Sorry about the delay. It's been a crazy few months for me. I've got some more of the story posted for you guys. Comment and like if you enjoy it!
"Hey, Sam?"
"Gus, hey. What do you need?"
"Where were Dean and Juliet having dinner?" Sam stilled.
"I'm not sure, why?"
"We have questions to ask, and Juliet isn't picking up her phone. We were hoping to just stop by, and see if we could talk with her." Sam's gut instinct was that something bad was happening.
"You know what? Don't worry; I'll go and talk with them about all this. What were you trying to find out?"
Shawn had grabbed Gus' phone by this point. "Look, Sam, they're on a date, and I need to know what she told you about the detective." Sam's eyes narrowed.
"We never told you that this involved another detective. How'd you know?"
"Psychic, remember? I need to know what you know. That way, we can figure this all out." Sam's reservations about Shawn's psychic abilities were still tense, but his revelation caught Sam off-guard. "Now, are you going to help us or not?"
"Look, I don't know where he is. If you let Juliet go, I'll help you find whoever it is you're looking for."
"I don't need your help," she snarled. "I can't believe I ever thought you were different!"
Dean gave her an exasperated look. "Now is not the time for this. You can chew my ass out later, but I'm trying to get you out of here." Crowley chuckled menacingly.
"Your girlfriend, is it?"
"No," she stated, glaring at him. "Never."
"Well, then, you won't mind if we shoot her?"
"Don't!" Dean yelled, taking a step towards her. Juliet seemed like she didn't care what they planned on doing to her.
"Then stay where you are!" Crowley growled. "Your heart has always gotten you into trouble, dear Dean." He brought himself close to Dean. "I'm going to take Juliet, and she'll take me to Cain. After all, he's her partner."
Dean got slightly scared at those words, but tried to downplay it. He glanced at Juliet, who was actively avoiding his gaze. "Please don't; take me instead. I got the address. She doesn't even know demons or hell exist, and I want it to stay that way."
"Well, looks like she'll get a lesson about it tonight." Crowley gave a devilish smile. The sound of a blade cut through the air, and the man guarding Juliet crumpled to the ground. Castiel stowed his knife in his trench coat and stepped over the body. Juliet immediately drew her weapon and pointed it at him.
"Stop! You are under arrest for the murder of—the murder of that man." Castiel gave her a quizzical look, then turned back to Dean. "Stop where you are!" she shouted. Castiel did as he was told, but called to Dean.
"We got word that you and Sam were closing in on Cain." Dean's head cocked towards Castiel as he nodded. "And I see that the King of Hell got to you first." Crowley narrowed his eyes at the angel.
"What're you going to do about it, angel?" Castiel's blade slid out from the trench coat. Crowley disappeared in a puff of smoke. Dean turned around to face Castiel, and saw Juliet's confused and horrified face.
"But—that man just vanished! And this one killed a guy!"
"That guy was holding you hostage!" Dean yelled.
"He didn't deserve to die!" Castiel was in between the two, unperturbed by the hostile argument. "Who the hell is this guy anyways?" Juliet demanded, her gun still pointed at Castiel. Her eyes darted between the two men as she waited for an explanation.
Castiel introduced himself. "I'm Castiel, servant of the Lord, protector and friend of Dean Winchester." He offered his hand, as he remembered it was customary to do. Juliet stared at him in disgust, and kept her gun up.
"Dean, who is he really? One of your cronies?"
Dean sighed. She was not going to let that incident slide. He decided not to entertain that idea right now since they had to get down to business. "This is Castiel, an angel. That guy that I was talking to was the King of Hell. Literal Hell." Juliet scoffed at the idea. Hell, angels… that was fairy tale stuff. But the way that Dean and Castiel were looking at her made her lower her weapon.
"Wait, you're serious. But there's no such thing as—"
Castiel touched her arm where she had gotten a bad cut from her apartment complex by taking a corner too fast. It was no longer painful, and when she checked it, it was gone. Completely. She took a step back, and gawked at Castiel. "—an angel," she breathed. Her hand went to her neck, and Dean saw a cross hanging from it.
"For someone who doesn't believe in angels, that's a mighty nice cross necklace."
Juliet was fingering it. "It belonged to my mother."
Dean ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry; I lost my mother too." They shared a brief moment of solidarity. Dean's phone rang. "Hey, Sam; what's up?" Dean paused, then turned from Cas and Juliet. "What do you mean, they're with you? I told you I didn't want them mixed up in this! Henry told us—" Dean grunted as Sam spoke. "Fine, but they're taking Juliet home once we're done talking." Dean looked to the sky. "You know what? I don't care what Shawn thinks. They don't know about angels and demons, and I'd prefer to keep it that way, Sam." He ended the call, and turned back to the group. Juliet was the first one to talk.
"So Sam, Shawn, and Gus are coming, I take it?"
"Yeah."
"And they don't know anything about this? The whole angel, devil…. whatever this is?"
"Nope. You just happened to be here at the wrong time." Dean forced a smile, and Juliet could see he hadn't wanted any of this to happen.
"Well, I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not. I didn't want you involved in the first place."
"I can see that, but I know Carlton the best out of everyone here. That's who this is about, right? I heard the man talking about a detective, and you asked for his address. I'm not stupid."
Dean gave her a long, hard look. "Juliet, this is a bit more complicated than you think."
She glared defiantly at him. "And why's that?"
"Because your partner is Cain, as in Cain from the Bible." Juliet stared at them in stunned silence.
