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Chapter 36
So you Think you Know me

"Bobby, what does Rufus think is causing the sickness?" Velvet sat at the computer looking through an online copy of Curses of the Sixteenth Century. "Has he found anything linking the victims?"

"Hang on," Bobby spoke into the phone and then leaned back in his chair so he could look around the corner at her from the kitchen. "Rufus says he can't find the Typhoid Mary but one of the first to get sick died yesterday. The others that got sick around the same time aren't doing so good. Thinks you're on the right track with the curse idea."

Velvet smiled to herself. At least now she was feeling like she was being useful. So far all her research had been directed by Bobby but this had been her idea. Feeling proud of herself, she wondered if Sam and Dean would be proud of the work she was doing. It was good to know that what she was doing was actually helping someone. Reaching toward the shelf to her left, she grabbed a yellow and black book and pulled it out from its resting place. As she did so, a folder Bobby had tossed on top of the books fell to the floor. She picked it up and placed it on the desk.

For two hours she read and took notes, hoping what she was finding would be helpful. Rubbing her eyes, she decided she should take what she had to Bobby. When she looked at the clock, she was surprised to see it was almost 3:00 am. She gathered the information she'd found and took it into Bobby.

"What book did you use?" He asked as he looked over the papers.

"Romanian Curses for Dummies," she giggled.

He looked irritated. "That was Dean's excuse for a Father's Day present. He thought he was being really cute."

"Does that mean the information isn't helpful? I checked the sources and the research is legitimate." She knew Bobby would probably question what she used for her work.

Frowning, he reached for the phone. "I'm gonna call Rufus. You go to bed." He turned away and began punching buttons.

She returned to the study to shut down the computer and put away the books she had used. Sitting at the desk, she straightened papers and stuffed pens and pencils into a drawer. As she away one last book, she saw a folded piece of paper lying on the floor. She picked it up and unfolded it. Surprise then hurt crossed her face as she read.

Is Velvet a demon? Cas not convinced. No black eyes or deal making. Drank holy water. Not afraid of silver. Is not cruel. Angel? Doubtful. No skills. Doesn't hear angel chatter like Anna did. Cas can't sense grace in her. Halfbreed? Highly unlikely. Human? Maybe has enhanced ability.

1. Changed Ruby's demon essence? How?

2. Sam noticed a white glow. Gave him euphoric feeling.

3. Animal connection.

4. Lucifer drawn to her.

5. Dean said her ability to draw him out was uncanny. Thinks she is hiding

something.

6. No Family.

7. Doesn't know who father is.

8. Demon's tying to kidnap her.

9. Glow around her. Seer saw different colors in aura.

It was in Bobby's handwriting. She felt a terrible ache in chest. They thought she was something like the things they hunted. Refolding the paper, she stood and walked out into the hallway. It seemed to take forever to walk up the stairs. Her feet felt like they were made of lead and finally she made it to her room. Leaning back against the door, she closed her eyes trying to block out the words. Tears burned her eyes and she gasped for air. She felt her heart pounding and felt panic begin to set in. She slid to the floor, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. No one believed she was a real person; they didn't think she was human. What was she supposed to do now? Why were they letting her live here? The tears flowed as she continued to gasp for air. The panic attack had a tight grip on her now and wanted to run away. Run to where?

Trying to take deep breaths, she tried to calm herself and get her breathing to return to normal. Pulling herself to her feet, she made it to the bathroom. Reaching for the taps, she turned on the water. Her heart still pounded so fast and loud she figured anyone in the room with her would have been heard it. She cupped the water in her hands and splashed it on her face. The cold water helped her focus.

As her breathing and heart rate slowed, she allowed the words to run through her head. The water continued to run so she switched it off and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked normal. She looked human. She had never heard voices or had blackouts. It seemed everyone noticed something odd about her. Could she blame them? Were these things truly out of the ordinary?

Leaning against the sink, she opened the list again. Maybe everything was just a strange coincidence. The animal connection? She'd always had a way with animals but so did other people. She had no family but many people didn't have families. At least she didn't think she had any family. It was true she didn't know her father but her mother never had anything negative to say about him. She always said he was kind, gentle and handsome. No, most everything could be counted as normal. What happened with Ruby was disturbing. However, had she really done anything or had it been Ruby? Her head was beginning to ache and she just couldn't think about this anymore tonight. Dean and Sam would be back tomorrow and they all needed to have a chat. Yes, tomorrow she intended to get answers.

