes moving back and forth and she dreamt.

"Why are you staring at me Dean? I'm trying to sleep," Cash said suddenly, her eyes still closed.

"How did you..." he started, but she cut him off.

"I could always feel it when you were looking at me when I slept. You did it a lot."

"No I didn't."

"Whatever," Cash said, a lazy smile crossing her face.

"I found a picture of you and me in my dad's journal," Dean said suddenly.

"Oh yeah?"

"It was on the first time you kissed me."

"I remember that. I saved your ass that morning," Cash said, cracking one eye a little, but quickly closing it when Dean looked back over at her.

"I could of handled myself."

"I'm sure you could have," Cash said sarcastically. Dean huffed at her before he slid himself under his sheets.

"Dean," Cash said softly.

"Yeah."

"Turn off the lamp please," Cash whispered. Dean reached over and clicked the lamp off before he let his head fall to the pillow.

"Night Cash," Dean said. He didn't get a response, all he heard was Cash's shallow breathing as she quickly fell back to sleep.