Wolfie: I don't own anything related to Supernatural, just this fan fiction plot. Soon I'll get to the more original stuff but first I wanna get past all the meeting Castiel stuff first. Then will come the filler chapters as well as some canon event related chapters. Now please read, review, and I hope you like the book so far.

Chapter 3: Lazarus Rising pt. 3

"Your friend is alive." Castiel reassured without looking up from whatever he was currently reading.

"Who are you?" Dean asked again, not very happy right now as she had been left to laying Bobby in a comfortable position on the ground all on her own.

"Castiel." Castiel stated simply as he was still reading, thinking that that's the answer to her question that she wanted.

"Yeah, I figured that much. I mean what are you?" Dean asked as that question got Castiel to finally look at her.

"I'm an angel of the lord." Castiel said as if he expected Dean to believe what he was telling her was true and not a lie.

"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing." Dean said as she stood up, obviously not believing that he is an angel.

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Castiel said as he walked a bit closer to Dean who looked pissed off at that comment.

Then there was a rumbling alongside flashes of lightning, and Dean could've sworn she saw a dark outline of feathered wings expanding behind him. The wings stretching to their full wing span with each flash of light as she looked at the two wings in shock. Her first thought was: why aren't the wings white like all the angel stories say that they are? But then again this is her first time running into a supposed angel, so she doesn't know what is right and wrong with them. Honestly Dean would still be in awe about meeting a real angel if she hadn't remembered what happened to Pamela. She got one look at this "angel" and her eyes got burned out of her skull. That doesn't sound like a very angelic thing to do to someone, nor is it the right thing to do. It sounded like something an evil, sadistic, heartless monster would do just for shits and giggles. That's what it sounded like to Dean, and she did not like it one bit.

"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes." Dean said as she looked at Castiel, a displeased look on her face.

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be, overwhelming to humans and so can my real voice... but you already knew that." Castiel said as Dean had a pretty good feeling as to what this so called angel was talking about.

"You mean what happened at the two motels? That was you talking?" Dean asked as Castiel nodded in confirmation to her question. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume." She stated as both times it had felt like her ear drums were about to burst.

"That was my mistake. Certain people- special people- can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong." Castiel said as he had let his assumptions get the best of him during those moments in time.

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What- holy tax accountant?" Dean asked with a sneer as she looked at the body Castiel was residing in.

"This? This is... a vessel." Castiel said whilst adjusting his tan trench coat in the process.

"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked as she stiffened up slightly, was Castiel possessing someone against their will just like a demon does?

"He's a devout man. He actually prayed for this." Castiel explained as he noticed how Dean stiffened up and went on edge even more so than she already was.

"Look, pal, I'm not buying what your selling. So who are you, really?" Dean asked and her insistence to not believe him greatly confused Castiel as his head tilted to the side for a moment.

"I told you." Castiel stated as he had given Dean no reason to not believe him.

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from hell, only to put me in the wrong body?" Dean asked as she had enough of beating around the bush, she wanted answers.

"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel said as he took a step closer to her, not even answering the second part of her question.

"Not in my experience." Dean hissed out because how can good things happen in such a shitty life like hers. "Now answer the rest of the damn question." She added because Castiel avoiding the other part of the question was not helping her mood.

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved." Castiel said as he studied Dean's facial expression, still not answering the rest of her question.

"Why'd you do it?" Dean asked, deciding that if he wasn't going to answer her question that she'd just ask another one.

"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you." Castiel said as he maintained eye contact with Dean whilst he told her this.

"Why would God command it that I be brought back into a woman's body?" Dean asked, part of her feeling relieved that they were getting somewhere.

"Your previous body was damaged beyond repair, we had to put your soul into a vacant vessel." Castiel explained as it seemed like her mentioning God was the only reason that she had gotten that answer.

