A/N: Yo. I know y'all don't like reading long paragraphs but at least read the third long paragraph, it's got something in pertaining to the rest of this chapter, the next one as well. Review please! I know this is short but I promise the next one will be super long!

Chapter Ten

Ella

Back in the room, Dean sits and is confused. I look at him and now I'm confused.

"Did you call yourself my girlfriend earlier, Ella?" Oh. Is it a big deal?

"Well, yeah. He asked, I answered with what I am."

"Okay. Just clarifying," he justifies. "Come here," I don't I just pack my bag with the stuff I don't need. "Girlfriend," Dean says. I blush and his arms are around my waist in a matter of seconds. Dean buries his face into my neck. "I like it. I may just call you that from now on instead of El." He bites my neck gently.

"Oh, but I like El."

"But I like girlfriend."

"And it's going to be hard for you to change from El to girlfriend. Just don't even try." I say turning around as we fall into bed together.

The next few cases are pretty tough. Sam and Dean go back to their old high school, Truman High. There's a spirit of a 'bully' killing other bullies and Sam and Dean save the school while telling me about some of the crazy things that happened in school then. It was just them on their own for over three weeks when they went here. I guess John left them with enough money to survive. The spirit was a bully because he was acting out I guess. He took care of his mother while she was on her death bed with cancer. He acted out and was bullied after Sam made up the nickname Dirk the Jerk. Dirk was the kid's name.

Then the next one was stupid. A siren, male of course, was telling Sam and Dean to kill each other. I had to snap them out of it, it was stupid. I slapped Sam in the face and Dean too. It didn't help. I cut Dean's arm and then had Bobby's help stabbing the siren in the heart. It was nice to see Bobby even for a little while. We had a good talk and I told him about Castiel and our fight. He understood why I blamed him at first but understands that Castiel knew it was going to happen either way and the closest family I had, was in Washington state and I might as well have a family that goes everywhere with me, as my safety net. Which I agree with.

Then we enlist Pamela's help with a stupid seal. The boys go into the spirit world were reapers are getting kidnapped. We find out it's Alastair. Pamela and I get attacked by demons, she's stabbed in the stomach and mine is under my rib cage on my left side and it tore through my muscle. It's going to hurt like a son of a bitch getting around and no sex for a while. Dean was worried out of his mind when he saw us bleeding when they came back. They got me to the hospital but she died in the room at the house we were in and I 'didn't see who did it.' They gave me at least five sutures.

And now, we're in the Impala and I'm falling asleep by the second. Dean's in the back with me and I stole a pillow, well he actually let me borrow it, from Bobby's house so I'm using that over Dean's crotch so I can sleep. Sam is driving and we are going to meet Ruby. My eyes are closed and I fall asleep to the gentle roar of the Impala.

I'm woken up to Dean saying, "home, crappy home," while carrying me inside of the room and out of the rain. He lays me on the bed and I turn toward him, pulling him beside me. He sits and is startled by the angels in the room.

"Winchester, Winchester, and Jackson."

"Oh come on."

"You are needed." Uriel says to me. Yeah with me so I can sleep.

"Needed? We just got back from needed."

"You mind your tone with me."

"Well, you mind your damn tone with us." Dean starts to get up when I reach out and pull him back down. It hurts and I cry out but it gets him to sit back down next to me.

Cas wanders over and tries to heal me but I tell him it's fine. "Guys, angels, whatever, we just got back from Pamela's funeral. Can we get a few hours of shut-eye before you get Dean to do whatever you need from him. Give him time to recuperate and get all of his strength back before doing something. Don't want him falling asleep or getting hungry on the job, do ya?"

"We raised him out of hell, for our purposes."

"Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from him? We just saved a seal and someone died in the process, a good friend of ours. Let him rest before taking him away."

"Start with gratitude."

"Ella, we know this is difficult to understand," Cas starts.

"And we don't care," Uriel finishes. I look back to Cas, he's not saying anything. "Now seven angels have been murdered. All of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight."

"Demons? How are they doin' it?"

"We don't know."

"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it?" Sam asks. He's been pretty quite through out this entire ordeal. "I mean a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of league, right?"

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much."

"Once we find whoever it is."

"So you need our help, hunting a demon?"

"Not quite," Cas says coming to stand next to Uriel. "We have Alastair."

"Great, he should be able to name your trigger man."

"But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse."

"Yeah well he's like a black belt in torture. I mean you guys are out of your league."

"That's why we've come to his student." I sit up and I'm immediately against it.

"No. He's not doing it. If I have to send you sons of bitches away from here, I will. Y'all are not making Dean do this."

Uriel ignores me. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got."

