Another Problem

Chapter 21

Sam and Dean were called back by Castiel who had told them about the confrontation between him and Melissa. They then decided to go and look somewhere else for the girl because the demons hadn't found her here either.

"Maybe she would go back to her home, if she thought that she needed a safe haven, then what better place than that?" Sam offered and the angel stared at him for a moment, mulling over what Sam had just said to him.

"Head over there, I will be back as soon as I can." Castiel disappeared and the Winchesters headed back to the Impala.

"This girl is becoming more trouble than she is worth. What can she possibly do to be worth this?" Dean thought out loud, becoming annoyed with the run around by the angels once again. This was becoming too much for both of them to handle.

"She is scared, Dean and probably trying to avoid everyone and everything that she thought she could believe was safe. So she's turning into a recluse in order to save her own skin. She's doing what's' right." Sam answered back, as they drove to the girls' house. That place was probably going to be somewhere they avoided going from now on.

Dean rolled his eyes at the fact that his brother was delving deeper into the psyche of a girl they didn't even know. It was just like Sam to do things like that, reading more into a situation than before. It reminded him of the way Sam had been before he had died over a year and a half ago.

"We don't know anything for sure Sam." Dean answered back, focusing on the road and the streets ahead of them, trying to more or less keep his brother in the now.

They sped through the streets continuing anxiously towards the house.

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Amitiel had just take Ranieh back to her house, everything was dark and felt wrong. Amitiel scanned the area, keeping the young girl close to her in case there was any danger that could come jumping out at them.

"It's too dark, I need to see." Ranieh broke the silence and headed toward the light switch and saw that the house was still in the same state it had been this morning before she left for school. But something felt off.

"MOM!" Ranieh shouted up the stairs and began to search the room for her drunken mother, wanting to convince her leave this place with them for her own safety.

She made her way to her mothers' room her anxiety reaching higher levels than before and the place looked like it had been levelled and she was deathly afraid.

Amitiel ran up the stairs to find the girl sitting on the ground next to a huge blood patch on the carpet and she looked confused.

"Where's my mother?" Ranieh asked, calmer than she was feeling right now. She looked at the angel as if she had all the answers, which at the moment seemed to be true.

"I'm sorry…" Amitiel answered back, she sat next to the girl.

"No." Ranieh shook her head. "She's just injured somewhere and the demons have her and want to draw me out in order to take me hostage."

"No, she's dead, a demon killed her." Amitiel tried to be gentle, but how could she sugarcoat this for the girl.

"She's dead because of me!" Ranieh seemed to collapse with the admission and she pulled her knees up to her chin and put her head and the tears started to fall down her face.

"Ranieh, right now is not the time for this and I'm sorry, believe me, you don't know how sorry I am but we have to deal with the demons. This has to take a backseat to your survival; you have to put it aside just for now." Amitiel pulled the girl close, as if allowing Ranieh to borrow her strength to get through.

'Let me in. I can handle this and she's right. Grief needs to take a backseat. We'll have time. I promise you that.' The voice spoke to her and Ranieh just nodded and closed her eyes.

Amitiel moved away and saw that Ranieh had her eyes closed, but then opened them suddenly and looked at the Archangel. She smiled bitterly.

"When this is over, you're gonna tell me what I want to know." Ranieh spoke in a cold and calculating voice.

"What's that?" Amitiel asked, actually concerned.

"Everything that you might know to tell me where my father is." Ranieh got up and made her way out of the room, with the cold demeanour firmly in place. Amitiel followed and headed out of the room.

"Pack some things, we need to go." Amitiel surveyed the room and thought to herself that this was one place she hoped never to come back to again.

Ranieh in her cold façade went about the task like a freaking robot; emotionless and getting on with things the way she had to. Right now in her pain, she had to get through the next moment, then she could get through the next minute and the next hour then the next day, which would be the most difficult of all.

She pulled some clothes into the duffle bag and anything else that she might need to take with her. She had to keep going right now and this was just the reprieve that she needed to have.

For a moment, she let the pain in and a tear fell across her unreceptive features and down her cheek and Ranieh didn't even notice it and kept going about her task. She grabbed some of the sentimental items that her mother had gotten for her and put them into the bag and it felt like she was closing this chapter of her life.

Maybe that was the truth of what had become her life right now.

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Sam and Dean headed were now approaching the street with her house on it. They saw the lights were on and immediately reached for their guns, mentally preparing themselves for a fight. As soon as they pulled up close to the house, they got out and headed inside, slow and cautiously. There had been too much going on right now for them to be anything but careful and act a little paranoid.

Dean kicked the door open and headed into the house, seeing Amitiel standing there.

"Why are you here?" Sam asked of the Archangel who seemed to just ignore that they were both there.

"Taking care of business." Amitiel answered back and continued to stare at him. "Put the gun down, there is nothing threatening here and I don't want you to freak her out."

"You found her?" Dean asked and the angel nodded and looked up the stairs.

"Just give her some space right now." Amitiel warned, but Dean wasn't paying any attention and headed up the stairs anyway.

Dean headed up the stairs and heard the movement coming from a room and saw a girl with messy brown curly hair and glasses packing her bag.

"You?" Dean said suddenly, breaking Ranieh out of her reverie and she turned around to see him, standing there.

"I saw you this morning." Dean continued.

"Surprise." Was all Ranieh said and headed out of the room. She seemed cold and distant, but that was to expected if she had found out about her mother.

"I've had a hell of a day, lost my mom, found out this whole town is on the demonic radar all because of little insignificant me. What am I supposed to be like?" Ranieh answered, more bitterness seeping in.

She headed down the stairs, Dean on her tail. She dropped the bag unceremoniously on the ground in front of the angel.

"Are we leaving?" Ranieh looked at the angel, indifferent and unsure but the shield of the other part of her was still firmly in place. It was just the only way she could possibly survive right now. It was hard but that was the way it had to be right now.

"Why is she acting like this?" Dean asked of Amitiel, who was keeping an eye on Ranieh.

"Ranieh has let the voice take over and it's keeping her from going crazy. She was in her mothers' room seeing the blood on the floor and she shut down." Amitiel answered.

"This is the only way." Ranieh added as an afterthought.

"Way for what?" Sam asked.

"Way to stop me from getting angry. I scare demons when I'm angry." Ranieh answered plainly.

"You need to get her out of this town and right now." Amitiel broke up the conversation and made Ranieh move towards the door.

Ranieh looked up to see the lights in her living room flicker on and off, the television in the corner switched itself on.

"Something's coming." Ranieh said suddenly and didn't move from the spot now firmly planted in that spot.