Dean held up his hands. "Try to see it from our side." He'd been wrong about her not having a real temper. He had laughed inside when she went after Bobby, waving the stupid list he'd made in his face. Then she'd turned on him.

"Your side? I knew you have been slightly suspicious about that thing with Ruby but what about everything else. Why couldn't you just talk to me about it? The worst that could have happened would have been me lying." She paced the floor of the living room, angrier than she had been in a long while.

Bobby sat in his chair behind the desk, hoping the desk would shield him from her wrath. She had ripped him a new one over that stupid list he'd made. He had tried to explain he was just trying to put pieces of the puzzle together to help her but she wasn't hearing it. Just when he thought she was going to come over the desk for his throat, she turned on Dean.

"We aren't saying we don't trust you. We're... concerned." Sam stood against the doorway. He could understand why she was upset. He knew what it felt like to have people suspect and distrust you.

She stopped to glare at him and then resumed her pacing.

"You have to admit sweet cheeks that you have some unusual cards in your deck." Dean grinned, hoping to charm her and calm her down. Angel sat next to him on the desk. The cat stared at him as if she too were accusing him of wrongdoing.

"Admit? No. You are not turning this around to make me look like the bad guy." She stopped in front of him. "Do you know something? Are you keeping something from me?"

"No." When she looked at him, he saw the doubt. "Honest. We still only have these few bits and pieces."

Feeling defeated, she sat on the desk beside Dean. She didn't really know what she thought she was going to accomplish with this tirade. Yes, it was nothing but a tirade and now she was out of steam.

Dean could she was finished raging at them. "We will figure this Velvet. I know we will."

She let out a huge sigh but continued to look at the floor. "Maybe I could..." The flutter of wings interrupted her mid sentence.

Cas stood in the kitchen.

Dean grinned. "Hey Cas. Velvet has something she wants to say to you." Whispering to Velvet he said, "He deserves the same treatment we got." He so wanted to see her let Cas have a round of temper where he could watch.

Cas continued to stand there without moving, without speaking. His head tilted slightly down causing him to look upward and the look on his face was one of determination. He stared at Velvet.

"Oh come on Cas. You're not afraid of her are you?" Dean was amused thinking of his reaction.

He wasn't speaking, not even to ask what she had to say. He always answered a question even if was just an aggravated look at Dean but not this time. He took slow steps forward and Dean stood.

She wanted to leave the room. It was better to just avoid him. It was better to pretend he wasn't real. But she couldn't keep her eyes off his aloof and detached face. This was not the Cas she knew.

Dean eyed the angel. "I see the stick up your ass has returned." What was wrong with him? When he didn't respond, Dean called his name, "Cas?" When Cas didn't respond, Dean looked at Sam, who was already giving him the 'What's wrong with him' look.

The angel's slow stride took him toward Velvet. As he passed Sam, he brandished the spear Zachariah had given him. The abomination must die, the seraph had told him. He was charged with this duty and he would accomplish his mission.

Sam sensed his intent and lunged at him but Cas threw him to the floor knocking him unconscious.

"What the hell?" Booby mumbled as he pointed a gun at him. "Drop it." The angel spared him a short look and he dropped the gun. He couldn't move anything.

Dean shouted, "Cas, what the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing?" He stood in front of Velvet as if to protect her.

"Step aside Dean," Cas growled in a voice so deep, it was almost unrecognizable. "I have a job to do. I must destroy her."

Velvet had been watching the scene as if it were a movie. She wasn't there and this wasn't happening. Disbelief filled her as she realized what Cas intended.

"Cas you can't. It's Velvet." Dean pleaded with the angel but nothing seemed to touch him. "I won't let you hurt her. Velvet go. Go!"

But Velvet couldn't move.

Dean pushed her toward the doorway that led into the hall but she stumbled and fell to the floor. Cas's attention shifted to her and Dean struck at him with his fist. Cas dodged the hit and then pushed Dean so hard he tumbled backwards over the desk. When he tried to get up, the angel held out hand and was immobilized.

Velvet stared in horror and Cas turned and stood over her, the wicked looked spear in his hand. She began to scramble backwards across the floor of the study knowing she couldn't escape. "Why? You don't have to do this," she pleaded with him.

"You are an abomination. Heaven has ordered your death and I will carry out the order," he spat at her.

She looked at his face and saw no mercy there. Cold, harsh eyes pierced her very soul as he raised his arm. "Please," she pleaded, knowing he was not going to stop, "make it quick."

The last think she saw was flash of gold as the spear descended toward her heart.