I stayed at Bobby's for the next couple weeks. Sam would call us to give us updates and ask for advice even with the whole finding out they have another brother thing. A couple days after they burned Adams' body, the boys came back to Bobby's.
"You boys okay?" I ask them as they walk into the kitchen.
"Yeah, we're good," Dean says getting into the fridge. I look over at Sam who shrugs his shoulders at me. "What about you shorty? You work on your aim any?"
"What else was there to do around here?" I ask him, leaning against the little table. He walks past me with a beer in his hand and out of the room. "I'm guessing he took the Adam situation hard?" I say to Sam once I no longer hear Dean's footsteps on the stairs.
"Yeah, he did," Sam says. "Wouldn't you?"
I look over at him and see sadness in his eyes. Nodding my head, I push myself off the table and walk out of the room, giving Sam a pat on the arm. I walk up the stairs slowly, not sure what I was heading up there to do. Walking down the hallway I walk up to the only bedroom that has the door closed.
"Dean?" I say quietly, knocking on the door. I hear him quietly yell for me to come on in. Opening the door, I see him standing over by a window. I still wasn't sure why I came to talk to him. I could tell he was upset though and I felt like I needed to talk to him. I walk over to the bed and sit down on it, folding my legs under myself. "So…y'all have another brother?" I say quietly, trying to break the silence.
"Had," Dean grunts. He turns around to face me, taking another drink of his beer. "We had another brother. He died because our past found him."
"Dean, it wasn't your fault," I say, looking up at him.
"Then why the hell do I feel guilty about it?" he yells. I jump a little at the volume of his voice. "I'm sorry," he says walking over to me. "I just…"
"I get it," I say shaking my head. "I mean, I never had brothers or sisters but I understand. He was family even if he was raised with you. Losing family is always hard."
"He just- he had this whole life ahead of him," he says sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. "He had a girlfriend, was pre-med. Now it's gone."
"At least he's in a better place though," I say, scooting slightly closer to him.
"I said the same exact thing to Sam," he says with a humorless chuckle. "It still doesn't make me feel any better."
"I know," I say. I reach out a place a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." He places one of his hands over mine after a second. After I was certain he wasn't going to throw it off, I scoot over the bed so that I'm sitting next to him. He takes my hand and moves it so that it's resting on his leg with his hand around it. I look up at him and see his mouth set in a hard line, his jaw taut. Looking at his green eyes, I see them sparkling, not sure if they want to spill tears or not.
After a couple minutes of silence, Dean speaks up. "Sam told me what you two talked about," he says. I tense up, not sure what he was referring to.
"And what was that," I ask him.
"About how you're afraid you're going to go dark side," he says. I turn my head to see him looking down at me. "That's not going to happen Rhi."
"Dean, how do you know-"
"Cause I'm not going to let it," he says cutting me off. "I've already been through this with Sam, and I'm not going to let it happen to you. Also, you've got this like, freakin heart of gold or something, so I don't see that happening."
"'A freakin heart of gold'?" I say, arching an eyebrow at him. "Wow Dean, you're just making me swoon over here with your romantic vernacular."
"Hey, I'm trying," he says giving me a smirk. "But seriously, you aren't going to go dark side, you're too good of a person for that."
"Thank you," I say giving his hand a squeeze. I let out a deep breath, debating on whether or not I should say this next part. "Besides, if I do go dark side, I've got things planned."
"Things planned?" Dean says. He lets go of my hand and stands up so that he's towering over me. "What do you mean you have things planned."
I could see on his face he was getting upset. "You have your secrets, I have mine," I say.
"Rhi you tell me what you have planned or so help me I'll-"
"You'll what Dean?" I say, standing up to face him. "Lock me in the panic room? Keep all sharp objects away from me?" He looks down at me and gives me a hard look. "You can't do anything Dean. If I go dark side, it will happen and it will be for the best. Just please, trust me, I know what I'm doing."
He continues to give me a hard look. After a half a minute, it eases up a little bit. "You aren't going dark side though," he says.
I give him a little smile. Taking a deep breath, I go up on my toes and press my lips against his cheek. "I know you won't let me," I whisper into his ear. Before he can take my action any further, I take a step back. "Come on," I say, stuffing my hands into my back pockets of my jeans. "You and Sam must be starving. I'll fix you something to eat." I take a couple steps backwards before turning to walk towards the door.
"Just how I like my women," I hear Dean say. Stopping at the door, I turn back to arch an eyebrow at him. "Knows how to handle a firearm and cook."
"I'm not your woman Dean," I say giving him a wink before heading out the door.
A little while later, me, the boys, and Bobby are sitting around the little table in the kitchen eating. "Well would you look at us," Dean says. We all look up at him and see him looking around at us. "Don't we just look like the Waltons. All sitting around eating a family meal…warms my heart a little."
