Title: Absolution

Author: TigerTiger02

Chapter Title: Soul Meets Body

Spoilers: pretty much if you haven't seen any season four you probably shouldn't be reading this since Castiel is featured heavily. Pre-"I Know What You Did Last Summer"…. And considering this has been Kripke'd (although I've been working on it for a good month) I think you all know where this is heading…

Summary: Castiel's retrieves Sam and Dean for a mission from God. Guess they didn't expect it to be an Atomic-Bomb Girl. Or she'd be broken and a one mouthy-girl. Shameless Castiel/OC.

Disclaimer: not mine, if it was I would totally take Castiel home as pet, he's just so darn cute!

Dedication: to Nikki, who has been here with me every step of the way, and to all the readers and reviewers, you totally make my life!

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they're far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

-'Soul Meets Body' by Death Cab for Cutie

The weeks after the Heaven vs. Hell showdown were filled with silence, awkwardness, and glares from everyone. Isabella constantly found herself leaving rooms when Dean and Eve were both in one. She found that she spent most of her time alone with Castiel, alone with Eve, or with both of them. She was never alone with either Winchester because they both seemed on edge around her. At the moment she was in bed while Castiel tried to coax her from it, reluctant to face the winter morning.

"Don't wanna get up!" she whined to her lover as he attempted to extract her from the warm bed.

"Isabella, Robert has asked us to go to the grocer and pick up some things, you will cease being a petulant child and get out of bed." She knew Castiel was annoyed with her when he dropped his contractions and spoke so formally.

"But the floor is cold!" she said, the whine still in her voice. Castiel rolled his eyes.

"That is precisely why we have gotten you slippers."

"Come back to bed, Cas. It's only eight in the morning." She said coyly. "We have all day to go to the store." Castiel crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot impatiently. Isabella countered his action by sitting up, taking the front of his shirt in her hand and hauled him down for a lengthy kiss. Despite his annoyance at her previous actions he was soon shedding his clothing and crawling back on the under the covers with her. Needless to say Castiel's powers of persuasion had nothing on Isabella's and they didn't leave the bed for another two hours.

"So when are we going to Grace me up?" Isabella asked as she compared prices on some rice Eve wanted for tonight's meal. Castiel glanced around the supermarket before answering.

"I was waiting for you to be ready." He answered finally. She paused and thought on it for a moment.

"I think I'm ready." She murmured softly. "It's been a month since I lost my memory and… I want you Cas."

"You already have me." He said blithely.

"No, I want all of you, not just the almost human you but the angelic one. I want to remember the rest of my extremely long life. I want to fly and I don't know, do other angelic stuff like kill demons." Castiel smiled indulgently down at her.

"Of course, Beloved, we will do the ritual whenever you'd like."

"Tomorrow night? Dean and Sam will have left for that hunt in Stratton, Nebraska and Bobby just left for that hunt in Mississippi. And Eve said she would probably spend some time at the Bronze." The Bronze was a little club that Eve had been frequenting in the past month. She was suddenly and desperately searching for Adam. She had confided in Isabella that Dean had slept with Anna and Eve no longer felt that they should be together. She decided that she would either find a normal guy or Adam. Castiel smiled down at her.

"Tomorrow night it is." He agreed. Isabella smiled brightly and pulled him down for a kiss.

Sam and Dean had already left, Eve had left, and Isabella was relaxing in a bath tub filled with bubbles and lavender scented bath salts. Castiel had told her that relaxation was key; otherwise she might level the house after she got her Grace back.

"Everything is ready in the room." Castiel's voice was rough and husky. She smiled and crooked a finger.

"Wanna join me? The water's great." Castiel's eyes darkened and he slid his boxers off before stepping in behind her. They remained silent as his hands worked over her neck and shoulders.

"Are you scared?" he asked her gently.

"No. Yes. I don't know. I'm trying not to be but I saw what happened with Anna." They both winced at her name before Isabella continued. "I don't want to disappear like that and end up in Indonesia or something."

"Anna… Anna didn't have anyone to anchor her to that stable, which is why she went where she went. You have me to anchor you."

"Oh. Good."

"Relax." He breathed into her ear and she wondered how she was supposed to relax when as she wanted to do was jump his bones. When she was so fucking terrified at having the power to do almost anything at her finger tips? His mouth moved to her neck and she felt herself relax back into his chest as his hands went to her waist. The water in the tub was already turning lukewarm so Isabella turned to Castiel.

"You. Me. Bed. Now." She ordered and stood before wrapping a towel around her naked self.