Said answer had stunned Dean into silence as she didn't even notice Castiel leave. Had her original body really been damaged beyond repair and that was why she was using this Jane Doe's body to carry on where her life left off? It made absolutely no sense and made her feel gross all over to know that she was basically a walking corpse. If this had been her real body then she wouldn't have felt so grossed out about the notion that she was a walking corpse, but this isn't her body. This is the body of a girl who died and either took her place in hell when Castiel got her out or is somewhere else. Eventually her train of thought was broken though by Bobby, who had woken up and was trying to get her attention. When he had it he asked if she could help him clean everything up. And honestly at this point in time Dean really wasn't in the mood for arguing, shocking as it may seem, so she helped clean up.

Then they left, and the drive back to the motel was filled with a silence that felt extremely awkward to Bobby. However he didn't say anything because it seemed like Dean wasn't in much of a talking mood and the older male didn't want to question her. If she wanted to talk he knew she would've said something by now. But she hadn't so he still wasn't going to press on the matter, even though he was curious as to what happened whilst he was passed out. Dean's mind was too fixated on trying to find a double meaning to what Castiel told her and then getting pissed when she couldn't. Though as they met up with Sam her mind drifted to what he had said about her original body. She still couldn't believe that Sam just buried her body, she was, is, a hunter, no matter what she should be given a hunter's funeral. Anything less was just disgraceful and it disgusted her to know her body was under the ground, ripe for the picking.

"You go on ahead without us, Bobby. Sam and I have a little, trip we need to take." Dean said when the car pulled up to the motel and she saw Sam leaning back against the Impala, Bobby must've called him whilst she was deep in thought.

"You sure, kid?" Bobby asked, concerned since Dean had been silent the entire ride here.

"Yeah, just another road trip with my bro. What's the worst that could happen?" Dean asked with a smirk as she climbed out of the car and closed the door, Bobby driving away as she approached Sam. "Drive." She stated when he tried to hand her the keys, also noticing that he was all packed and ready to go.

"Come again?" Sam asked, wondering if he had heard Dean correctly.

"I said get in and drive." Dean stated as she opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala, shutting the door with an audible thud.

"Okay, where to?" Sam asked as he opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat.

"To wherever you buried my body Sam, that's where." Dean said causing Sam to glance at her with a raised eyebrow as he started driving.

"Why are we going there?" Sam asked with a frown, heading towards the highway.

"Just drive, Sam. I'll explain when we get there." Dean said, deciding to get comfortable for however long a car ride it is.

The car ride was long and tedious, with Sam doing the majority of the driving whilst Dean jammed out to her cassette collection in the passenger seat. Singing along without a care about who saw her, playing air guitar and air drums alongside those parts of the song as well. Sam had to hold back a chuckle as he watched her out of the corner of his eye, sure he'd seen his brother do stuff like that before. But now that Dean was now a girl there was something oddly, adorable and endearing about what she was doing. It felt odd to think something like that about the person who used to drive him crazy, but it was something he felt like he could get used to... They had driven all night to Pontiac, Illinois where Sam had buried Dean's original body in a field of all places.

Speaking of Dean, she had been up all night during the drive making sure that Sam didn't fall asleep behind the wheel. She already wasn't a morning person, so pulling an all nighter left her feeling tired and cranky. So when the Impala veered off of the road to park next to a field in the middle of nowhere, she wasn't exactly in the best of moods. A field meant an unmarked grave, and this looked like a really large field, which meant lots and lots of walking. Just thinking about it made Dean groan as she leaned her head backwards with her eyes closed, this sucked. Letting out a small yawn she climbed out of the car alongside Sam, snagging the key that opens the trunk in the process. This confused the brunette, following along as Dean went to the trunk and opened it, pulling out two shovels.

"You want us to dig up your body?" Sam asked, catching on to what Dean wanted to do as she handed him one of the shovels.

"Glad to see you finally caught on, Sammy." Dean sung as she shut the Impala's trunk, shovel in hand. "I'm a hunter. Alive or not, stuck in a chick's body or not, I will have a hunter's funeral." She said, adjusting her hold on the shovel as she spoke.