"Rhi, did you put drugs in Dean's burger?" Sam asks me.
"Nope," I say shaking my head. "He's talkin crazy all on his own."
"Well now that you two have ruined that moment," Dean says, tossing his napkin onto his plate. "We'll hit the road in an hour. You too, shorty."
"Sure, thanks, I'd love to go," I say sarcastically. "Thanks for so graciously asking me."
"What?" he says. "You'd rather hang around here with Bobby?"
"And what's so wrong with that?" Bobby grunts.
"Yeah, what's so wrong with that?" I say, looking at Dean and giving him a cocky grin.
He gives me an annoyed look. "Upstairs, now," he says pointing towards the stairs. "Pack your stuff and meet us out back."
"Nope," I say leaning back in my seat. I glance over at Sam who is sitting on my left. He gives me a please-don't-be-a-pain-in-the-ass-to-him look. I look back over at Dean who is just staring at me. "Not until you ask nicely."
"Shorty-" I arch an eyebrow at him. "Er-Rhiannon? Would you like to go out on the road with me and Sam?"
"Yes, Dean, I would," I say giving him an overly sweet smile. "I think I'll go pack a bag now and then I'll meet you out back." Before he can say anything, I stand up from the table and walk out of the room.
"Dude," I hear Sam say before I walk up the stairs. "Can you say whipped?"
"Shut up," I hear Dean say. A second later I hear the scraping of a chair and the back door slam.
An hour later after I had proved my aim with a handgun had gotten better, me, Sam, and Dean were driving down the road in the Impala. A little while later we pull up to a skeevy motel. "How about next time I pick the motel?" I say as we throw our bags onto the beds.
"No can do," Dean says. "We work on a budget. You'd have us up in a five star suite."
"I think a five star suite would do y'all some good," I say. I look around the room and take in our home for the night. "I'll take the couch tonight. There's no way either of you would fit on it."
"You don't have to sleep on the couch Rhi," Sam says.
I cock a hip out and place a hand on it. "Sam, go lay down on that couch," I say to him. He looks over at it, taking in its size. "You know neither of you amazon boys will fit on it. I'll sleep on it, it's okay."
"How about I go grab us some grub?" Dean says. He looks over at me. "Shorty you want to tag along?"
"Sure," I say nodding my head. He gives me a smile as I put my coat back on. I follow him out the door to the car. "Now, do I still have to ride in the backseat or do I get to ride shotgun?" I say as he walks up to the driver's door.
He gives me a deadpan look. "Just get in the car, Rhi," he says. I give him a smile as I crawl into the front seat. We drive through the nameless town, listening to Dean's collection of tapes. "Hey, you said back at Bobby's that you didn't have any brothers or sisters. Was that true?"
"Yeah," I say. "I was an only child."
"Parent's just not want any other kids?"
"No," I say. I hadn't realized until now, but Sam and Dean probably knew very little about my past. "They died in a car crash when I was two. My mom was pregnant with her second child."
"I'm sorry," Dean says after a couple minutes of silence.
"Thank you," I say. "My granny took me in after that. Raised me. I think I turned out alright."
"Yeah," he says. "You sure did." I look over at him and see him giving me a cocky grin. I reach over and punch him in the arm.
We ride through the town a little bit longer until I spot a drugstore. "Hey, would you mind dropping me off there? I need to pick up a few things." He looks over at me and gives me an are-you-kidding-me-look. "I'll be fine," I tell him. "I got that anti-possession charm Bobby gave me and a thing of holy water. You can run down the street and get the food. I'll be done by the time you get back."
He let out a groan as he pulls into the parking lot of the drugstore. Instead of stopping at the door, he pulls into to a spot and puts the car in park. "You have ten minutes," he grunts. "You aren't back here in ten, I'm comin in for you."
"Fair enough," I say with a shrug. I climb out of the car and walk into the store. Grabbing up a basket, I start to make my way through the aisle, putting the few basic things I needed in the basket. As I pass one of the aisles, I glance down it and see a little girl standing in the middle of the aisle all alone, staring at me. I stop and she continues to stare at me. I look around to see if anyone else notices her, but I don't see anyone else in the store. Against the voice in my head telling me no, I walk down the aisle towards her. "Can I help you?" I ask her.
"You're the one," she says in a monotone voice.
"Are you a demon?" I ask stupidly.
"No," she answers. "You are the one."
"What does that mean? 'I'm the one'," I say.
"You will bring joy to the world," she says.
"What?" I say. I look at her eyes and I'm frozen. I would recognize those eyes anywhere; they were the eyes of my grandmother. "Granny?" I say quietly. In a blink, I hear the voices of the other shoppers return. I look back at the little girl, but she's no longer alone. Instead, she's standing by another woman, looking at items on the shelf. With my legs shaking and my mind screaming, I walk to the front of the store and pay for my stuff.