The moment they shut the panic room door, Castiel's mouth was slanting across hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. They flung off their towels and hands soon roamed the bare expanses of skin greedily. Castiel managed to stumble backwards, which caused Isabella to laugh because the thought of a graceless angel was just too funny. He pulled her down with him and the light clicked off bathing them in the warm glow of the lit candles. Her laughter died down as Castiel took her delicate, thin hand in his own. He kissed the tips of her fingers gently and moved to the other hand, his breath was warm against her skin as he breathed out lyrical sounding words.

Castiel's eyes are dark as he continues to map her body with his mouth. It was slow torture, his mouth laying words and kisses against her sensitive skin.

"Please…" she begged while arching her back towards his retreating mouth. Her heart thundered in her chest, pumping precious blood and jolting amounts of adrenaline through her veins. Her muscles shook from exertion and her breath labored like she had been running for miles upon miles and was just getting a chance to rest. Foreplay with an angel was surprisingly like torture. Castiel's nimble fingers danced across her skin next, at first she thought they were just lazy patterns he was making. A dim, distant part of her brain registered them as runes.

He pulled an ancient dagger off the bedside table. He nicked his finger on the tip and blood welled up. She tensed up and Castiel turned his eyes to her, his face completely serious. "Beloved, relax." He said and his mouth began to retrace the steps it had taken before. His fingers following adroitly in a similar fashion, bloodied runes that she would someday understand. Her skin was tingling from where he touched her now. Her body relaxing with each gentle touch as Castiel murmured in the strange language.

A strange, foreign heat filled her, and she itched and ached at the same time. She felt wildly uncomfortable as if she were wearing a wool bodysuit in the middle of summer. She needed to move, she needed him combined with her, she need to feel him against her. She surged upward and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck. Their lips clashed together as Castiel swallowed her moans as he pushed inside of her. Her nails clawed wildly at him as his voice became louder and louder, still speaking in the ancient language. He's slightly rough with her, pushing her backward and covering her body with his. She gasps and moans his name, he swallows it eagerly while pinning her hands above her head with one strong hand.

Isabella struggles against him, gasping and writhing beneath him as his whispered words cascaded over her in a waterfall of vowels and consonants. Her low moan rent through the air. Finally he moves his hand down her body, brushing across her breasts and ghosting over her curves before griping her hip tightly. Her fingers trailed his shoulders, his back, his arms, dragging sweat across his silken skin and leaving welts in their wake from her nails. She tilts her hips and tightens her knees around his waist. Her body thrums with his every movement and there's this burning heat boiling up in her. Light seeps from her skin, pulsing in time with her heart beat and his Grace answers the call of hers. The room is thrown into sharp, deep shadows by the play of light on their skin. His eyes are so dark with his expanded pupil that they're almost black. She sees the juxtaposition of their glowing bodies in the mirror. Her pale white skin glowing like the moon and his tanner skin the white heat of the sun bursting.

She barely notices that he nicks his palm open with the dagger. She doesn't even notice when he catches her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm before nicked it and mixing their blood together. She's too busy drowning in the thousands of emotions she can feel. They fill her up to the brim as she writhes beneath her lover. She barely registers the ominous whine of the bed and creaking moan of the metal chains. Instead she bites back a gasp but it rips from her mouth. Colors burn in her vision and her mind flashes to poppies bleeding and lilies turning to ash as the world spins into color.

There's something inside of her rising up, tearing through her body like lightning and she recognizes it as her Grace this time. The world is breaking apart at the seams, she's breaking apart at the seams, and there's crashing and flickering light. She arches her back as it all comes to a crescendo as Castiel fits his hand over his mark on her. His strong voice shouts the last word just as the world breaks apart into light and thousands of glittering shards of glass. The bending of mirrors and preconceptions and everything's as it should be, she sees the past, present and just a bit of the future. She hears glass shattering, a tinkering bell like noise as the seal breaks as well as all glass in the area and she notes the cascade of silver.

Brilliant light fills the room burning up everything in its path, everything that she was. And for a moment she transcends her body, they leave their earthly bodies behind, joined as one in souls. But they jolt quickly back. Her is voice golden as she cries out as the world shatters again, white light everywhere. Castiel's voice in her ear his words rolling rapidly together, bubbling from his mouth as the litany of repeated phrases flows from his lips like a well-known prayer, the words foreign before she understands completely.

Colors burst from black, white, and grey and everything gains a new shine to it. She doesn't notice the fact that the bed has broken and collapsed to the floor during their transcending. The vibrancy and beauty of the worlds fills her vision at the same time as a fiery ache takes hold of her back and she feels the ghost touch of feathers. Her breath seizes and heaves before black blots her vision and she passes out.

