Dean hung up the phone and came into the living room.
"Hey Tiff, your upstairs is now demon proof. Sam is working on it down here."
Tiffany smiled.
"Thanks, Dean."
"Don't mention it. You two have a good talk?"
I stood up and put the beer down on the brown coffee table in front of me.
"Yeah, we did. We're friends again."
Dean smiled. He knew how much it hurt her when her friendship with Tiffany ended so bitterly. He was happy that she got her friend back. That was one of the worst things Dean will witness. Danielle being unhappy and hurt.
"I heard you talking on the phone. Was it Bobby?"
"Yeah, Dani it was. Bobby found a summoning ritual that can bring the son of a bitch right to us."
"Dean, you sure that's a good idea? I mean, Pamela just looked at him and her eyes burned out of her skull."
Tiffany's eyes widened. Danielle really just said that with a straight face? My, things have changed.
Dean placed his hands on his girlfriend's shoulders.
"Dani, I need to find out. We will have every trap in the book set up for it. I'll be safe."
"Dean, this is dangerous. I'm coming with."
"No, you're not."
"Ugh, Dean I'll be fine. Please let me come with. The more people the better."
"No. Bobby and I will take care of this."
I knew that fighting with him will lead me nowhere. When Dean's mind was set on something, it's stayed as is.
"What about Sam? Isn't he coming with you guys?"
Dean moved his hands from my shoulders and looked into the next room where Sam was.
"Sam and I need a little space right now."
The front door opened and Tiffany's fiancé, Jack came into the door with a smile on.
Jack was a cut guy. He was about 6'2 with short spiked dirty blonde hair. He was skinny, yet had a little muscle on him. You can tell from the rock t-shirts he wears. He also had really kind eyes. They were a darker shade of green. You can tell just by looking at him, he was a nice guy.
"Hey, Dean, Jalissa, I've never thought I'd see you guys again."
He gave me a hug and he shook Dean's hand.
"Hey Jack. Good to see you, man."
Jack liked Dean. He was the one that saved him from the poltergeist that lurked in his house about a year ago. He seemed like a stand up guy. His brother, Sam was a cool guy as well. But, he could always tell, from the way Sam looked at Tiffany, that he had feelings for her. Jack can even admit it to himself, it made him a little insecure.
Tiffany got off the couch and went to give her man a hug and kiss.
"Hey, Tiff is everything okay? Is there a poltergeist in this house too?"
"No, actually there proofing the whole house me and you, so no evil can get in."
Jack smiled at both me and Dean.
"Thanks, guys."
Sam came into the living room, and joined all of us. He saw Jack's arm round Tiffany, and it made him slightly clench his jaw. She was with him. He looked down, and saw her right hand for the first time today. She is engaged?! Sam's mouth was starting to get dry. This couldn't be happening.
Jack greeted Sam first.
"Hey, Sam.
"Jack, it's good seeing you," he said, his voice a little high than usual.
Me and Tiffany looked at each other, knowing how awkward this is. Dean must've noticed too, and he cleared his throat.
"Hey guys, can Dani and Sam stay here till I get back later? I need to take care of something, and I want them to stay safe."
Tiffany and Jack looked at each other and then back at Dean, and nodded.
"Great."
Sam walked closer to Dean.
"Dean, I can come with you."
"No Sam, I already told you. I can handle this. Stop pushing the subject," Dean answered, his voice was very stern.
Dean took his car keys out of his pocket, and kiss me lightly on the lips.
"Please be careful."
"Baby, careful's my middle name."
He said goodbye to Tiffany and Jack, but completely ignored Sam, and walked out the door. I looked at Sam.
"You two fighting?"
Sam swallowed hard before looking at me.
"You can say that."
Dean met Bobby at the hospital that Pamela was held in. Bobby was waiting outside the hospital entrance when Dean pulled up in front of him. Bobby rounded the front of the car and got in.
"Where's Sam, Dean?"
"Not here."
"I see that ya idjit. I mean, why isn't he here?"
Dean started driving out of the hospital parking lot.
"Because he always manages to lie to my face."
Bobby stopped asking questions, seeing how agitated he was. He will play 50 questions later.
Dean drove around to find an abandoned warehouse to do the ritual. He finally found one, and parked in front of it.
Bobby and Dean got out, and all the necessities along with them. They opened the large steel doors and started sray painting all over the place setting up every trap possible. They finished in about twenty five minutes later. Dean stood up from his kneeling position, and looked at Bobby.
"Alright, now what?"
"Now, I say the chant."
Bobby did the chant, and it was quiet for a few seconds. All of the sudden, the tin like roof started rattling like crazy and the windows' glass exploded out of each one of them. the dim lights in the ceiling popped as well, making Bobby and Dean jump. A man with dark hair and a long tan trenchoat came walking in. Bobby and Dean held up their weapons and started firing salt rounds at him. Nothing was taking. The man finally spoke.
"Salt rounds won't work on me, Dean."
Dean lowered his weapon and so did Bobby.
"You're the one who saved me?"
The man just nodded.
"You're Castiel?"
"Yes, Dean. I'm the one who raised you from perdition."
He spread his long and very massive wings, showing the shadow on the walls.
Bobby wishes he could say something, but this was all new for him. Why couldn't it be a damn demon? He would've been able to put it down already. He'll just let Dean ask the questions.
"What are you?"
"I'm an angel."
The man walked closer to them, which made them step back.
I was sitting on the deck in the back of Tiffany's house, looking up at the dark night, which were only lit up by a few stars. Is it stupid of me to pray, hoping my boyfriend will be okay, and wish on the stars hundreds of times to bring him back to me safe? Maybe. But, I'll do anything right now to make that wish work.
I heard the backdoor open, and Tiffany took a seat next to me.
"He's going to be okay, Dani. He's Dean fucking Winchester."
That statement made us both laugh.
"I know. I just worry."
"I know. You wouldnt be Dani if you didn't worry."
Tiffany glanced at her gold watch on her left wrist.
"Happy Birthday."
"It's midnight, already?"
"Yeah, it is. You should come inside. It's freezing out here."
She stood up and walked back into the house, turning her body, waiting for me to follow.
"I'll come in, in a second."
She nodded and closed the door. I took out my cell and called Dean. It went straight to voicemail.
"Dean, please call me back as soon as you get this. I need to know if you and bobby are okay. I love you."
I got up from sitting on the deck stairs, and went inside. So far, this birthday is only leaving me with one emotion. Fear. I can't lose him again.