"What's wrong?" Dean says as I crawl into the Impala. I shake my head at him, unable to speak. "Rhi, what's wrong?" he says, grabbing me by the shoulders and spinning me to face him.
"I'm fine," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Son of a bitch," he growls. He lets go of my shoulders and slams the car into reverse before pealing out of the parking lot. Within minutes, we're back at the hotel. Before I can even think about getting out of the car, Dean is at my door, opening it and helping me out.
"What happened?" Sam says as we walk into the room.
"I don't know," Dean says as he sits me down on the couch. I felt like everything was moving in slow motion. "She went into a drugstore to pick up a few things and she came out like this." He pulls a chair up in front of me a sits down, trying to get me to look him in the eye. "Rhi, what happened in there?"
I feel the weight on the couch shift as Sam sits down next to me. "I, um," I say trying to find my voice. Without a word, Dean gets up and rummages around in his bag. He comes back over to me and hands me a flask. I slowly lift the flask up to my lips before taking a swig of the burning whiskey inside, letting it run down my throat. The burning liquid gives me enough strength to talk. "There was, um, this little girl, in the store."
"A little girl?" Dean says.
"Lillith?" Sam asks.
I shake my head. "It wasn't a demon," I say. "She said, um, she said I was the one. That I would bring joy to the world."
"Bring joy to the world?" Dean says. "What else did she say."
I shake my head again. "Nothing," I say. "Um, it's just um," I say. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I press my hands together, propping my elbows on my knees. Leaning my head down, I let the tears fall out of my eyes onto my pant legs. When I look up, Dean is looking at me sadly, like he hated to see me crying.
"What was it?" Sam asks quietly.
"I think," I start to say. "I think it was my grandmother."
After my revelation, we spent the rest of the evening, calling Bobby, trying to figure out what the thing was and what its message could've meant. We tried to call Castiel down to us, but he never came. Eventually, we all gave up for the night and fell asleep. I ended up finishing Dean's flask so I was sleeping very heavy that night. Right when I was in the middle of a really good dream, I feel someone shaking my shoulder. "Rhi," the voice says. "Rhi, get up." I open my eyes to see Dean standing over me. "Come on, we got to get going." Still half asleep, I follow him and Sam out to the car where they toss our bags into the trunk. As we drive down the road, I fit to stay awake as Dean tells us about his dream with Castiel. I eventually pass back out. A couple hours later, Dean is waking me up again.
A little more awake, I follow them out of a car and look around at our surroundings. "What are we doing at an old warehouse?" I say.
"Cas told me to come here," Dean says. I remember him telling me that now when we first got in the car. I follow Sam and Dean silently as we enter the warehouse. All three of us turn on our flashlights on as we start to walk through the warehouse floor. "Well, what did he say, Dean? What was so important?"
"If I knew, would I be here?" Dean says. Like a petulant child I stick my tongue out at the back of his head as I follow him and Sam up a flight of stairs. "What the hell?"
Once I reach the top of the stairs I step up to the other side of Dean to see what they were talking about. It was a total disaster area.
"It looks like a bomb went off," Sam says.
"There was a fight here," Dean says.
"Between who?" I say. We all three start looking around to try and find an answer. I look over in time to see Dean's flashlight land on a symbol painted in what appeared to blood on the wall.
"Check it out," Dean says. Me and Sam follow him as he walks closer to it. "Look familiar?"
"Yeah, it does," Sam says the same time that I say No.
"Anna used something like that to wish the angels back to the cornfield," Dean explains to me.
"Anna?" I say. "You mean that redheaded angel? Y'all know her too?" Dean nods his head at me.
"So, what? Cas was fighting angels?" Sam guesses.
"I don't know," Dean says. We all break away from the symbol to walk around and try to find Castiel. As I round a corner of fallen ceiling, I see him lying on a pile of rubble.
"Sam! Dean!" I yell behind me as I run up to him. "Cas? Cas." I take my fist and start rubbing circle on his sternum while feeling for a pulse. "Hey, Cas?"
Sam and Dean come running up behind me, coming to a stop on either side of me. Suddenly, Castiel's eyes fly open as he stands up and moves away from us.
"What's . . . ? What's . . . ?" he stammers. "What's going on?"
"Just take it easy," Dean says, holding his hands up. "Take it easy."
"Oh," he says, getting a worried look on his. He pats up and down his body, as if to make sure it was really there. "No."
"Cas," I say taking a couple steps towards him. "You okay?"
"Ugh. Castiel," he says. "I'm not Castiel. It's me."
"Who's 'me'?" Sam says. I look over at the two men to see they are equally as confused as I am.
"Jimmy." He says. "My name's Jimmy."
"Where the hell is Castiel?" Dean growls at the man.
Jimmy lets out a sigh before looking at all three of us. "He's gone."