She doesn't remember not-existing. She didn't exist and then she did, it was as simple as that. She opened her eyes and suddenly realized that she had form, she had thoughts, she had emotions, and knowledge. She turned her eyes to her maker, confusion filling her.

"Who am I?" the first words to tumble from any beings mouth.

"My daughter. I am your creator, your father. God."

"Do I have a name?"

"Isabella. You are my gift to humanity; you will care for them and love them as your own."

"Who is he?" Beside her there was a man, or rather a being that had been formed into man-shape with man-thoughts. He towered over her, far taller than her with a lean, hard build. His long hair was such a light blonde that it bordered on white and was tied back. His eyes were a strange color, rather then her and her father's shared slate grey they were a lavender color. He was handsome, beautiful really. He shone with a golden light while she shone pale silver.

"Your brother, Lucifer, the morning star."

"Brother." She repeated the foreign word, rolling it around her mouth and tasting it. She liked the word. She stepped forward and embraced him, pressing her mouth to his cheek.

"Sister." Lucifer murmured softly.

The scene dissolved and changed. That's when Isabella realized that she was reliving her angelic memories through dreams.

"My children!" Everywhere she looked there were angels. She recognized Uriel, his sneer no longer lingering on his face. He was beautiful and burned brightly with the light of God. Over there was Raphael who looked excited and bouncy. Adam and Eve stood observing all the angels with awe. And Cas… Castiel was staring at her intently. She turned her face away and leaned to her father's ear.

"How are you feeling, Father?"

"Exhausted, my dear. But worry not." Castiel was still staring at her, his expression, his expression impossible to read.

"Who is that one?" she finally asked.

"Castiel. He is a Dominion, my dear."

"Why does he look at me like that?"

"Love." Was her father's explanation.

And then there Castiel's mouth against her ear.

"I love you, I love you, I love you a thousand times and then a thousand more." He whispered, his words ghosting over her neck and wrapping around her, filling her with light and buoyant happiness. She laughed brightly.

"I love you…" She whispered back as they gazed upon their charges.

"Do you wish you were them, sometimes? Do wish Father loved you as much as them?" he wondered.

"Don't say such things. I have tasted but a fraction of the human emotions with you and it is enough for me." He turned his brilliant eyes back to her, a gentle smile upon his lips.

"It is enough for me too… having you and having Father is enough. Protecting them and watching over them is enough."

"You… don't share Lu's views?"

"Never." The bright sunshine was pale in comparison to their happy light. She held her hand up and pressed it to his before entwining their fingers together.

"Forever?" she asked. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Forever." He confirmed. "Always and forever."

She stood in Eden, sunlight streaming down through the trees. It was beautiful out, as it always was. She basked in the sunlight, it the glow of God. Eve, unaware of her nakedness was picking berries, munching on them as she spoke.

"Adam is wonderful… he's just perfect… what was this emotion called again?" she asked while cocking her head. Her long gleaming hair was slightly tangled and there were scratches on her legs from stepping to close to the brambles to get at the sweetest berries. Isabella laughed lightly.

"Love. Its love. Happiness… contentment…"

"Is that what you feel with Castiel?" Eve cocked her head curiously, blue eyes surprisingly perceptive for such a naïve being.

"Angels cannot feel the same emotions as you can but yes, I suppose its close enough. If I were to take on a human form then I could but this form you see is merely an illusion to put you more at ease. While you can perceive my true form and voice it is a comfort to have me look as you do." Eve shook her head.

"So you actually look like… a light, like Father?"

"Yes."

"A talking light. Yes it is a tad… awkward."

"Where is Adam?" Eve shrugged.

"Talking to the beasts." Isabella bobbed her head in acknowledgment as she diligently watched the first woman (second really but Eve never need know that) pick berries. They were dangerously close to the Tree of Knowledge and Uriel trusted her to guard it while he did… whatever he was doing. Eve stepped close to her, her delicate hand brushing the abundant fruit. Isabella darted forward, unsheathing her sword and bring the flat of the blade down hard upon Eve's hand.

"You mustn't eat fruit from this tree!" she scolded. "Did Father not tell you this?"

"He did but… why? I don't understand why?"

"Eve, if you eat this fruit… bad things will happen."

"Then why did Father put it here? Why did he place this tree in the garden if we are not to eat the fruit from it?"

"He has his reasons… just leave this tree alone… just ignore it. It is dangerous. I would not wish the consequences upon you. Leave it be, Eve." Eve nodded, properly chastised and moved on. Isabella watched her go, a heavy feeling in her heart. Hopefully the human would heed her warnings… if not Isabella could not imagine what would happen.

Once more the scene changed and Isabella was standing outside of Eden. Across from her was Lucifer as the wind whipped around them. She realized that they were standing on a cliffs edge and her hand was on Lucifer's arm, tugging gently.

"Please, Lu. Please!" she begged as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Why should I, Isabella! We are better than them! We came first! It should be us he loves more! Not those mud-monkeys!" he snarled in anger, shaking her off.

"Please!" she sobbed out. "Father will forgive you, just come back with me! Don't start this war Lu! Don't make me choose!"

"I will do as I please, Isabella, now what is your choice. Me or them." She shook her head, tears obscuring her vision, her sobs increasing so that her entire body heaved with each sob.

"Don't make me, Lu, please don't make me." He seized her roughly by her shoulders, shaking her as his wrath increased.

"You will choose damnit! Me or them! Your brother or those damnable humans!" He snarled into her face, his eyes were slowly turning red.

"I can't!" she gasped out. "I can't choose!"

"Me or them!" he spat out.

"Don't make me, Lu, I love you too much." She sobbed harder.

"And I love you, Sister." He said and yanked her closer. His mouth pressed against hers in a violent kiss and she sobbed into his mouth, cringing and jerking away. "You are mine!"

"Lu! Please! Gather your senses! We are siblings, not to be lovers! I don't love you like that!" she gasped out between sobs.

"Useless!" he growled. "Don't you see, Isabella? With us together nothing can stop us, not even Father."

"No! I can't! I can't!" she screamed. "I choose them!"

"Then you choose death!" he snarled before shoving her off the cliff.

The black out lightened with blurred shapes.

"You agree, my dear?" her father, looking so old. Michael, golden curls and looking too old for his youthful appearance, stood behind her father.

"Yes. Please. I don't want to hurt anyone." She whispered. She sat still on the floor, large feathered wings drooping slightly around her slumped floor. She was so exhausted. Lucifer has almost ripped her to pieces. It hurt what he and Lilith had done to the humans. It had hurt that all of her warnings to sweet Eve had been for nothing. The demons had gotten their way and the next eternity would be fighting their draw. The war had been so difficult and her heart was heavy from the mass casualties and from her friends and family switching sides. What could they do now? She refused to cause anymore pain. But even her decision was causing the one she loved pain. Castiel fought against Uriel and Raphael. His face twisted with sadness, his light dimmed.

"Don't! Don't do it, Isabella!" he shouted.

"I must. There's a reason for this." She said softly as she glanced at Uriel and Raphael who released her broken lover. She cupped his face in her hands, eyes twinkling. "I love you. But it must be done, worry not though. We will meet again, some sunny day." She pressed her lips to his and went back to Michael and her Father. "Do it." She said in a determined voice. And then she was thrashing around and writhing in pain. A moment afterward she awoke in a body not her own with no knowledge of who she had been.

Isabella sat up, gasping for air as she stared at the fan in the ceiling spin lazily. She was alone in the cool room and piles of blanket were atop her. She blinked, once, twice, thrice before laughing joyfully. Everything had an odd shine to it, as if a layer of her eyes had been peeled back and she was seeing everything as if it were new. Despite the chill of the room she wasn't terribly cold. She stepped out of the bed in a smooth, graceful movement and slipped her feet into her slippers before wrapping her robe around herself deftly.

"Cas?" she called softly. Her lover didn't answer but it mattered not. She pranced up the stairs and moved to the kitchen where lowered voices spoke. A wash of emotions and thoughts rushed over her. Idle surface thoughts whispered through her mind.

"Wonder when Izzie's going to get up, I'm so worried about her…" it was Eve, Isabella recognized it immediately.

"Damn rifle, never using that blasted thing again, the kickback nearly dislocated my shoulder, aww… damn it hurts." That sounded like Bobby.

"Why won't she talk to me anymore? What did I do?" Dean's plaintive thoughts were clearly about Eve.

"If she's a full-blown angel will she know about what Ruby and I have been doing?" Sam's thoughts were fearful and she withdrew from the thoughts to focus on Castiel. There was only a vague hum then…

"Beloved, you're awake."

When she stepped into the kitchen Castiel already had his head turned to the door expectantly. Everyone turned to look at her, Dean's jaw unhinged, Bobby started to chuckle under his breath, Sam stared unabashedly at her, and Eve surveyed her carefully.

"Morning!" she chirped cheerfully and helped herself to a blueberry pancake which she rolled up before biting into. "Mmm! This is good!" Without even checking the chair she knew was behind her she sank down and grabbed another pancake.

"You don't seem all that different." Dean finally said followed by a sip of coffee.

"Oh but I am. In fact I feel great! I must have had ten hours of sleep at least!" Everyone around the table exchanged glances and Isabella narrowed her eyes. "Why is everyone doing that?"

"You were asleep for three days." Eve's voice was wooden as she spoke, her posture stiff as she eyed Dean from the rim of her teacup.

"I guess we can get back to our regular schedule." She murmured. "You know hunting things." Everyone turned to look at her. "What?"

"You're going to stay with us?" Sam asked, looking shocked.

"Of course. You don't think we went through all that trouble of raising Dean and restoring my Grace just so I could flit off. I'm a front lines kind of girl. I don't sit up there playing a harp and refusing to get my hands dirty. Nope, we're coming with. I mean I'll have to pop out every once and a while but I'll be watching over you guys in a totally none creepy way…"

"Awesome, now we really do have angel perched on our shoulder!" Dean said pointedly. Castiel rolled his eyes in a decidedly un-angelic way.

"So where's the next hunt?"

"Stratton, Nebraska!" Dean said cheerfully. "We can get going tonight if we all pack quickly!"

"I will not be coming with you." Castiel said after setting down his cup of tea firmly.

"What? Why not?" Isabella hissed in shock. How could Castiel leave her now?

"There are things I must attend to." She narrowed her eyes sullenly.

"Things?" she snarled. "Things! What things?" Castiel sighed, blue eyes weary as he spoke.

"The search for Anna as well as Alastair. The body he was in was destroyed but there is no doubt that he will acquire another one quickly. Anna is a concern though. Uriel has enlisted me to help him. I know that you do not wish for me to part from you… but Isabella you must understand that your knowledge and power as been regained, I am no longer needed here." Isabella stood angrily, hands clenched at her sides.

"No longer needed…" she growled lowly. "No longer needed? Did you ever think that maybe I needed you, not to protect me but to love me?" Tears filled her eyes and everyone wisely made their exit. Castiel sighed again.

"I know, Beloved. I want to stay but I have my job and you have yours."

"What is my job? And where is Father?"

"You know that no one has been in contact with Father for many years. Please, do not do this. Your job, according to Zachariah is to stay with the Winchesters until further notice."

"Zachariah is not my superior! He holds no sway over me, the only superior I have is God!" she snarled. "In fact I outrank that prissy dimwit! Castiel, I order-."

"Please don't." he whispered, his head bowed. "Don't order me like I'm one of the others. I am yours. Your love. Ordering me would be… a breech in trust."

"I'm sorry…"

"I know." Hurt at his bland tone Isabella drew backward.

"I… I guess I'll see you when I see you."

"Isabella… don't withdraw from me, don't-."

"Perhaps it would be best if you leave." Any expression dropped from his face.

"I love you." He whispered before disappearing with a rustle of feathers.

Later on in the Impala, leaving her trusty SUV with Bobby Isabella stared blankly out the window.

"So what are the facts?" She asks because the silence is killing her. She feels uncomfortable in the car. This metal contraption dulls her senses and its worse than being in a body not her own.

"Bill Gibson. Poor sap was killed in a locked room in his farmhouse." Dean murmurs. Isabella repeats the name, tasting ash and sulphur in her mouth.

"Hell bound." She says suddenly.

"Huh?" Sam twists in his seat to stare at her. She meets his eyes and recoils slightly, unconsciously. There is something inherently wrong about Sam, something she had never sensed before. Perhaps it is the demon blood in him that puts her on edge. She shrugs it off and explains.

"I tasted sulphur in my mouth, sulphur and ash, when I said his name. He's Hell Bound."

"I don't get it…" Dean grouses.

"Give me a name, any name."

"Okay… uh… Angus Young." The taste of honey was thick on her tongue, honey and sunlight as she speaks his name.

"Heaven Bound."

"What? Really? What about Dick Cheney?" Ash and fire and sulphur blossomed on her taste buds.

"Hell. I can tell by saying a person's name if their heaven or hell bound."

"What about us?" Sam asks a strange edge to his voice.

"Now Sam that would be telling, wouldn't it?" She said with a disarming smile. The smile drops suddenly. She goes stiff and her eyes grow wide with confusion.

"Izzie are you-."

"I think that I'm being summoned." She manages to get out before she disappears.

Raphael stands before her, wearing a pair of scruffy jeans, a pale green t-shirt, and a black zip-up hoodie.

"Ah, Izzie, how are you?" She glances at the boulder to her left, smeared blood and sigils for summoning, and one for her name.

"Fine. Why am I here?" she asked moodily. "You couldn't have, oh I don't know, picked up a phone and called?"

"Oh but I did. A summoning is just like a telephone call." Raphael said moodily and with a small sniff.

"Well what is it? What did you summon me for?"

"Enjoy the view for a moment." He said while turning away from her, his face peaceful as his green-eyes stared out into the darkening valley.

