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So this chapter is again set in season 2. Episode 5 'Simon Said'. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural.
Dean and Castiel arrived at the local gas station just in time to see a woman lay down the fuel hose and pull the cigarette lighter from the car towards her, all the while saying that it was gonna be okay. They both moved without thought. Dean to grab the lighter in her hand and hold it away from her gas soaked clothes, even if the only way to do that was place his palm between the burning hot metal and the wet material. He didn't care, he just gritted his teeth against the pain and held on. He would not let this woman die, he would not let Sam lose another of the people he thought he was supposed to save.
Castiel on the other hand moved his fingers to the woman's forehead while he saw Dean grappling for the ignitor in her hand. Without effort he knocked her out, remembering to catch her as she fell.
Dean felt the woman's fight go out of her, but when he tried to prize the lighter from her hand he found that it wasn't that easy. Her grip was still tight, and his skin had kinda stuck to the damn thing. Oh well they could sort that out later. Speaking of sorting things out.
"Err, Cas? Think we best get out of here." He murmured as the boy who had been standing watching the woman moved to go inside and phone god knows who. All Dean knew was that there was no one watching them right now. So a good time to fly, literately.
"Of course Dean." Castiel replied amiably, with that Dean found himself back in the motel room and Sam running towards them to help with the dead weight of the woman.
"She's not-" Sam asked turning almost begging eyes on his brother as he automatically took the woman from the angel.
"She is unconscious that is all Sam." Castiel replied the question he knew that Sam was trying to ask.
With that both the Winchester boys placed her on the bed next to Andy, who quickly stood and starting to slide his way to the door only to find his way impeded by John who just stared him down and crossed his arms making him gulp. That guy was not one he wanted to get on the wrong side of thank you very much.
As they lay the woman down Dean ripped his hand from the lighter with a wince at the pain as at least one layer of skin separated from his palm. Luckily Sam wasn't looking at him to see it. He was concentrating on the woman.
Castiel on the other hand had seen the movement and with a frown at Dean moved forwards to slip his fingers into his curled up palm, healing the burnt rings that had been seared into his skin. At the feel of the injury healing with the simple pressure of Cas' warm fingers in his hand once more Dean looked up and into Cas' eyes. He could read them very clearly. They stated that if he ever had an injury and didn't inform the angel again he was gonna be pissed at him. Nodding his head in thanks to him he turned to look down at the unconscious, soaking wet woman on the bed, making his mind focus on the case and not the loss he felt when Cas' removed his fingers from his palm, the healing being complete and Andy seemingly not trying to take over his mind, there was no reason for the hand holding any more. Which was fine with Dean. He did not go round holding his friend's hands for fun after all.
"We should get her out of those clothes." Dean said pulling his head back to the here and now, refusing to look at his brother. He didn't want to see the question in his eyes right now. Later, he could sort all that out later.
"You what?" Sam asked the question in his mind being pushed out by puzzlement at Dean's statement. There was no way he was undressing an unconscious stranger. Sorry that was a line he wouldn't cross.
"Well don't want her trying again once she's awake do we? She's kinda a fire starter right now." Dean replied, not that he moved towards the woman, he just stared at Sam. when it seemed his brother also wasn't moving he sighed.
"Fine. Let's rock, paper, scissors for it." He suggested. He was not undressing that woman.
"Fine." Sam replied with a smirk. He always won at this.
"One, two, three." Dean said staring at his brother. On the word three he went for his go to of scissors, only to have Sam produce rock.
"Rock beats scissors. I win. Go right ahead Dean." Sam said waving toward the unconscious body with a smug look on his face. When would his brother realise that he knew he always went for scissors?
"Bitch." Dean muttered.
"Jerk." Sam replied with a chuckle as he watched his brother take a deep breath and move towards the bed.
Castiel watched this with a puzzled frown, but when he realised what Dean was about to do he rolled his eyes and moved to stand beside the woman before Dean could get there. Putting his fingers on her clothes he siphoned out the gas from the material leaving her clothes clean and dry.
"How'd ya do that?" Dean asked blinking when he realised that there was no need to change the woman's clothes after all. Sam on the other hand smirked. Oh how he wished he could make a comment about Castiel not wanting Dean to see anyone else naked, but he didn't think that would go down too well with the present company.
"I'm an angel Dean. Now would you like me to wake her so you can talk to her?" Castiel asked his fingers hovering over her forehead ready to bring her back, though he was also going to make sure that her mind was cleansed of any thoughts of killing herself.
"Um, yeah sure." Dean replied after a quick glance at his brother who pulled himself together before they both moved so they could be sitting close to her so they could talk, but not close enough to scare her.