"But Dean-." Sam started to speak, clearly trying to protest about the hunter's funeral.

"No buts, Sam. Now, where in this huge ass field did you bury my body?" Dean asked, giving Sam no room to argue with her as she started to trek through the field. "Well, are you coming or what?" She asked when she turned and saw the brunette hadn't even moved an inch away from the Impala.

"Why do you want to do this, Dean? Whether you're in that body or not, it's still you. And what if there's even the slightest chance that you could occupy that body again? Do you really want to set it on fire if that is a possibility?" Sam asked, he already hadn't been able to give Dean a hunter's funeral the first time around, what makes her think he can this time.

"Because it's not a possibility, Sam!" Dean snapped, suddenly throwing the shovel down in frustration, sitting on the ground with her head in her hands just as suddenly.

"Dean?" Sam asked, concern written all over his face as he approached Dean and kneeled down to her height.

"Castiel. That angel, or whatever he's supposed to be, we summoned him... and he said my original body was too damaged to repair. They couldn't make me, me again." Dean said as she let out a shuddered breath, normally she's a rock in the face of moments like this. But this stupid female body was all hormonal and out of whack, so it made it hard to be the rock she usually is. "I'm stuck like this Sam, for good. So could you please just, let me have this?" She asked as she lifted her head up out of her hands to look at Sam.

"Yeah, sure Dean." Sam said, now realizing why this is such a big deal for her. Whilst also deciding not to get upset that she summoned Castiel behind his back as well. "C'mon, the grave's not too far from here." He reassured as he stood, offering his free hand to help Dean up.

"Good." Dean uttered, accepting the offered hand as Sam pulled her up into a standing position.

When Dean bent down to pick up the shovel she threw Sam had already beaten her to it. Causing her to pout and follow after the tall brunette as he led the way through the field. Once again she was immediately hating her new body, she was so much shorter than she used to be now. Which made it very hard to keep up with the extremely tall man known as Sam Winchester. She was like fuckin Bambi, a short legged little thing trying to match the long strides of her companion. Sam had noticed how Dean was struggling to keep up with him, so he slowed down till he fell in step with her. Neither of them saying a word as they approached a line of trees not far off from the road. Trekking through the trees took them to a small clearing that housed a simple makeshift cross made out of pieces of wood. By now the grass had regrown atop the grave, which had Dean extremely worried as she took one of the shovels.

Together Sam and Dean began to dig at the space marked by the cross, digging till they hit something solid. Clearing away the leftover layer of dirt revealed a wooden box, a makeshift coffin that looked to be haphazardly thrown together last minute. Setting her shovel aside Dean wiped sweat from her brow, adjusting her flannel shirt that was now off and tied around her waist. Sam was in no better condition, his jacket tossed aside alongside his second layer shirt. Wiping sweat from his brow as well as he began to break open the makeshift coffin, revealing Dean's original body. He laid there lifeless inside of the now open coffin, still in the ripped to shreds clothing, soaked with old blood. Looking peaceful with his eyes shut and a seemingly asleep expression despite the condition of his body. Dean frowned to herself as she looked at what used to be her body, her heart clenching slightly at the fact that she will be cremating herself in a way.

"Pull me- him- it, out of the ground. I'll, go get the stuff from the car..." Dean said, stumbling over what to say slightly as she climbed out of the hole that held Sam and her old body. "But first, give me that ring." She stated whilst pointing at the silver ring on her old bodies hand.

"Why?" Sam asked but complied nonetheless, pulling off the ring and handing it to Dean.

"Because it's my ring, that's why. Did you happen to leave anything else behind when you buried the body? Like my wallet?" Dean asked as she slipped the ring onto her finger, but it didn't fit so she ended up slipping the ring onto her thumb.

