I scoff, turning away from them as Dean smirked at me, and Sam gave me a small smile before slowly they made their way towards me.
"So, did you really think you could escape us without Cass finding you, sweetheart?" I heard Dean ask, amused as he sat down next to me.
"I knew there was a small chance that he would find me, but I hoped, and now I know, I was wrong," I replied, stiffly.
"So, why'd you leave?" Sam asked me gently, as Ellen came back with my drink.
"Are these two bothering you, hon?" She asked, staring them down.
"Nope, they were just leaving…" I replied as I slowly began to sip on my soda.
"Ellen." Sam greets solemnly.
"Baby Winchester." She greets back as Dean grabs my drink and takes a sip, only to cough violently as he hears her reply.
"Ellen," Dean says, smirking at her.
"Winchester," Ellen says, before turning to look at me, concerned, silently asking me if I was alright.
"I'll be fine, El. These guys won't do anything to me. I promise I know how to take care of myself." I said, giving her a small smile as she left.
We waited until she was out of hearing range before, I sharply turned to them with narrowed eyes. "What in the hell are you two doing here? Did you not understand that I left for a reason?" I growled as I snatched the glass from the counter and took a long sip.
"Oh, we understand, sadly, there is someone else who doesn't, and until those leeches are taken care of, you won't be left alone. So, cry, bitch, and nag all you want, sweetheart, but you are stuck with us now." Dean said, with a wide smile.
I was about to open my mouth to retort something in return when we all froze.
"Isabella." Another voice suddenly called.
I tensed as we all simultaneously tilted our heads to the side, to listen to it.
A voice I knew all too well, one that always spoke to me ever since I could remember. The voice of my supposed guardian, protector. Michael.
Brief annoyance flickered through my very being, as a wave of hot unadulterated rage began to bubble within me.
'Isabella, listen to them, please. This isn't a game. You are more important than you could possibly think. Please go with the Winchesters, my friend has been traveling with them, Castiel. He is another protector, listen to him. Please.' His voice begged.
'Where are you? And where the hell have you been all of this time?' I growled back, taking a deep breath to try to calm myself down.
'That is another discussion for another day. Please listen to Castiel. I will talk to you as soon as I can.' His voice said, as his voice began to fade.
"Bell—? Hi. Would you mind telling us what in the hell that was a moment ago?" Dean questioned, with a furrowed brow.
"That I believe was an acquaintance of mine. Isabella, have you decided what you wish to do?" Castiel asked me, surprising the hell out of me as he appeared next to me.
"It seems that I don't truly have a choice in the matter," I grumbled as I picked up a fry and smothered it in ketchup before throwing it in my mouth. "My choice has been made for me." The three men nodded, in relief. "For now. I don't really know what is happening but, whatever it is. Once it's over. I am gone. Do you understand? And don't expect for me to bend back on your will. That is not going to happen." I replied., as I pulled out forty bucks and slammed them onto the counter.
"Castiel?" I quietly asked, ignoring the looks both Sam and Dean are giving me of concern, as I tilted my head to the side to look at the man. "Come with me. You and I need to have a word." I replied as I snatched the basket of fries and burger from the counter before snatching my purse and walking out of there.
"Did she just order Cass and did he just follow her out as if nothing happened? What the hell is going on?" I heard Dean say before Sam shushed him and followed us out.