Castiel placed his fingers on her forehead and then moved quickly to the other side of the room where he could lean against the wall next to a certain invisible demon. He had a feeling that Crowley's input here could be very useful. If he choose to share it at any rate.
"What-? Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" The woman asked with a start as she sat up and started to look around frantically. What had happened? One minute she was fine, and then the next, oh god, she had tried to- No that wasn't who she was. Then why-?
"It okay. Your safe here. We're friends. Can you tell us your name?" Sam asked in a gentle tone. Dean liked to leave this sort of touchy feely crap to him. Sammy was such a girl, he was so much better at it.
"Holly. What happened?" She answered completely dazed about everything. So much so she took whatever these men said without thought.
"What can you tell us?" Sam asked still in his gentle voice.
"I was fine, then I got a call. He told me to burn myself alive, oh my god, I was going to burn myself alive, why would I do that?" Holly asked turning to him with a frown in her eyes. She was so confused about what was happening here. All she remembered was her mind going all… fuzzy, and all she knew was that she had to do what the voice had told her to do.
"We're gonna figure that out. Can you tell us, do you have a connection to a doctor Jenkins?" Sam asked hoping that Holly would be able to give them a break in the case.
When Castiel saw that both Dean and Sam were engrossed in talking to the woman he spoke to Crowley, trying his hardest not to move his lips and making sure he kept his tone to one only the demon next to him would be able to hear.
"What is going on Crowley?" He asked not turning to look at him.
"She made a deal with a demon. Azazel to be precise." Crowley replied conversationally, he didn't have to worry about being found out after all.
At that Castiel turned to glare at him. What was he talking about now? Why could Crowley not just give him a straight answer for once? Though well, he knew the answer to that. He was Crowley.
"Don't give me that look Cas. Yes I'm sure. The king of the crossroads right now, remember?" Crowley replied in a mock hurt tone putting his hand to his chest in defence when he caught the look. At that Castiel turned back into the conversation in the room and spoke, overriding what Sam was going to say.
"Holly, I need to ask. What was it the yellowed eyed man wanted from you when you made your deal?" He asked without any preamble making all the Winchesters in the room turn to him and stare. How in the hell did he know she made a deal with yellow eyes? In fact, what did making deals have to do with anything? Dean and Sam had no idea who Azazel truly was, and John, well he knew he had never made a deal with the demon and he couldn't see Mary ever having done anything so stupid. So what was the angel getting at here? What was he accusing his family of doing?
"I what? How do you know about that?" Holly asked in a breathless voice as she stared at Castiel with a scared look in her eyes making the three Winchesters snap back to staring at her, amazed that Castiel had been right.
"Please just answer the question." Castiel said with a small smile on his face, trying to be as gentle as he could.
"He wanted access to my children." Holly whispered in shame.
"Children? Plural?" Castiel asked narrowing his eyes, he was starting to understand what was happening here now. Or at least he thought he did. But there was still one part he couldn't work out.
"Yes, I had twins." Holly replied with a nod to him.
"Do you know where they are now?" He asked with a sigh. He had a feeling that one of them was in the room with them. Though he had thought that Andy's mother had died in a nursery fire just like Mary Winchester had.
"No, I gave them up for adoption. I couldn't look after them. I was young." Holly responded defensively. She didn't want this men to think any less of her for doing what she needed to do. What was best for her boys.
"A word." Dean interrupted moving away from Holly and collecting everyone with his eyes so they all congregated near Castiel, including Andy.
"Andy, you adopted?" He asked with a sigh. He had a feeling he knew the answer to that.
"Err, yeah. You saying she's my biological mom?" Andy asked his eyes going wide as he stared at the woman sitting on the bed with shock still prevalent in her eyes.
"Yes." Dean replied simply.
"And I have a twin who has the same abilities as me?" Andy asked turning to him in disbelief. His world had just been turned upside down. He had a twin he had never known existed.
"Twin brother to be exact." Crowley interjected, though only Castiel could hear him. At that Castiel sighed quickly before cutting his eyes to the demon in a way he hoped was not obvious to anyone else in the room. The look clearly said, get the hell on with it or I will smite you.
"Fine. It's Webber from the diner. Happy now? Azazel has got into his head and has been playing around." Crowley replied with a roll of his eyes. He would have left them to work it out but he was getting bored with this hunt now. He wanted to move onto something fun. Something like winding up Castiel about the whole hand holding stick.
This information Castiel then proceeded to impart to the brothers, who both looked at him with surprise that he knew the answer, but accepted it. Maybe it was another of his angel things, being able to see family connections or something.
John on the other hand frowned at Castiel. he had noticed earlier how it seemed Castiel was talking to no one, and this wasn't the first time he had seen him glaring into what appeared to be empty space before coming up with some answer to a question that as far as he knew, the angel had no way of getting. Just who or where was he getting his information from?