Really, really sorry about such a late update. As it's AJ who went to hell instead of Dean, there are obviously differences in her talk with Castiel.

A loud gasp bursts out of me, everything seeming to rush back to me at once, blackness turning to light, feeling my legs give way under me, collapsing to the ground on my knees, breathing heavily.

It's impossible to describe what I'd just experienced almost as if I'd just died then been reborn within seconds, within millionth of seconds. The last thing I remember is standing in that rundown barn, Dean and Bobby next to me, their weapons failing to be of any use against the angel responsible for me being free of the cage. Before blackness had claimed me, I remember his hand grabbing my arm, feeling like every ounce of my being was yanked out of my body, being transported somewhere else. But...but where the hell am I?.

The first thing that hits me is the feeling of cool air hitting my face, blowing some of my blonde locks away from my face, making me slowly look up, finding I'm on my hands and knees in the middle of what looks like a garden. I slowly get up off my knees, finding I'm trembling a little, my eyes moving around, the garden seeming quite small, finding I'm able to see thanks to several quite large lanterns casting gentle, glowing light out.

Then my eyes land on the blue-eyed angel finding he's stood a few metres away from me. And those incredible blue depths automatically lock with my emerald green ones making me swallow hard, my feet moving of their own accord, not knowing why when everything in me is screaming at me to move in the opposite direction.

"I'm not going to harm you, Alexandra," he said, his stare refusing to leave my own.

"What...what about my brother?. Bobby?."

"They're both alive."

"Who...who are you?," I whispered, not knowing why I'm asking when I already know.

"Castiel."

"That's...that's not what I meant. I...I mean, what are you?."

"I'm an angel of the Lord."

"You...you do exist," I mumbled, taking a few steps closer to him, stopping myself from getting too close, part of me still refusing to believe it's true, my eyes moving from his own to his back.

That's when I see them, my hand moving over my mouth, my eyes widening. His wings, absolutely nothing like I was expecting an angel's wings to be like. They're massive, filling out practically the entirety of the space we were both standing in in the garden, the feathers a mix of white and grey, reminding me almost of a dove's wings.

But something feels wrong, my hand dropping from my mouth, taking a quick step away from him finding I've moved closer to him without realising it. It shouldn't be possible for a human to see an angel's wings yet I can see them perfectly. My hand moves to my forehead turning away from him, my eyes closing. This doesn't make sense, none of it, why I'm able to see Castiel's wings, why I was able to hear him speak to me in Pam's house...and why I'm feeling this intense pull towards him.

"Alexandra."

"Why?. Why did you hurt Pam?. She's blind cause of you," I said, a little angrily, my back still to him.

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be...overwhelming to humans. And so can my real voice as you already knew that."

"That...that was you at the gas station and the motel. Why didn't you just appear instead of hurting my brother's ears?."

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought your brother would be one of them...like you."

I slowly turn around to face him finding he's stood right behind me, my eyes relocking with his own, swallowing hard. And I force myself to take a step back from him knowing that if I gave into my sudden, unexpected desires then I would be making a massive mistake.

"What...what do you mean?. Castiel, I'm nothing special. I'm just some human hunter. You...you don't understand, what I did down there. All...all those innocent souls I tortured. And for what?. So...so Alastair wouldn't hurt me anymore, wouldn't...I...I can't do this anymore. Why did you rescue me, huh?. You should have left me down there," I cried, feeling tears run down my cheeks, finding he's just stood there, not that I was expecting comfort from a higher being, something that doesn't exactly experience human emotions.

"You really don't think you deserve to be saved," he mumbled, frowning.

"Haven't you heard a thing I just said?. Fine...whatever. I wasn't expecting comfort from a damn angel. Just...just tell me why you saved me."

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."

-x-

"Look, D, I'm fine, okay?. Castiel didn't hurt me. He...he just wanted to talk to me alone. I just need a few hours to myself. I'll see you in the morning. Bye."

I hang up, slipping my cell into the back pocket of my pants, pulling the jacket tighter around myself, letting out a heavy sigh, my eyes once again moving to the bar opposite from me.

It's been almost an hour since that talk with Castiel and I'm still finding it impossible to get that conversation out of my mind. What's worse is that he didn't tell me why I'm supposedly special, why God somehow has work for me. I let out a grunt of irritation, my fingers rubbing my forehead then moving into the left front pocket of my jacket.

Suddenly, my fingers brush what feels like a piece of card, completely forgetting I'd left it in there, pulling it out, moving it up to my eye level. And that name printed on the card in black lettering automatically brings up that one week almost two years ago when our paths had crossed last. I honestly have no idea why I'd kept that damn card, knowing there was a high chance we'd never meet again.

"This is fucking stupid. The British asshole is probably dead by now," I muttered, pulling my cell out of my pocket, dialing the number on the card, hearing the line start to ring, fully expecting no answer.

"Hello?."

"J...John?."

"Okay, whoever this is, you'd better hang up now cause I'm not in the mood for bloody prank calls."

"Johnny...it's me. It's really me."

"That...that's impossible. Alex?."

"H...hey, Constantine," I grinned, hearing the shock in his voice.

"But...but how?. You should be dead, love, in hell."

"How quickly can you get to South Dakota?. I'd rather...explain this to you in person then over a phone."

"Give me an hour."

I hang up, slipping the cell back into my pocket, my eyes moving back to the bar. Looks like I need something strong!.