As Dean's scent enveloped me, I felt my eyes cloud and my entire body begin to shake.
"What's wrong with her?" I heard him practically demand as I buried my face deeper into his chest, and held onto him tighter.
"She argued with her parents," Castiel answered, as he stared at me with concern.
"What the hell do you mean 'she argued with her parents'? Aren't her parents dead?" Dean asked as he put his chin on the top of my head.
I clung harder to his body as I listened to my uncle explain what had happened.
"Renee Higginbotham and Charles Swan are dead, I mean her real parents. Charmeine and Michael." Castiel explained.
"Charmeine and Michael? As in the seraphim and archangel? Those are her parents?" Bobby asked, in surprise.
Oh Lord, why me?
"That is exactly who I mean. My brother and sister aren't too happy with what just unraveled a few minutes ago." Castiel replied as the sound of leather rubbing against each other responded throughout the room.
"What exactly happened to make her this way? She seemed fine this morning." Dean pointed out, as his hold on me tightened and I felt his lips press into my hair.
"Her grace has been activated. Her parents wished for her to stay with them, but I was given orders to bring her here to aid you. She and I will be aiding you." Castiel replied.
"That doesn't explain why she is crying, Cass. Now, what the hell happened to make her this way." Dean practically demanded.
He wasn't going to let this go. I could feel it. His need to protect me, was beginning to show.
I wanted to run away but I knew if what Castiel said was true, that by me chosing to sleep with him, I had inadvertently made him my helpmate, that there was no going back now.
He would hate me, and I deserved it for sentencing his soul to bind with mine for all eternity.
"I fought with them." I said, speaking into his chest, as I tried to calm myself down.
"Why?" He asked, stepping back enough to look me in the eye but not releasing me from his hold.
I sighed, looking at his beautiful green eyes before looking away. "I know that angeles are supposed to be just, loving, and forgiving but I— I can't get past them abandoning me. It hurts. So, I told them so." I informed them, looking away from them to meet Castiel's eyes.
"My guess is you didn't react how mommy and daddy expected you to?" Dean asked as his eyes went to Sam's.
"Of course not, do you honestly expect anything less of me?" I snipped stepping out of his hold to make my way to the kitchen.
"Cass…." Dean said, motioning towards the basement.
"I will still be able to hear you. So, whatever you tell him, tell him here." I said, stoically.
"Did you talk about us?" He asked turning to me as he gestures towards himself and Sam.
"Of course I did," I replied, turning to look at him. "You are no longer his vessel, and Sam is no longer Lucifer's. I warned them to stay away from both of you." I said, honestly.
"So, this thing? Is it over?" Dean asked, in disbelief.
"Far from over, actually. See, if what the prophecy says is true, and you are his true vessel, and Sam is Lucifer's true vessel, but they can't access you, it would end in a stalemate." I explained.
"Let me guess. That won't happen will it?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.
I tapped my nose in response before turning to look at an alarmed Castiel.
Castiel was still staring at me, in surprised disbelief as he slowly walked towards me. "Lailah, where did you hear this?" He asked me, with a furrowed brow.
"Your minds," I stated, calmly.
"What else did you hear?" He questioned.
I turned, before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Lailah Seraphina." He gritted.
"Too many things, really. For example, that someone has blocked you from being able to do anything besides healing, and a few other things." I replied, smiling amused as he stared at me.
"What do you mean?" He asked me.
"Someone up there doesn't want us to succeed, and that means that they'll stop at nothing to get to us, and them," I explained, jutting my chin towards Bobby, Sam, and Dean.
"How can I be—?" He began before I sighed again, and tapped my fingers to his head allowing him to see my memory.
As he stared blankly for a few moments, Dean looked at me wide-eyed. "He is fine." I interrupted as Castiel's shoulders suddenly sagged.
"This changes everything." He muttered as he met my eyes with worry as I nodded in response.