Skylar limped around the next day, still getting use to the idea of being flung around by Supernatural beings. It hadn't taken long to find the witch. She had been an attractive women in her 30's. Jones', being a total creep, had fired after she refused to sleep with him.

Instead of trying to sue for misconduct or defamation, or something along those lines, she decided that she would melt his insides. Honestly, if Skylar could pull that off, having the means to do that to a man that has wronged you didn't sound like such a bad idea.

But the women had been a total bitch, so she couldn't feel too much sympathy for her.

Dean had shoved a gigantic branch into her chest and they called it a day.

However, things did not go back to normal like she had planned. Skylar was currently in a room with an angel. The angel named Castiel. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands planted firmly on his knees; his posture impeccable.

What do you say to an angel? What do you say to an angel with no sense of humor?

"Dean said that I have to baby sit you." Skylar rose her eyebrow is question at the robotic deep voice. He continued to talk. "You don't look like a baby."

Skylar chuckled, turning on the television and plopping down Indian style next to the Supreme Being with an attractive vessel. "I think he meant that you have to make sure I don't get killed."

"Ah. Well – I will do my best."

"Soooo…." Skylar tried to fill out the awkward silence. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Castiel turned his gaze to her, cocking his head in misunderstanding. "I don't understand the question."

"Never mind," she said as she began to watch the television in silence. She rose her eyebrows in exasperation and blew out a much needed breath.

Castiel rose from the bed, his features in concentration. "Dean is calling me. I have to go."

"Is he alright?" Skylar asked her question in a bit of a panicked voice. It was unusual to see Castiel's face concerned instead of indifferent.

"Yes," he answered immediately. "But he is asking me to go."

"Then you should go," she stated the obvious.

"He gave me specific instructions to watch you. It's the least I can do considering…"

"Considering?" she encouraged.

"Nothing," Castiel said quickly to cover his blunder.

"What's going on? Where is he?" For the first time since he had been gone that morning, she began to panic.

"Perhaps you will be alright if I leave you. I'll be back shortly."

"No!" she said before he could vanish. "I should go with you."

"That's not wise."

"Please," her voice broke slightly. She couldn't be left behind to worry while everyone tried to 'protect' her from what was really out there.

Before she knew what was happening, she was teleported to a dark building. The instant gratification of being somewhere else in an instant did not agree with her and made her slightly dizzy before her vision cleared.

However, the sight that greeted her was more than she was prepared for. Standing across the room was Dean, blood dripping from his body and torturous instruments clenched tightly in his hands. A man was chained inside a devil's trap, an evil smirk on his face despite the obvious persecution that he had undergone.

"Well…well…well… what do we have here?"

Dean turned for the first time, realizing that Castiel and herself were standing silently, watching his ministration and perfected suffering of his former 'mentor.'

The look in his eyes were blood thirsty and unhuman like.

Dean quickly tried to hide the demon that continued lingering from within. But Skylar had seen it – had seen the 40 years spent in hell.


Dean paused at Alastair's words, his gaze riveted in delight.

Dean turned around, realizing that Castiel had come to his calling.

He could feel his humanity slipping away with every gruesome ministration he inflicted upon the one person that had tortured him for decades, berated him into unknowingly breaking the first seal. The seal that would bring upon the apocalypse.

However, what stood beside Castiel was much more troubling than simply slicing a demon limb from limb.

"What in the hell is she doing here?!" Dean barked in a deep voice that could put fear into God himself.

"You told me to watch her and she insisted on coming. You asked me to come – I came."

"You forced me to do this," he seethed through clenched teeth. "I told you I'd do as you asked if you kept her from this – All of this!"

"And I have," Castiel countered. "I only appear when she isn't around. If you didn't want me to bring her, you should not have asked me to appear."

Dean dropped the rusty knife he had been holding, looking away because he couldn't stand to see the fear in her blue eyes at that moment.

"Take her home."

"What's the rushhhhhhh." Alastair's slithering voice carried throughout the quiet space. "So this is what you've been keeping from me? Thisssss is the weakness that I could see in you, but couldn't touch. What a sweet moment – for me."

"I'll physically drag you back to hell myself if you touch her, so help me God."

"Now, now, Dean. Let's not be hasty. There's no reason why you're little companion can't play with the rest of us…grown-ups. The party is just beginning."


Skylar soon found herself back inside the motel room. She was alone and welcomed the solitude as she emptied her stomach into the toilet. She couldn't stop vomiting. The sight that had greeted her was nothing like she had expected. While she was relieved to finally have a sense of what Dean had been keeping from her, it was far from what she had anticipated.

Sam had told her that Dean was a killer…a torturer. She had never seen it firsthand more than what she had witnessed in that moment. Every time he hunted with her, he usually made clean strikes and quick kills. However, she witnessed the joy in his eyes more than once.

But never more than when he tortured Alistair.

That was not her Dean.

Or maybe her Dean was imaginary and the gruesome killer was real.

To think that after all these years when she berated him for being a terrible person, he had actually been on his best behavior when she was around.

The thought was too terrifying to comprehend.

"Are you alright?" Castiel appeared next to her as she continued to vomit.

"Go away," she choked out. "I just wish everyone would go away!"

"Dean is doing as instructed. We have a war at hand."

She peered up into the angel's face, realizing that he held little sympathy for humans of any kind.

"And this is why you pulled him from hell?"

"We need him."

"Need him to torture and kill for you? How can…"

"It is none of your concern. We never anticipated to raise him from perdition only for him to marry a weak human that needs constant supervision. The only thing you need to know is that Dean is fine and our mission is at hand."

"What party was Alastair talking about?"

Castiel hesitated and chose not to answer.

"What party!?"

"The apocalypse."

Skylar's faced paled even more. So this was really happening? The four horseman? The Book of Revelation? The end of the earth?

"Get out," she said again in a quiet tone that indicated that she no longer had any reason to speak to him. If the world was ending, why would anyone bother trying to keep her safe? Death was inevitable.

Without another word, he vanished. Skylar turned on the shower head and stepped inside. She sank down and sat in the tub, letting the hot water redden her skin as she hugged her knees to her chest, too shocked to cry.