"No, Dean, just the ring. Your wallet is with your leather jacket in the backseat of the Impala." Sam said, gaining a nod from Dean as she headed back to the car.

During the time that Dean was back at the Impala Sam pulled the body out of the grave and up onto the grass. It felt odd to be doing this again, except last time he was burying his brother's body instead of digging it up. It all brought back the memory of Dean's death, Sam watching helplessly as his brother was ripped into by Lilith's unseen hell hounds. Watching it happen had been hard on the younger Winchester sibling, but remembering it was even harder. And sure he thought he would see his brother again, but not like this. Sam was pulled out of his thoughts by a small thud, turning just in time to see Dean behind him. In all her new glory as she dropped a bottle of lighter fluid, bottle of salt, and a folded white sheet. Two hatchets in hand as Dean stood in the way of the sun, which was now casting an almost divine glow upon her. It made her look like, well, a goddess in Sam's opinion as he looked at her. Knowing what happens all too well as he stood and took one of the hatchets.

"C'mon, we're losing daylight Sam." Dean said as she headed towards the trees, the sun was high in the sky meaning it was now noon.

"Right." Sam uttered as he followed behind Dean towards the trees. "You gonna be able to do this, Dean?" He asked curiously as she stopped infront of one of the tree's.

"'Course, it's like riding a bike, you never forget." Dean stated as she started hacking away at the tree with her hatchet.

"Want some help with that?" Sam asked, watching as Dean struggled to put enough strength behind her swings to make much of a dent in the tree.

"No no, I got it." Dean said as she just kept hacking away at the tree and making minimal progress.

"You sure?" Sam asked, watching with an amused smile as Dean managed to get the hatchet stuck in the tree she was trying to chop down.

"I said I got it!" Dean insisted as she began to pull on the hatchet handle, trying to get it unstuck as she placed one foot against the tree to try and push off at the same time. "Ahh!" She yelped in shock as her grip on the handle slipped, causing her to fall back onto her ass and then onto her back.

"You still got it?" Sam asked as he leaned over Dean in order to look down at her.

"Smart-ass." Dean grumbled as she laid on her back looking up at Sam. "...Ok, a little help would be nice." She said after a few moments of silence as she slowly sat up.

"Alright." Sam stated as he took hold of the hatchet handle, pulling the hatchet free with nary a struggle.

"...I loosened it for you, that's the only reason you could do that." Dean said with a pout as she stood up and crossed her arms.

"Sure it was." Sam stated, an amused smile still on his face as he took over chopping down the tree.

Sam made quick work of chopping down the tree, getting to work on turning it into enough wood for the funeral pyre. Dean tried helping but this new body of hers just did not have the upper body strength for this. Which, much to her annoyance, left her to the duty of constructing the funeral pyre in an area that wouldn't start a forest fire. Seeing as they were in a small clearing surrounded by trees, the only place for the pyre was in the undug grave. Building the pyre within the grave really didn't give Dean much room to move around, but her new body was small. Which made it slightly easier to move around within the limited space that she has left. Every once in a while Sam would add more wood to the shrinking pile till they had enough to make the pyre. Once it was done Dean couldn't really climb out of the hole, and she was trying to figure out how to get out on her own. When suddenly Sam hooked his hands underneath her armpits and lifted her out of the hole like she weighed nothing.

"Thanks." Dean muttered as she dusted the dirt off of her hands and her clothes.

"No problem." Sam stated as he picked up the white sheet and began to unfold it.

"You mention any of this to anyone and I'll shoot you." Dean said as she came over and helped with unfolding the sheet.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it, jerk." Sam said causing a small smile to come to Dean's face.

"Glad to hear it, bitch." Dean said as her smile grew, enjoying the fact that her and Sam had fallen back into their usual bouts of banter.

