Dean's snoring was the first thing I noticed when I came out from the bathroom while unclasping the bra.

Sometimes I just wondered how both Sam and I could sleep with that sound. But on the other hand, we had lived with him the last twenty-six years, we had probably adapted.

The other thing I realized was that Cas sat on my bed and stared at me with his puppy eyes.

"Hello, Abigail", he greeted me as his eyes curiously followed my bra's trip from my hands to the floor.

I smiled at him while I asked myself where my pants were. Even if Cas had seen me in this before, it still felt slightly uncomfortable with sitting beside an angel in only tank top and panties.

But unfortunately, I couldn't find them. Typical.

"Hi, Cas", I instead replied and sat down beside him.

"How are you?" he asked.

I shrugged while cringing at the memory without my memories.

Having a crush on Dean, and then kissing him before that Zachariah angel showed up. We both had agreed to never talk about that, ever again.

"Good. Considering that I spent three weeks working as my brother's assistant and believed the Ghostfacers to be pros, but otherwise, good", I said and couldn't help sounding annoyed, something that Cas seemed to take personally.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't allowed to say anything or contact you. My orders were very strict", he apologized and sounded like he truly meant it.

Seeing the angel upset made me feel sad, it was like kicking a puppy while the puppy looked at you with its eyes like it was saying sorry.

"No, Cas. I'm not angry at you. I understand that you were ordered to not say anything or couldn't help. I mean it", I told him softly and rose to watch the night sky through the window.

"You know, I've always liked the night and its stars", I said to him and followed a fallen star with my eyes.

"When I was a kid, I used to climb up on the motel roof while Dad and my brothers were sleeping or away, spending hours, watching the stars, thinking. It calms me, the night", I told.

Cas rose behind me and placed himself by my side.

"I remember watching the first stars being born", he said to me while leaning forward with his hands on the windowsill.

"It was an angel who created them. The Archangel named Jophiel", he continued.

"You should have seen the creation of the stars, Abigail. I believe that you would have found it beautiful. From deep darkness to the whole universe lit up by thousands and thousands of burning lights."

Automatically, I touched the necklace around my neck and smiled at the thought of it.

"How old are you, Cas?" I wondered.

Cas stared out through the window while his eyes seemed to be in deep thought.

"I don't know if I can say in human years, but I'm older than the stars but younger than the creation of what you call the universe", he told.

I whistled lowly in amazement and glanced at him. That dude had kind of seen everything. And didn't look old at all either. Except for the eyes. I could almost see his real age behind his vessel's blue eyes.

"Something tells me that you're older than Gandalf", I joked and smirked.

Cas then took on a very confused face expression, which was adorable.

"I don't understand. Who is this Gandalf?" he wondered cluelessly.

A laugh bubbled up in my throat while Cas still seemed to be trying to figure who Gandalf was.

An ancient angel who was older than the stars, didn't know what Lord of the Rings was.

"Gandalf, he's like this very old guy, older than the Earth. But he isn't real, he's a fictional character in a trilogy of books. He kinda reminds me of Dumbledore, actually ", I said.

"Who is a wizard in a book series", I added when I saw Cas' still puzzled expression.

He nodded slowly while still looking like he tried to keep up with my book references, something that made him look like a puppy who had newly discovered snow.

I smiled slightly, before that smile faltered with me realizing a thing.

"Have you ever lost your memories, Cas?" I asked him softly.

"Angels can't lose their memories, not as full angels", Cas stated.

I nodded and looked at the moon thoughtfully.

"It's like something is missing in you, you have forgotten something but you're still aware that it was something, something that should be there. I felt it the whole time at that office."

The thought made me slightly sad when I thought more about it.

"When Zachariah gave back my memories after that ghost, some of that feeling didn't disappear, but it still felt like it always had been there, ya know?"

Cas' face was hard to read, but I could after a while see that he was surprised too. Either, his bosses hadn't told him something, or it hadn't been the angels. I really hoped that it would be neither of them.

"I have no idea myself, but I don't think you have to worry, Abigail. And I belive you should have some sleep, too", he told me gently.

I took some steps toward the bed, before I turned to look at Cas.

Okay, now or never, I thought.

Third person's POV

"Cas, can you stay?" Abigail asked shyly after she had made herself comfortable in the bed.

When the words came out, she knew she couldn't take them back. And she really hoped that it wouldn't be a 'no', it would be a lot embarrassing then.

But fortunately for her, Castiel had hoped for her to ask him to stay. So that's what he did, nodding shortly as a 'yes'.