"Ella, Dean's our best hope."

"No," We say at the same time.

"No way is he gonna do that. You can't ask him to do this Cas. Not this." Uriel wanders over to me and bends down to look me in the eye.

"Who said anything about asking?" Then he presses his fingers to mine and Dean's foreheads and we are in a room that looks exactly like the room Cas showed me. Except this one hs Alastair inside of it on a pentagram.

"This devil's trap is old Enochian. He's bound completely," Cas tells us as we look through the small window in the door.

"fascinating, where's the door?" Dean asks, taking my hand and pulling me with him to find it.

"Where are you going?" Cas asks.

"Hitch back to Cheyenne thank you very much." We walk past and then Uriel is in front of us.

"Angels are dying boy,"

"Everyone's dyin' these days. And hey I get, you're all-powerful and you can make me do whatever you want man, but you can't make me do this."

"This is too much to ask, I know," Cas says strutting toward us. "But we have to ask it."

Dean turns back to Uriel from look at Cas. "I want to talk to Cas alone with Ella."

"I think I'll go seek revelation. We might have some further orders."

"Oh get some doughnuts while you're out," Dean says sarcastically. Uriel laughs, like actually laughs.

"This one just won't quit, will he?"

"He thinks with his stomach," I tell him.

"I think I'm starting to like you boy. Ella too." Then he's gone.

"You guys don't walk enough, you're gonna get flabby," Dean says. I laugh and the wince. Dean wraps his arm around my side and checks my sutures. "You know I'm starting to this junkless has a better sense of humor than you do," Dean says, smiling slightly.

"Uriel is the funniest angel in our garrison. Ask anyone." I smile.

"What's goin' on, Cas?" Dean asks serious again. "Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?"

"My superiors have began to question my sympathies."

"Sympathies?" I ask.

"I was getting to close to the human's in my charge. You. Ella. They feel I've begun to express emotions, doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgement."

"Well, tell Uriel, or whoever, you do not want me doin' this. Trust me."

"Want it, no. But I've been told we need it."

"You ask me to open that and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out." I place my hand on his shoulder and I rub my thumb on it, trying to give him comfort.

"For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this. But Ella is here, she'll support you and tell you, if the angels need it do it. She's here to keep you on track Dean. Do it so we don't take her away." Dean closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and reopens them. He bends to kiss me, long and hard. He walks away, opening the door we were peering through earlier. He walks in with a cover table.

"What under that cloth?" I ask Castiel.

"Nothing you would approve of."

After about an hour of listening to Alastair's screaming and groaning I can't handle it anymore.

"Cas can you take away my hearing or something? Just for a while?"

"No." The lights flicker. "Anna," Cas says.

"Hello Castiel. Ella."

"Your human body."

"It was destroyed, I know. But I get I'm sentimental. Called in some old favors."

"You shouldn't be here. We still have orders to kill you."

"Somehow I don't think you'll try. Where's Uriel?"

"He went to receive revelation."

"Right," Anna says, peering through the small window at Dean's back. "Why are you letting Dean do this?" She asks us.

"Well for one, you're not our boss. God is Castiel's and he commanded it. Two, it would have ended badly for one of us if we hadn't. And three, it was mine and Dean's decision, not yours." I tell her. "You have no right to be pissed off about it. You're just a girl he tried to save. It's not like you have any feelings right now anyway."

"It's God's work? Stop him Castiel. Please. Or you'll ruin the one real weapon you have."

"Who are we to question the will of God?" Cas says.

"Unless this isn't his will."

"Then do the orders come from?"

"I don't know. One of our superiors maybe. But not him." I'm getting mad now. She shouldn't be here, trying to get Dean out of it. He's already started and he's already made the decision to do it whether it affects him greatly or not so much. "The father you love, you think he wants this? You think he'd ask this of you? You think this is righteous? What your feeling, it's called doubt. These orders are wrong and you know it." She places her hand on top of Castiel's. "But together we can."

"Together? I am nothing like you." Cas rips his hand away from her's. I smile and cheer internally. "You fell. Go."

"Cas."

"Go. Or I'll get Ella to force you to."

"She's injured. She can't do anything."

"You want to find out if she can or not? Cause she can." I hear the flutter of wings, telling us she's gone.

"Cas! Alastair!" I say when I look back in the window. He rushes into action. I see Dean on the floor, I want to go to him, but my injury wont let me do it. Then Alastair shove Cas into the wall and he's speaking latin, trying to send Cas back to heaven. I walk in unnoticed and grab the demon knife. I stab Alastair in the side with it and then Sam comes in and starts doing his mind thing that Dean was telling me about. I grab the knife and move out-of-the-way, tearing my stitches in the process. I clutch my side and hobble over to Dean.

