A/N: I've been bogged with school and family stuff, but the next chapter is done! Thanks to the reviewers and readers. Next chapter might be out by next week sometime!

Chapter 12: It's Your Destiny

The rest of breakfast was fairly quiet. Dean was concerned about stuffing his face, Sam and Castiel looking awkward, and Bobby reading a newspaper. I had no appetite because I had the feeling something was up.

"Guy…" Dean looked up with a mouthful of food as he spoke, eyes falling onto the front of the newspaper Bobby had in hand.

I looked at the paper and noticed a picture of a man. He looked about twenty, give or a take a few years; and familiar. A hand went to my mouth as I realized where I'd seen him before. "Cas, that's…" I couldn't even bring myself to say it.

Bobby flipped the newspaper and laid it flat in the middle of the table. "Asael…" Castiel said with a grumble.

"He's a wanted man for killing a young woman," Bobby said, trailing off slightly.

Swallowing hard, I asked, "Where?"

"Michigan."

Damn. Asael's on a hunt for me and he's getting closer. I knew I had to get training in the panic room for sure now. I felt a small gust of wind ruffle my hair before finding myself in the middle of the panic room. "Um…"

Castiel appeared in front of me seconds after. "It seems you can transport yourself places now."

Looking at him curiously, I heard a ruckus of footsteps pounding down the steps. Dean and Sam burst into the panic room in awe. "That's friggin' awesome!" Dean said, laughing.

"You must be careful," Castiel warned, "Asael will be able to sense your Grace now that it seems to have come out of it's dormant state."

I nodded. Hopefully, I won't have to do any angelic things. Then I'll stay hidden from Asael a while longer…

The Winchesters got word from Bobby about some case and took off soon after Jessica transported herself into the panic room. Castiel took the time as the perfect opportunity to train her.

The two spent almost an hour going over various styles of fighting. She seemed to be progressing.

Jessica sat down roughly on the ground, with her back against one of the cold steel walls. "So is there a plan if Asael shows up?"

Castiel frowned. "No." He walked over and sat down next to her and stared at his trench coat hanging on the back of the lone desk chair.

"Shouldn't we have one?"

"A plan is not set in stone. Things can change." He paused, thinking for a moment in silence. Castiel turned his head and looked at Jessica with curiosity. "There is a way."

"To make a plan?"

"Yes." Castiel put two fingers to her forehead, transporting them to an unknown location.

I found myself standing beside Castiel on a sidewalk in front of a row of houses. "Where are we?"

"A man in that house will be able to help us. But I can't go in there so you'll have to go alone."

Looking at the house, I frowned. Alone in that spooky old house?

Castiel took hold of my hand and gave it a momentary squeeze. "I will stay right here." He even gave a warm smile. One of the first true smiles I've ever seen him give.

Once he let go of my hand, I returned his smile with a weary one and hurried across the street. I glanced over my shoulder as I pushed the doorbell. Castiel stood in the exact same spot, just as he promised.

The sound of a door opening got my attention and I turned. A short, bearded man was in the doorway. He looked at me with suspicion on his sickly looking face. "Jessica?"

"Uh…do I know you?"

He shook his head. "No, but I know you." The man had something of a frown then.

I narrowed my eyes. "Can I come in and can you explain how you know me?"

"Yeah, sure." He stepped aside and I saw him give a wave to Castiel as I walked into the house.

"You know Cas?"

"It's a really long story," he chuckled nervously. "Go ahead and sit." The man motioned towards a worn old couch.

I sat and watched him pick up a small pile of papers. He sat on an armchair as he leafed through them. "You'll wanna know who I am first, right?" Silently, I nodded and watched him pull a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket.\

"My name's Chuck. I'm a, uh…prophet."

"…Really?"

Chuck nodded. "Castiel brought you here so you can know what to do for a plan. Against Asael."

My jaw fell open. "So you know what's going to happen in the future?"

"I only see so far…" Chuck looked at the pile of papers in his hand. "You might want this," he said while holding them towards me.

I took them and read the front page. 'Spotlight.' "Spotlight? What's that?"

"I'm a writer," he explained, "It's how I sort of tell what I see. And that one's about you."

A book about me? That idea's sort of strange, yet amusing at the same time. "So the plan's in here?"

He nodded. "Even has the outcome," he added quietly.

"Good or bad?"

"Maybe you should read it with the Winchesters and Castiel…"

I stood up and smiled. "Thanks Chuck."

"Good luck. And Jess?" I stopped in mid-step to listen to whatever he was about to say. "…Just stay by his side."

"Who's?"

"It's your destiny," Chuck added as he got up. "Not hers."