By the time they got the body wrapped up and on the funeral pyre the sun was beginning to go down. During the process of wrapping up the body Dean had salted it and covered it in lighter fluid. Next came the part that was usually the toughest as she looked at the lifeless sheet shrouded form on the fire. This would probably be a first for all hunters, giving yourself a hunter's funeral, no other hunter can say they've ever done this before. Dean shook her head slightly in amusement at that, there have been alot of firsts for her lately... With Sam watching her every move closely she pulled out a match book, lighting a whole row of matches and then tossing them in. Immediately the wood catches fire, the flames licking at the sheet as it too catches fire, a full on bonfire quickly ensuing. It casting a glow upon Dean and Sam that chased away the blanket of darkness that was quickly falling upon them.

Despite the heat of the roaring fire that was eating away at her old body, Dean felt oddly, cold. As if the fire was just sapping her body heat until she felt like she was standing in the middle of a frozen tundra. Shiver's ran through her body at this sudden feeling of cold as she couldn't help but hug herself. It seems like Sam had noticed the shivering because without saying a word he picked up his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. And when he simply turned back to watching the fire Dean realized what he was trying to do for her. The faintest of blush tinting her cheeks pink as she slowly slipped her arms into the sleeves of the coat. Practically swimming in the oversized piece of clothing as she shoved her hands into its pockets. Still no words were exchanged as Sam and Dean continued to watch the fire burn, eating away at its fuel source rather quickly.

Then when it was nothing but ash they filled in the hole, as if they had never been there burning a body. The full moon lighting the way for the exhausted Winchester's as they made the trek back to the Impala. Both of them tossing the dirty shovels, lighter fluid, hatchets, and salt into the trunk without much of a care at the moment. Sam shutting the trunk with a thud, noticing as Dean opened the door and slid into the passenger seat with a sigh of relief. Obviously happy to finally get off of her feet after a long day of digging up her old body and giving it a hunter's funeral. Not only that but she must be extremely tired, why else would Dean still not want to drive her car? Doubting that he would get any answers out of her Sam went and shut the door for her before going around and getting into the driver's seat. The Impala's engine soon roaring to life as he turned it on, put it in drive, and did what was definitely an illegal u-turn.

"I'll call Bobby, let him know we're on our way. I just need my..." Sam trailed off as he searched around only to have Dean hold out what he was looking for: his phone. "Thanks." He uttered, accepting the phone that she was holding out to him with her eyes closed.

"Mhmm." Dean hummed in acknowledgment before letting out a small yawn.

As Sam was dialing the number for Bobby's cell whilst trying to keep an eye on the road, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Looking towards the source he found it to be Dean, fast asleep, wrapped up in his coat with her head on his shoulder. For once in her life looking so, innocent as she shifted closer to him in her sleep in an attempt to get more comfortable. Dean must've truly been exhausted for her to doze off so quickly, and Sam did not dare finish dialing that phone number. Not wanting to wake her as he tried not to move the arm or shoulder she was laying against at all as he drives. Barely managing to succeed at that, grimacing as by the time they arrived at Bobby's place his arm was asleep. It was worth it though, seeing as Dean was still asleep as Sam turned off the car and pocketed the keys as he eased the door open. Risking the possibility of being punched in the jaw as he ease the sleeping female into his lap. When nothing happened and she remained asleep Sam eased her into a bridal style hold, climbing out and shutting the door with his foot,

"Sam, what happened to her?" Bobby asked, having rushed over after coming outside and seeing Sam carrying an unconscious Dean.

"Nothing, Bobby. She's just asleep." Sam reassured softly as he made sure not to jostle Dean.

"What the hell did you two idgits do anyways?" Bobby asked quietly as he noticed the dirt on their clothes and smudged on Dean's cheek.

"She wanted to give herself a hunter's funeral." Sam stated barely above a whisper as he started walking towards the front door.

"And it had no backlash effect on her?" Bobby asked curiously, knowing that spirits usually burn up alongside their bodies when that happens.

"Of course not, Bobby. Sure she got a little cold, but that's what happens when you were short sleeves at night sometimes." