Q and A Time with an Angel.

"Where the hell have you been?" I snapped when I knew Castiel had come back. My nose tingled when he was around, he smelt sweet.

"To find Dean. He is a lot faster than I thought he would be. He wasn't at the grave site." he sounded bored, like he wasn't having fun anymore.

"Well he's just woken up after 4 months of being ripped apart, I think I'd shag ass too. Did you find him?" I turned to face him. Now showered and fully clothed.

"Yes. A gas station 8 miles from the woods. I'm surprised he made it with no water. He has gone to Robert Singer."

"Bobby…" I lifted my hands to my face and held it while I thought of the old hunter. I'd been a little less than a total bitch with him. He must hate me. When I first started hunting, a wendigo got me pretty bad; the three scars lined across my stomach were a constant reminder of how close I came to death. Bobby had found me, cold and bloody, deep in the thick woods surrounding Forks in Washington. Turned out he was looking for the same thing but I had beaten him to it. Found me just in time though, if it wasn't for him I would have bled to death out there.

Bobby got me to the nearest hospital, covered as my uncle and had me patched up. Then came the lecture on how a young girl like me shouldn't be hunting, how dangerous it was and how next time I might not be so lucky. He carried on like that for days. It always struck me as strange how I would wake up and he would still be there, when I didn't even know the guy. Either dozing in the chair next to my bed, talking on the phone or pacing near the window. One afternoon I woke up and felt a lot better than I had all week. I tried getting up, to get out of the place but he wouldn't let me.

"There's no rush kid."
"Yes there is. I need to find…"
"What? What could be more important than getting your strength back?"
"My brother…" after that he fell silent. I never spoke of my family before, but it wasn't long until he asked the question I had been waiting days for.

"Is that why you hunt…your brother?"
"No." I hadn't cried in front of him, not even when I was torn up. I turned away so I didn't start now.
"Then why? You can't just be doing something like this for fun!"
"My parents…they were killed by…something. Sacrificed."
"Oh…how did you…"
"My father was a hunter, a good one - James Jacobs. He taught me everything when I was younger; as I grew up I lost interest. Wondered away from the fairy tales of monsters and demons. I got rusty."

"JJ. He was your father?"
"You knew him?"
"You could say that. Worked with him a few times. He was a good man…I'm sorry." That was the first time I had spoken of my family's fate. The first time I had spoken about them at all since they were killed. Bobby didn't press after that. He went real quiet, pulling on the bill of his dirty trucker cap every now and then; he was grieving the loss of his friend.

"How is he?" I turned my attention back to Dean, thinking about how I'd just ran out on Bobby hurt far too much. Especially now with 'the soul' thrown into the mix. Every emotion was way too intense right now. While Cas was away, I cried because of how the water felt on my skin…

"Dean is fine. A little shaken, but that is to be expected. I tried to speak to him." The angel stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his trusty trench coat.

"What do you mean 'tried'?" I moved closer to him.

"Some people are special; they are able to look upon me for what I am. My true visage."

"And you thought that Dean was one of them?"

"Yes. I was wrong." He bowed his head, almost as if he was ashamed.

"Right…" I grabbed my leather jacket from the bed. "Let's go."

"Where? They aren't there anymore."

"Then where are they?"

"They have found Sam. They're…" Castiel stopped abruptly. He looked around, his blue eyes wide. He started to flicker in front of me.

"Cas…"

"I'm being called."

"That doesn't happen. It never has before…"

"It isn't Heaven calling this time." and with another flicker, he was gone. His expression haunted me. He looked terrified of the mystery that was calling him away.

I slammed my boot down hard on the gas, the wheels on my black 1968 Shelby Mustang spun on the gravel as they screamed out of the parking lot of the motel. Inside, I hadn't noticed how dark it had gotten, the sky was almost black and the stars were winking above. I flicked the headlights on and illuminated that dirt road ahead of me. I lifted my elbow and smashed it through the window, the automatic winder not being fast enough. The clean air hit my face, and I searched through the different scents until I found the one I wanted. This was something I remembered how to work properly - my nose. How sensitive it was and how easily I could pick up the trail of whatever I was hunting. This time I was looking for my angel. I didn't know if he was in danger, neither did he, and I wasn't about to take that chance.There. I picked it up, held on to it and followed it to wherever it would take me.

I had been driving for miles. From looking at the lights to the right, it looked like I had driven to the back end of the other side of town. Slowly they became very few and far between, giving way to the woodland areas. Cas' scent was getting stronger and pulled to the right quickly, my hands did the same on the wheel, sending me barrelling through a corn field. The headlights drenched the vegetables, showing their true golden kernels and thick green leaves before my car crushed them into the ground. I pushed my foot harder; willing the car to move faster than the 140 it was already going. The car roared louder, the needle on the dial creeping up slightly. The wind howled in my ears, throwing my long hair back and Castiel's scent dominated my senses.

Breaking through the field I could see an old, abandoned barn. Sticking out around the back were the tail lights from Bobby's busted up 1971 Chevelle. He had been the one who called for Cas. I slammed down on the breaks, jerking me to a stop not far from the barn. There were quick flashes of light breaking through the cracks, all equally timed and following a burst of glass, like bulbs popping. I pushed open the door and hit the ground running, without giving a second thought to closing the door. It started to rain, my boots squelched on the muddy ground and I almost slipped a few times as I scrambled towards the open doors. Running towards the door on the barn, I picked up another familiar scent – Dean. He was in there, waiting for us to meet again, without even expecting it. Questions flashed quickly through my mind; How was he? How did he look? Would he still be my Dean?

"DEAN NO!" I barked as I stormed through into the open room, stopping when I saw him lunging for Cas. He froze when my voice touched his ears, a blade 2 inches from the angel's chest. The hunter turned his head, then his body followed as his eyes met mine. My breath caught in my throat when I could see him clearly and the wolf in my head went nuts. A smile broke across my lips and my legs ran again. Dean smiled his own devastatingly beautiful smile, let the knife fall from his hand and held his arms open wide. I jumped up into him, flung my arms tight around his neck and my legs around his waist. He held my back and pulled me hard against his chest.

"Hey you." Dean whispered softly into my ear.

"I've missed you so much..." The tears that I didn't even know were there broke free and ran down my face onto his old brown leather jacket. He moved one of his hands up into my hair and wound some around his fingers. I heard him draw in a deep breath and hold it.

"I've missed you too. Everything about you Lex." He squeezed his arm that was holding me tighter. We could have stayed in that embrace forever. Content, wrapped in our arms and feeling the love that was pouring out of us for each other. It was perfect.

"I hate to break up this heartbreaking reunion but we've still got the slight matter of what busted Dean out of hell to deal with." Bobby's words were blunt, like always. I opened my eyes and looked at him from my place on Dean's shoulder. He didn't look angry with me, he looked like he understood why I did what I did. I felt my eyes frown, the old man nodded his head slowly and half smiled.

I loosened my hold and let my legs fall free; Dean lowered me to the ground and looked me up and down. He smirked when he glanced over my chest. I looked down at myself, the rain had dampened the white wife beater I had on and my pink bra was clearly visible through it.

"Good to see something never change." I punched his shoulder playfully before I moved in-between him and Castiel. I smiled to myself; he hadn't changed, not from what I could see anyway. He was still my Dean.

"Same here…" he answered quietly as he turned with me, his smirk fading leaving an almost dazed smile behind; his fingers finally letting go of the strands of hair he still held.

"No we don't Bobby…" I stood next to Cas.

"Alexcia was the one who brought you back Dean. I was just the ride out of there."

I straightened my self out, standing almost proudly next to Castiel. I had done what no other could. Not Sam, not Bobby or any kind of deal – I had raised Dean from the pits of Hell.

"…What?" Dean took his time with the word, his mind running over all the possibilities of what I could have done to save him.

"I saved you Dean. I went down there and dragged your ass out. Don't you remember?" I watched him turn his head away, eyes searching trying to find those last minutes he spent down there and what they would hold.

"No…"

"There's still another question that needs to be answered." All eyes moved onto Bobby. "Who is this guy and what does he have to do with this?"

"I am Castiel. An angel of the Lord." He spoke loud and clear, without any hint of embarrassment.

"Yeah right." Dean snapped. "Who are you really?!"

"He's telling the truth. It's taken me a little time to believe him, but he is what he says he is Dean." I quickly jumped to the angel's defense.

"An angel…" it was clear from his tone he was still having trouble with that concept.

"It was all his idea. I couldn't have done it without him."

"And why would an angel save me from Hell?" the hunter's words were sharp, so very self worthless and directed towards Castiel.

Now this was something even I wasn't sure of. I'd never really asked Cas why he wanted Dean out, I just assumed he didn't belong there.

"Because we have work for you."