"You can sit or lie on the bed, if you want", she said and blushed, the temperature in her face rising slightly.

Castiel went slowly to her bed, careful to hide the eagerness to be with her.

With Abigail's and Castiel's hearts were pounding harder than usual, and the latter was an angel.

Castiel kicked off his shoes (he knew humans didn't wear shoes in the bed) before he carefully got down in the bed, until he was lying beside Abigail, who had already fallen asleep.

But he didn't leave.

He liked being near her, almost feeling himself as her guardian angel. He knew that she didn't need one, she was strong, he had seen that.

But Castiel had also seen Abigail show the weaker side of her, that night for three weeks ago. He had been there with her as she cried, tried to do anything to make her not feel pain.

When the other angels had erased her and her brothers' memories, he had almost been thankful. At least she hadn't felt that pain during that time. And he was well aware that she already felt better. Abigail and her brothers were strong, that was something he'd known for a long time.

Castiel stroke her hair softly— he had always wanted to touch her hair— before placing a small kiss on her forehead, something he'd seen humans do to people they cared about. And he cared about Abigail.

And he cared about her brother too, just not in the same way.

Dean and his sister were so alike, yet so different. But both of them had amazed Castiel and made him question a lot of things he had believed been clear since his creation.

Their brother had also made him question a lot of things. He was carrying demon blood in his veins, yet he loved his siblings with all he had, and would do anything for them. That was the last thing a demon would ever do.

Winchesters, Castiel thought amused while wrapping his wings around Abigail's body like a protecting shield.

Normal POV

We walked in inside some comic place with the shelves stacked with comic books and so on. The heaven for geeks.

I pulled away a piece of hair I hadn't gotten in with the rest of the typical FBI bun. To be honest, I preferred my usual jeans, flannel shirt and combat boots.

"Can I help you?" the guy behind the counter said.

"I sure hope so. Agents DeYoung, Shaw and Nicks. Just need to ask you a few questions", Dean said and showed him his ID and badge, which was fake of course.

"Have you noticed anything strange in the building the last couple of days?" Sam asked the man.

"Like what?"

"Some other tenants reported flickering lights", Dean informed.

"Uh… I don't think so, why?" he said and looked at us weirdly, which I didn't like.

"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls, kind of like rats?" Sam asked.

"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" the man said skeptically.

"How about cold spots then? Any drops of temperature lately?" I said.

The man looked down before he smiled excitedly.

"I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?" he said.

I raised my eyebrow, totally confused as hell. Okay, I knew what LARPing was but why did he believe that we were LARPing? Some paranormal comic book?

"Excuse me?" I asked him.

"You're fans!"

"Fans of what?" I asked.

"What is LARPing?" Dean asked which made me roll my eyes at him.

The guy smiled and looked amused.

"Like you didn't know. Live action role playing. And pretty hardcore too", the man said impressed and pointed at our suits.

"Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about", Dean said.

"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys and the chick from those books. What are they called? Supernatural", he said.

I stared my brothers weirdly before I turned back to them man.

"Two guys and a chick use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. Uh, what are their names? Uh, Steve, Dirk and Amanda? Sal, Dane and Allie?"

"Sam, Dean and Abigail?" Sam offered.

"That's it!"

"You're saying this is a book?" Dean asked and sounded slightly shocked.

And I couldn't do anything but agree with him. That just sounded insane.

"Books. It was a series", the man explained.

"Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of more of an underground cult following", he added and rose to show us a book.

"That's the first one, I think", he told and handed Dean the book.

On the cover, there were two guys with six pack and long hair and one girl who looked a lot like me (which was creepy), standing by the Impala and looking serious. But I was quite happy that I had my usual awesome leather jacket and my precious silver-ish Beretta in my hand.

To be honest, I looked badass.

"'Supernatural, by Carver Edlund. Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths'", Dean read.

My mouth hung open in shock. How the hell? When had that been? Almost four years ago? This, this was just freaking insane.

"Give me that", I said and took the book out of Dean's hands.

"We want all the copies of Supernatural that you've got", I ordered.

I sat on my bed while reading one of the books called Tall Tales where we had met the Trickster for the first time.

If it hadn't been about our lives, I would have laughed about when Sam and Dean made fun of the other while telling Bobby about the case. Slow dancing with an alien, it was a good one, I had to admit that.

"This is freaking insane", Dean said and read the book called Route 666, which was about the racist truck we had fixed a few years ago.

And when Dean and Cassie had been having sex.

"How's this guy know all this stuff?"

"Got me", Sam replied to that.

"Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the racist truck to me having sex. I'm full frontal here, guys."

I gagged disgusted and flipped the page, coming to the part where Dean actually talked with the Trickster when we had known he was a Trickster.

"Ugh, remind me to not read that book", I muttered.

"How does it come that we didn't know about this?" I continued.

"They were pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Started in '05. Publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And the last one, No rest for the Wicked ends with you two going to Hell", Sam said and showed us on his computer.

"Good times", I said.

"Look, there's fans actually, but few. Have you read this?"

"Yeah", Sam said.

I tilted my head and read further.

"But they do complain a lot", I added.

"Listen to this. Simpatico says:

'The demon story is trite and cliched and overall craptastic'. Yeah, well, crew you Simpatico, we lived it", Dean muttered, making me laugh.

"Yeah, well, keep reading. It gets better", Sam said sarcastically.

Oh well, didn't sound good.

"There's Sam girls, Abigail girls and Dean girls… What's a slash-fan?" Dean asked.

"As in… Sam-slash-Dean. Together", Sam said.

I choked on the air as I started to laugh so much tears were streaming down my face. That was the best thing I'd ever read.

Who the hell would want to write fan fictions about us? Really? Hunting, sex, hunting, booze, dying, and so on. Fans…

"Like, 'together' together?" Dean asked horrified.

"Yeah."

"Am I the only one thinking about all the times people believed that I was Sam's sister and you were his boyfriend?" I asked before I let out a new hysterical laughter.

Dean looked at me even more horrified before he turned to Sam.

"They do know we're brothers, right?"

"Doesn't seem to matter", Sam said.

"Aw, come on. That's… That's just sick", Dean wailed.

I was almost rolling on floor now, still laughing.

"Lucky you aren't involved", Dean said disgusted.

"Actually, there's some fan fictions about us three, having a… threesome", Sam added, making me stop laughing and stared at the laptop before closing it completely.

"We have to find this guy", I said.

After some researching, we found the bankrupt publisher, who was a serious fan. I mean, posters everywhere, the whole place screaming with Supernatural. It was just sick.

"So you published the Supernatural books?" I asked.

Sam, Dean and I were posing as three people writing an article about the books.

Never thought that would happen in my life. Ever.

"Yup, yeah. Gosh, these books…" she began and walked over to a whole shelf of the book, just staring at them.

Thinking about the fact that my life from '05 to '08 was written down in those books, just made me dizzy, so I preferred not to think about it.

"You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know, Dr. Sexy MD? Please", she snorted.

"Yeah. But with the article and all that, the series will get the attention they deserve", I stated.

"Yeah. Because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press, maybe we could started publishing again", Sera said excitedly.

"No, no, no. God, no. I mean, why-why would you wanna do that? You know, it's, uh, it's a complete series… what with Dean and Abigail going to Hell and all", Dean protested.

"Oh my God, that was one of my favorite ones", she exclaimed.

"Because Dean was so strong and sad and brave. And Abigail who found out that she'd go to Hell, but didn't say anything until the end", she told.

"And I love her humor."

I looked at my brothers and smirked smugly. They rolled their eyes.

"And Sam— I mean the best parts are when they cry, especially Sam and Dean. You know, like in Heart, when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in Home, when Dean had to call John and ask him for help", she said and sniffed.

"If only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings", Sera sighed.

I couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah", I agreed.

"Real men?" Dean questioned skeptically.

Sera turned back and looked at Dean.

"No offense, but how often do you cry like that?"

"Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside", he replied.

Sera looked at him like he had insulted him.

Fans…

"Is that supposed to be funny?" "Lady, this whole thing is funny", Dean responded.

She stared at us suspiciously.

"How do I know you three are legit, hm?" she said.

"Oh, trust me. We, uh, we're legit", Dean said.

"Well I don't want any smart ass article making fun of my boys and girl."

"No, we wouldn't do that. We take the books very seriously", I lied and tried to sound as serious as possible while I actually wanted to laugh.

"Yeah, we are actually, um.. big fans", Sam said.

"You've read the books", she said skeptically.

"Cover to cover", Dean said.

"What the year and model of the car?"

"1967 Chevy Impala", Dean said proudly about his Baby.

" What May 2nd?"

"That's our—" Sam started before I stomped on his foot.

"That's Sam's and Abigail's birthday."

"January 24th is Dean's", Dean added.

"Sam's score in LSAT?"

"One…"

"One seventy four. Everyone said it was scarily good", I continued.

"Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's 'Rambling On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blues'."

"What's Abigail's full name?"