They were standing on a plateau, red dust staining her shoes as she stared out into eternity. She sensed that they were the only souls in the valley at the moment, no human's just animals and them. It was quiet; the soft whisper of the wind was white noise as the sun set before them, casting the sky into fierce reds, royal purples, and twilight blues. All around her there were curious rock formations, entirely natural and red dust stirred only by the wind as they stood silent as statues. The sun disappeared fully, dipping below the horizon as the blue twilight faded to black. Stars appeared slowly, winking into existence, brilliant nebulous gases that had probably burned out years ago.

"Its beautiful." She finally breathed out after nearly three hours of standing still.

"Isn't it? Don't get me wrong, I like the populated parts of the world. So many humans, all so unique and beautiful but this… the solitude out here," he crouched down and plants a hand in the dirt, raising it so that the red dust trickled through his fingers, staining his hands like blood. "I love it. I love the silence and the beauty and feeling the music of the earth in perfect harmony. I love the timelessness of it. Even after this batch of humans has died it will still be here, slowly bending to the will of the elements and time."

"And they must be protected. They must at all costs. The Earth must be protected. I assume whatever you summoned me for it was a half-baked plan on how to save us all." Isabella said tightly, following his train of thought.

"I assure you, it is a fully-baked plan. Granted not sanctioned by any of the Arch or by Zachariah, the pompous ass he is. I don't trust him, Izzie; don't trust many of them anymore at any rate. You and I know well that Father is missing, he's contacted me briefly. He was attacked on sabbatical and trapped in the body with almost no control and little memory."

"I remember the dream, vaguely. We are going to find him?" Raph didn't say anything for a long moment.

"Yes. We will be searching for him but the half-baked plan I have has little to do with him, with the exception that he apparently knew of it and sanctioned it. It's to help Dean and Sam Winchester. The machinations at work from the higher ups make me think that those boys aren't being helped with stopping Lucifer from rising. Ergo I have overridden the system."

"So what's the plan?" she asked hesitantly. Raphael turned to her finally, a smirk twisting one corner of his mouth upward and his green eyes brilliant with mirth.

"We're going to raise Mary and John Winchester." He declared calmly.

Today was not his day, Dean decided as he dropped down into what appeared to be a crawl space in the basement. First people had decided to move into the house, what was wrong with them? No one lives in a house where someone had died! Then when he had thought that they had taken care of the problem they come back to find the idiots moved in! Not to mention the fact that the ghost turned out to be a human. He hated these kinds of cases. He had no desire to kill a human ever again. The Benders had been enough for him but no, there just had to be a creepy girl who turned out to be very alive. All in all it's been a crappy couple of days. Eve was pointedly ignoring him constantly and had opted to stay at the motel for now, rather then learn anything. Isabella had up and disappeared without any word since. And Sam kept staring at him like he was about to break.

And then there's the fact that it's creepy down there, not that he's afraid but there's a stench that smells all too familiar. His mind flashes to Alastair and Hell. He swallows heavily when he realizes the stench is decay, decomposition. His stomach turns as he crouches down beside a wet mess of leftover flesh and bones. His shoulders relax when he realizes what he's looking at. Dead dog, okay so it looked like it had been partially eaten but its better then dead human at any rate. His eyes hone in on a drawing of two stick figures and something occurs to him, a thought forming but above there's a loud thump and the thought disappears. Oh god, Ted. Dean scrambles to get upstairs but it's too late. His heart squeezes painfully, a life lost that could have helped with his atonement.

Eve paces the tiny motel room. She's already figured out that its five steps from the door to bathroom but she continues counting them. Back and forth, back and forth. Her phone rings and its Dean. Her thumb hovers over the buttons, Quiet. Answer. Ignore. She answers.

"Hey, we've run into a little problem." She stops her pacing, stomach dropping slightly. "Has Isabella gotten back yet?"

"No. Why?" Her voice is sharp and she knows she sounds a little angry. She can't help it though, she had developed feelings for Dean and she thought that he known, thought that he had reciprocated. Then he had slept with Anna it and became all too obvious to Eve that Dean held no interest in her. She hated that she had let herself become too attached to him and in return she only got heartbreak.

"Look, do you have any weapons. Is there any that we left there?" Dean sounds annoyed by her but Eve ignores it. She looks around but all she sees is the duffle bags of clothes.

"Nothing."

"There should be some things between mattresses or under pillows. Get them and bring them here as fast as you can. We need some serious help."

"Okay, jeez, I'll get there as fast as I can. It would help if I had a car."

"Can't you just hotwire one? Come on, Eve, this is serious."

"And you are seriously pissing me off. I need a minute to think!"

