"Bobby," I called out, walking up to the Hunter with a small smile. Since I didn't drive, I got to Pamela's house in the span of a few seconds. Of course, that meant that Bobby, Sam and Dean weren't here yet, so I resigned myself to waiting.

"Rae," he greeted, clasping my shoulder.

I looked over his shoulder at Dean and gasped at the aura that surrounded his upper arm. An Angel rescued him from Hell? I mean, I knew they were the vessels but I was still surprised. I never thought the Host – especially under his command – would ever willingly save anyone "Hey."

Dean looked at me for a moment, before he strode over, wrapping his arms around me tightly "Thank you, Ray," he whispered into my ear "For protecting Sammy."

"My pleasure," I breathed back "I didn't do much though. He mostly stayed with Jo and Ellen, I believe."

Bobby looked over his shoulder at me "Speaking of, I didn't hear much from you the last few weeks."

I hummed "Yeah, I… I didn't go out hunting much."

"Right," the older Hunter squinted suspiciously "Anyway, let's get this over with." He knocked on the door, waiting for Pamela to open.

"Bobby," the other woman exclaimed happily, grabbing him in a bear hug, lifting him off the ground. I smirked at the resigned look on Bobby's face.

He smiled it off though "You're a sight for sore eyes."

Pamela stepped back and looked the two Winchesters up and down appraisingly before her gaze locked onto me "Ray," she nodded in greeting.

"Hey, Pam. Been a while," I waved.

"It has," she agreed "So, these the boys?"

Bobby took that as his cue "Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state."

"And out of state," I added.

Dean smirked at the woman "Hey."

Pamela leered at the older of the two brothers "Mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."

"If you say so," Dean shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

The psychic stepped to the side and waved us in "Come on in."

"So…" Bobby spoke up after a few seconds of silence "You hear anything?"

Pam shook her head "Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out or why."

I opened my mouth to tell them what exactly did it but then thought better of it. As far as I knew, the guys still didn't know what I was and honestly? I was kind of glad. Over the last several millennia, the rep that Angels had got worse and worse. They were dicks and I was sure that a certain group of my siblings was the cause of it. I shook my head, dispelling the memories from my head.

"What's next?" Bobby questioned, sitting down at a round table with a low groan.

Pam hummed in thought "A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed."

The old Hunter's eyes widened "You're not gonna… summon the damn thing here."

"No," Pam denied "I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal."

Dean looked at everyone and then shrugged "I'm game."

I rolled my eyes at him and joined Bobby in snooping around the house, looking at some of the stuff Pam had on her shelves. She had several psychic-y things like fake crystal balls and Tarot cards along with several old books. Some that were written by previous prophets and some that were by psychics like Pam was one. Cassandra was the most famous of them. The woman had always written down what she remembered from her visions which admittedly wasn't much.

"I'm ready," Pamela called to Bobby and me. When we entered the room, she looked at me "Are you joining?"

I nodded a bit "Sure, why not."

The other woman looked surprised for a moment before she smiled "Right. Take each other's hands." I grabbed Dean's right hand and Sam's left, while Sam grabbed mine and Bobby's "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Pamela slid her hand along Dean's thigh, causing him to jump, knocking into the table.

"Whoa," he gasped "Well, he didn't touch me there."

The psychic smirked "My mistake." Dean looked around nervously, taking off his outer shirt, pulling up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the brand one of my siblings had left on his skin. I whistled. That looked even more impressive than I thought it would "Okay," Pamela said, indicating that she was ready "I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure and command you, appear unto me before this circle." The television flicked on to static and she continued, while I looked around uncomfortable. I could feel the Angel close by. Whoever it was… They felt young. Very young but also somewhat familiar "I invoke, conjure and command… Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."

"Castiel?" Dean frowned.

I looked at Pamela in shock when she continued chanting "Pam, you should stop." When she didn't listen to me, I groaned "Pamela. Stop before…" Candles flared up several feet in the air and Pam started screaming. Her eyes flew open, filling with white-hot flames. She collapsed onto the floor, the rattling and flames died out. I jumped up as soon as the room was silent and fell to my knees next to the other woman. I winced at the blood around her eyes and carefully lifted her upper body into my lap "It's alright, Pam. Everything's going to be fine."

"Call 911," Bobby snapped at the boys, kneeling down on Pamela's other side. Sam scrambled out of his chair and into the next room, while Dean crouched over the three of us.

Suddenly, Pam's eyelids flew open to reveal black, empty sockets. She started sobbing "I can't see," she cried "I can't see. Oh, God." I ran one of my hands through her hair and laid my palm over her forehead, carefully easing her into a deep sleep.

"What are you doing?" Bobby whispered, scared for his friend.

I looked up at him "She's fine, just asleep."

"Do you know something about what happened to her eyes?" the other Hunter frowned.

"I do, but you wouldn't believe me anyway. Let's just take care of Pam first and then I'll tell you what I know, okay?" I suggested. A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived and after we explained the situation, Pamela was taken away. I sighed when the house was empty except for Bobby and me, rubbing my forehead with a small grimace "What a mess," I muttered.

"You said it," Bobby grunted, leaning against the couch "You really know more about this than you told the idjits, don't you?"

I let my head drop back "Yeah. But I don't want to get involved more than I am. There are people that I can't get close to. Fuck," I laughed "I'm not even supposed to be this close to Sam and Dean. If the wrong kind of people find out about this… It won't be pretty, Bobby. I don't want that to happen."

"And it won't," the other Hunter told me roughly, hand squeezing my arm in comfort "Come on, we should go."

"Yeah," I murmured, getting up and pulling Bobby up as well.

He turned to look at me when we were close to the motel Sam and Dean were staying in "So, why didn't you hunt as much recently?"

I shrugged "I – I spent quite a bit of time with my boyfriend and my brother."

"That's nice," Bobby nodded before he froze "What did you just say? Boyfriend? Who do I have to threaten?"

"What?" I blinked before laughing "Don't worry. My big brother already took care of it and I doubt it'll be the last of the threats against him."

Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering reached our ears and we bolted into the room in question "Dean!" Bobby called, catching the disorientated Hunter. I shivered in the doorway, the feeling of Angel still in the air. Whether that was a bad thing or not, I didn't know. We'd have to see about that.

Half an hour later, I was stretched out across the backseat of Bobby's car, my eyes closed. I ignored the guys' chatting, focussing on my thoughts on the matter at hand. Dean being saved had a bigger meaning. Something was happening and it if there was a chance to end it all, to change the inevitable, I'd change it. Dad had said something of that sort but no specifics. Maybe I should talk to Gabriel about this. After all, he needed to know about the possibility of our family reunion as well.

My phone started ringing, causing me to jerk and hit my head on the back passenger door with a low curse "What?"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," my brother's voice teased.

I hissed "Fuck you too. What do you want now?"

Gabriel chuckled "I heard some interesting information. Come to my house. Now, Sama!"

"Okay, okay," I sighed in defeat. There was no arguing with Gabe when he got serious. It was kind of scary how fast he could change from mischievous to stern and controlling. Not that I minded… He'd always been like that and I loved that about him.

"Now," he warned again before hanging up on me.

I blinked down at my phone "That asshole hung up on me," I pouted and looked up at the rear-view mirror where I met Bobby's gaze "Listen. You go do what you gotta do. I'll be back as soon as I can but my brother demanded my presence and if I don't go now, I'm in deep shit."

"Then go on. I still wanna hear about that boyfriend, though," Bobby pointed out, a twinkle in his eyes.

Dean's head snapped up "Boyfriend?"

I groaned and shook my head, walking away from the two in defeat. As soon as I was far enough away, I flew to Gabriel's house, only to be ambushed by the older Archangel immediately.