"Abigail Josephine Winchester, named after her mother's best friend."

"What's her favorite food?"

"Salty French fries with BBQ seasoning", I told.

"Who was Abigail's first celebrity crush and when?"

I was silent for a moment. Oh, Sam and Dean would never going to let this down but..

"Leonardo DiCaprio from 'Titanic' when she was 14 years old", I answered and felt a small blush when Sam and Dean looked at me almost horrified.

Sera chuckled pleased.

"Okay, okay. What do you wanna know?" she asked.

"What's Carver Edlund's real name?" Sam asked.

"Oh no. No, sorry, I can't do that", she said and shook her head.

"We just want to talk to know, getting the Supernatural story in his own words."

"He's very private, like Salinger", Sera insisted.

We stared at her 'pleadingly'.

"Please. Like I said, we are…" Sam started and started unbutton his shirt slightly and showed her his anti-demon possession tattoo.

"Big, big fans."

Sam looked at Dean and I and gave us the 'come on' look. I sighed and pulled up my shirt to reveal the tattoo on my left side while Dean only showed half of it annoyed.

"Awesome", she said and laughed slightly.

"You know what?"

She rose and pulled down her her underwear and showed us her tattoo—on her bottom.

Well, I though uncomfortably. At least she wouldn't get possessed.

"I've got one too."

"Wow, you are a fan", Dean said and smirked.

Ugh.

She finally pulled them up and wrote down the author's real name and address.

"His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off", she said and handed me the note.

After having a small chat with Chuck, we later got a part of the story where Sam was having some fun with Lilith, which I couldn't understand why.

So after Dean had picked up me after being covered in flowery patches, he drove to Chuck's house, his whole face turned in anger.

While I, the calm one of us two, sat in one of the chairs while reading a unpublished Supernatural book called Head on a pin. It was about when Dean and I had tortured Alistair, and it also had the part where Cas and I almost kissed.

'"I have watched humans do that when someone is sad", Castiel said and smiled, enjoying the the feeling of Abigail's skin under his fingers.

Abigail smiled and touched his hand with hers before she stood up on her very very very tiptoes. She cursed herself mentally for being short and not having heels. But her thoughts slowly slipped away as she could feel Castiel's warm and soft breath on her lips.

Everything inside her, every fiber, every muscle, every cell, her whole being screamed at her to kiss him, and she couldn't exactly disagree.

Castiel looked at her, surprised over the fact that Abigail wanted it.

He had seen humans kiss each other and he knew that they did kiss each other when they loved each other.

And he wanted her to kiss him. He wanted to feel her soft lips on his. He craved her, craved her touch, her everything.

Abigail leaned in, and just when she and Castiel's needs would be satisfied, when they were about to touch, Dean walked in with the tools they needed for the torture.'

I growled slightly and put away the papers annoyed. So close, damn it. Dean just had to walk in…

The door open and Chuck walked in with some beers and all that. He didn't look surprised at all over the fact that we sat in his home.

Dean then started to yell at Chuck and grabbed him by his shirt and almost slammed him against the wall.

"Dean, stop", I said and tried to pull him away from the scared author.

It wasn't exactly his fault that everything that he wrote down happened.

"How the hell are you doing this!" he shouted at Chuck.

" Dean, let him go", Cas' voice demanded behind us.

I quickly turned and saw Cas stand there, watching us intense.

"This man has to be protected", he continued.

" Why?" Dean asked and sounded pissed.

" I'm sure there's a good reason", I said and glared at Dean annoyed.

Cas didn't seem to listen about what we had said so he just told us why.

"He's a Prophet of the Lord."

I stared at Cas stunned before I turned to Chuck even more stunned. How could that dude be a Prophet of God? He didn't look so saint-like at all.

"You, you're Castiel, aren't you?"

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I admire your work", Cas praised and picked up the book Scarecrow.

Oh, memories. Back in the old days when we only had to hunt pagans, monsters and ghosts…

"Whoa, whoa, what? This guy? A prophet? Come on. He's practically a Penthouse Forum writer. Did you know about this?" Dean questioned Chuck, who was hurrying across the room to grab a bottle of bear and sat down in the armchair.

Cas, on the other hand, was reading the book.

"I might have dreamt about it", Chuck admitted it slowly and poured himself a glass.

"And you didn't tell us, why?" I asked slightly irritated.

"It was too preposterous, not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing myself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like -douchiness."

"This is the guy who decides our fate?" I asked (slightly terrified) Cas, who was still reading.