"Just get your ass here!" Dean snarled and hung up. Eve scowled at the phone for a long minute before shoving it into her pocket angrily. She checked beneath their pillows and the mattress finding two guns and a couple of knifes. She also found a gigantic shotgun in the closet. She loads the weapons into a duffle bag and sighs softly. The weight in the bag was comforting, feeling like the dead weight of clothes. Now that Isabella was restored and missing it seemed like Eve wasn't even needed here. She had tagged along being Izzie was her best friend and had been for a very long time. Eve knew she wasn't really needed here but she wanted to stay. She wanted to keep a close eye on Dean, he was drinking still and it worried her. A bigger part of her… just want to run. She wanted to pack her bags and leave, go back to normal life and forget about all of hullabaloo. She wanted to forget about her past lives, the fact God and angels were real, and just settle down. The world would either end or move on without her.

With slumped shoulders Eve pulled open the door and trudged into the parking lot. Luckily there was beat Geo Tracker parked in a remote part of the lot. Eve slipped her way through the shadows, eyes scanning the parking lot with the veil dropped so she could see any demon coming at her. She got to the rusted piece of crap and looked around her, making sure no one was around before she placed a hand on the hood. The car whined to life and the doors unlocked. She got in and tossed the duffle bag in back before through the car into drive.

He stood wrapped in shadows, not very far from Eve in fact. She should be able to see him, if he wanted her to that is. But he's cloaked himself well. Now is not the time to reveal his presence, no not quite yet. He must wait for the perfect time to strike, when her defenses are low, when she's yearning and lost and alone. His heart burns in his chest and he clenches his hands into fists as he watches her glance furtively around the parking lot. He touches the tattoo on his wrist, the one that connects him to Asmodai and smiles. It's been so very long since he's seen Eve; he tires of her slavish devotion to him. He tires from the game he plays with her. Poor oblivious Eve, her fevered love for him perpetually blinding her, the punishment for her tempting him. Yes it was high time that he track her down and have his fun. She had gone unpunished for far too long. He watched silently as she drove out of the parking lot with her chosen car.

His cell phone buzzed in his pocket and he checked the caller ID before picking up.

"Hey baby…" he murmured.

"Don't you 'hey baby' me Adam Smith! You stood me up! Again! I waited at the restaurant for two hours! Two fucking hours!"

"Kat, please… I'm sorry, I'm working on this big project for the firm and I guess I lost track of time. Lemme make it up to you, I'll make you dinner tomorrow night. How does that sound?"

"Fine."

"It'll be great, sweetie, you'll see."

"When will you be home?"

"An hour tops. Love ya."

"I love you too." He hung up and smiled to himself. All he had to do was get Kat out of the way and wait for the perfect moment to reveal himself to Eve. This was gonna be fun.

A/N: well… I guess all of you are saying, FINALLY! And then throwing shit at the screen… oops. Sorry? No! Not rotten tomatoes! Anyway, it's been a long eventful however long it's been since I last updated. My cat had kittens (which then they proceeded to get ringworm), school started, and a friend of mine (one that I don't consider much more then a friend, not even a good friend) is getting married, guess who the happy maid of honor is? Yup, me. Surly, bitchy, sarcastic, blunt me. You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my mouth shut about my personal opinions on getting married at 20, the fact her fiancé seemed forced into it and many, many other things like the fact they are clearly better off as friends, their love is so platonic. Oh and the dresses, ew. Just ew. They are heinous and totally not flatting, at least on me. Strapless (I'd be falling out all over the place), sweetheart neckline (also bad), backless (I just don't look good in backless) and gold (wow with my pale skin, I'll be washed out to the max) ugh. They are friggin' hideous. But enough about me… How awesome were the past five episodes?! Favorite lines so far, "Eat it, Twilight!", "God is not on any flatbread!", "Lucifer's wearing Sam to the prom?!" "I think its time for you to wash up for the orgy." Man they're too many too count anyway. What did everyone think of Five Years Later Cas? I fucking loved him, he was so… skeevy. But it also made me sniffle a little because it was also very sad that he was just this lost, doped up, human. Oh and Chuck? I loved Chuck; he's like Andy and Ash smooshed together. He's comment about the toilet paper was pure gold (cuz it is!). The whole thing Rhonda Hurley, yes I have plans with that… I have lots of plans… Anyway I totally called Sam and Dean being vessels, I love winning bets. And Raphael, mine is totally better, right? Right? And finally… Cas at a whore house, or rather a den of iniquity… so gold its like Donald Trump's private plane! Just perfect, Misha Collins is excellent as usual, and I love that Cas is loosening up. I loved how sheepish he was when Dean asked him if had ever done the deed. And so offended, "I haven't exactly had the time!" Damn he is just too much sometimes. But I am glad that he's not totally naive and confused like some people think he is. By the way… I like to think that human Cas is a bit like regular old Misha, just a little bit in the dirty hippie way… in the immortal words of Paris Hilton, "That's Hot." As for Paris Hilton, I actually wasn't cringing while watching, I thought she was hilarious. Well, signing off once more, next chapter should be up sooner then this one, as its not based off an episode, and I already have about half done. Oh and question? I was going to just have 'Lucifer Rising' be the end of 'Absolution' but expand it into an epic battle with an ambiguous victory but now with the new season out…. I'm not so sure, what do you guys think?

Thanks to; ercys girl, JayJay2424, sirripojken, winterseas, .Nyx Farsiris., ferbear, and Walking Enigma for the adds.

Review Responses:

MonzaBird: LOL Thanks, yeah, the whole thing with her losing it in the first place wasn't part of the plan until it occurred to me that if full blown angels like Cas and Uriel are sent "away" then wouldn't her grace disappear? Oh man… I totally hate Anna, mainly because she was kind of a tramp, sleeping with Dean and then kind of hitting on Cas, and also being she was kind of a whiner… all "Oh woe! I just wanna have sex and eat cake" its like, "Bitch shut up and get over it."

JuliaAurelia: I've been such a lazy bitch lately… I am determined not to end up leaving 'Absolution' to the 12 chapter curse, I never seem to make it past 12 chapters… but I happen to like this much more then any previous writings. It is ridiculously difficult to work on the OC's with the plot of the episodes, which is why I'm always slowly with chapters that work with the show. Hope this update is just as good as the last one…

AGRIMLIKEDOG: Yeah, I've kind of been neglecting writing some fanfiction lately. I'm soooo lazy during the summer at least. I totally agree with you, Half-Blood Prince is my favorite out of all of the movies, Tom Felton kicks ass. He was amazing! I saw it the night before I had to wake up at 7:00 in the morning for the first day of school and normally I would regret getting home at one in the morning when I have to get up so early but it was totally worth it, even if my friend did make fun of me for crying during the last half-hour. One of my friends told me not to see it because, "it sucked, they didn't even stick to the book and blah blah blah, I'm a killjoy." All she did was bitch about it even after I told her that I didn't care because I thought it was awesome. Some people, they're just meant to be killjoys. Anyway… I hope you enjoyed this chapter, despite the obnoxiously long wait for it!

AnnabelleLee: Dude me too! That archangel totally won, at least at the moment but then God (and despite what the other angels say I do believe it was God) made Cas whole again! LMAO, Uriel was booted from the Bible? That is probably why he's pissed all the time. I would be too…

Ash: Thank you! I hope this chapter is up to snuff with the last one, I feel like I can't top that last one but darn it I tried!

AngelwithDirtyToughts: I'm so happy that Isabella hasn't been lame; there are a few stories that I've seen that seem to follow that same line of 'Absolution'. I haven't read any of them but I'm curious about them, kind of wondering if 'Absolution' has been ripped off. Oh man, I didn't like Anna either… I know exactly what you mean, she was just so… ugh. Eve and Dean will work out their issues but I don't think it'll be soon… more like in five chapters or something. But when they do work things out… well the deed will be done! I have to agree with you about spoilers, I love them! A lot of my friends hate them because they think it ruins everything but it just makes me say, "Oh my god! I wanna see that episode right now!"

Ferbear: Sorry this took forever but I'm glad you're enjoying 'Absolution'. Cas really doesn't get much love, or at least good, well-written love. LOL

Lizzie queen: Well this is a month an half later then I meant it to be, I actually was a page or two away from finishing the chapter and then… I got lazy/busy. I suck.

JayJay2424: Thank you! Sorry it took me a month to update, I get lazy and burned out easily but I'm back in the game! I was really into Castiel slash for the span of half a fic, then I just got grossed out by things like wing porn. What the hell is that? OH MY GOD!!! EXIT EXIT EXIT! That pretty much sums up my reaction to Castiel slash. Sadly I haven't had a chance to look at Castiel fics that are slashless, but I'm also kind of afraid to, either someone will be better than me or someone will be ripped me off, that came off a little arrogant. Anyway… I do have plans for Dean and Eve, they will (eventually) end up together, but I wanted to make it a tad harder for them then it is for Cas and Isabella. Because after all, Eve is supposed to be with Adam. I friggin' loved the season premier! I went wild when Cas appeared and kicked some angelic ass. I love how he used the thingy from On the Head of a Pin, the thing Uriel used. It was so badass! Cas is definitely cooler this time around…

P.S. I like exclamation points!