I hear that Alastair doesn't know. Then Sam says he's stronger than before. Now he can kill. I'm shocked. Then he does it. He kills Alastair. Castiel is stunned and upset. Sam comes to help me take Dean to the hospital because he's knocked unconscious.

I want to be sitting with him right now, but Sam saw all of the blood on my shirt and sent me in to get my sutures fixed.

Once I'm fixed a nurse helps me into a wheel chair and wheels me to Dean's room. I sit in there, holding Dean's hand. His face is bruised and cut. He doesn't have that breathing tube down his throat anymore. According to Sam, he had one when he was first admitted, now he's breathing on his own.

He wakes after a few minutes and I squeeze his hand. "Heya girlfriend." I smile at the nickname he is so determined to use. "Why are you in a wheel chair? Why is there blood on your shirt?" His voice is raspy and he needs water and to rest. I'm about to respond when Cas does for me.

"Her stitches ripped while she was saving me." Dean looks past me and sees Cas. "Are you alright?"

"No thanks to you." Dean looks away from Cas and back to me. "Come up here," Dean asks. I get up slowly and Dean scoots over. I climb onto the bed and lay with him. His arm is around my body, fingers tracing my hip. I rest my head on his chest and I'm glad I'm on my right side.

"You need to be more careful."

"You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap." Dean kisses the top of my head and I close my eyes, listening to the sounds of their voices.

"That's not what I mean. Uriel is dead."

"Was it the demons?" Dean looks at

"It was disobedience. He was working against us."

"Is it true? Did I break the first seal?" Where is he getting all of this mumbo jumbo? It can't be true. "Did I start all this?"

"Yes," Cas replies. I hold Dean, knowing he's going to lash out. "When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid seige to hell and we fought our way to get to you before you..."

"Jump started the apocalypse."

"But we were too late."

"Why did you just leave me there then?"

"It's not blame that falls on you Dean. It's fate. The righteous man who begins it, is the only man who can finish it. You have to stop it. That's why Ella's here. It's been set in stone for a long time Dean. She's to help you stay on the road to the apocalypse."

"Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?" I can hear his voice breaking. Cas looks away. "Hey, don't you go and disappear on me you son of a bitch, what does that mean?"

"I don't know."

"Bull." Dean says. I can feel his chest rumble when he speaks. I trail my fingers up and down his sternum, trying to calm his down before he grips my side too much tighter and he breaks my stitches again.

"I don't." He turns back to us. "Loosen your grip on her. You're going to hurt her." Dean does. "Dean, they don't tell me much. I know how our fate, rests with you."

"Well then you guys are screwed. I can't do it Cas, it's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not strong enough." I can feel a tear drop onto my head. I sit up and wipe his tears. I unwrap his arm and I sit up and I hold him. "Well I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me." Cas disappears and we sit in silence, my arms around his shoulders, holding him to me for comfort.

The next couple of weeks were the same, hunts and drinking and laughing, yes laughing. I finally got my stitches out but I'm still stuck on research and FBI. Dean wont let me do anything else. I feel kind of useless cause I'm not back in action and I also need to train a little bit beyond my self-defense training I finished a month before I left, which was lucky. I've talked to Dean about it and he thinks it's a good idea but he's really worried about me going with them on hunts, tackling the monsters, and frankly so is Sam. Because I've gotten hurt every time I've encountered one, which is fine with me. They get hurt too.

We are in a motel, after the last hunt resting and looking for our next case when Dean hops in the shower. I turn to Sam who is on the computer at the table.

"Sammy, will you teach me some self-defense against monsters? Dean would never go for and would say something like I'm not gonna face one so why learn? I just want to be prepared."

"I understand. Yeah, I'll teach you. Who knows if a demon or another monster is going to find its way to the motel in the future. Ever time you've ever encountered one so far you've gotten hurt, whether it badly of not. You'll be fine. What do you know already?"

"I took a basic self-defense course and an advanced one too."

"Good. So you know the basics." I nod. "Our dad was an ex-marine so I'll teach you a lot of combat moves. When do you want to start?"

"Soon, but Dean can't know. He really doesn't like me even being involved in the supernatural with y'all."

"But you are. Sucks to be him. He can deal."

"That's what I said!" I tell Sam agreeing with him.

"All right we will start within the next week or two so you can get back to your full health again. We'll start out easy and work our way up. I'll teach you when Dean is out and we are supposed to be doing research or something."

"Okay. I know just how to keep my cardio up too." Sam's bitch face is back and I laugh.