"He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouth piece, a conduit for the inspired word", Cas replied, still reading.

I raised my eyebrow surprised.

"The word? The Word of God?" I asked.

"Like the New New Testament?" Dean said.

"One day, these books will be known as the Winchester Gospel", Cas explained.

"You gotta be kidding me", Chuck, Dean and I said on the same time.

Really?

"I am not kidding you", Cas said and looked up from the book.

"If you will all three excuse me for one minute", Chuck said awkwardly and hurried away up the stairs.

After Chuck left, Dean turned to Cas with a 'seriously?' look on his face.

"Him? Really?" Dean said skeptically.

"You should have seen Luke", Cas replied.

I stared at Cas.

"I don't think so", I said slightly amused by the fact that all prophets weren't saintlike.

"But why did he become a prophet?"

"I don't know how prophets are chosen. The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command", Cas explained.

"How high?" Dean asked.

"Very."

"So… like, Archangel high?" I asked and showed with my hand how high.

Cas shrugged slowly.

"Well, whatever. How do we get around this?" Dean asked.

"Around what?"

"Haven't you heard? The fact that Sam and Lilith will have some… ugh. Anyways, how do we stop it?" I asked.

"What the prophet has written can't be unwritten. As he has seen it.. so it shall be."

"Well, I feel stupid for doing this", Dean said while I grabbed a soda can from the vending machine.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

" Pray, I guess. So, I'm fresh out of options. So please", he started and held out his arms.

"I need some help, okay? I'm praying. Come on, please."

The sound of wings were heard and I could feel someone behind me, really close. I turned and found Cas stand very close, like he didn't know what personal space was, again.

"Cas, personal space, please?" I said and tried to keep my voice from shaking.

Cas looked at me apologetically before he stepped back.

"Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean", he said.

"So does that mean that you'll help us?" Dean wondered hopefully.

"I'm not sure what I can do."

"Drag Sam out of here before Lilith can bang him", I said.

"It's a prophesy. I can't interfere."

I felt betrayal bubble up inside me while I tried to hide a lot of it.

Damn him, we'd done everything he asked for. Hell, we even tortured even though it made us feel like we'd felt in Hell.

And now he couldn't drag away Sam from having sex with Lilith?

"You have tested us and thrown us every which way. And none of us has ever asked for anything. We need your help, please", I pleaded.

Cas looked me in the eye with sadness before he looked at my brother.

"What you're asking, it's not within my power to do", he told and glanced up quickly.

"Why, because it's divine prophesy?" Dean said angrily.

"Yes", Cas said, his voice rising slightly.

"So, what are we supposed to do? Sit here and wait?" I questioned desperately.

We were silent. Cas looked at us guilty. But all I could feel was anger.

Loving him or not, he couldn't just do nothing and I would just kiss his fingers.

"I'm sorry", he said and raised his hand to touch my cheek, but I slapped it away.

"Screw you", I whispered.

"If you don't help us, then trust me, don't even think about asking us something again, cause we won't help."

I brushed past him, feeling frustration gnawing inside me. And now what? Let Sam do what that fucking prophesy had him to do?

"Abigail", he said loudly.

We both turned and looked at him.

"What?" I snapped.

"You must understand why I can intercede. Prophets are very special. They're protected."

"I get that."

"If anything threatens a prophet, anything at all, an Archangel will appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're Heaven's most terrifying weapons", Cas said.

Oh, Cas…

"They're tied to prophets, right?" Dean said.

"Yes."

"So if a prophet was in the same room as a demon…" I began and walked closer to Cas.

"Then the most fearsome wrath of Heaven would rain down in that demon. Just so you understand… why I can't help", Cas said and looked up again.

I smiled slightly, knowing exactly what do.

"Thanks, Cas", I said.

"Good luck", he replied as we rushed to the Impala to get Chuck.

After some minutes with persuading Chuck to come with us, we drove as fast as hell back to the motel. I kicked up the door to find Lilith on top on Sam, with the demon knife raised.

"I am the Prophet Chuck!" Chuck squeaked out when he rushed inside.

"You've got to be joking", Lilith growled and rose.

She started to walk closer towards us, and I felt for a moment that we were screwed. But suddenly, the whole place started to shake.

"This isn't a joke. You see, Chuck here has got an Archangel on his shoulder", I said and watched as the room started to get filled with pure white light.

"You got some seconds before this room is a room of wrath and you're a pile of dust. So, what'll you choose?" I said and smirked.

Lilith looked at us before she smoked out and left her vessel unconscious. The room became still again, like an Archangel never had knocked on the door.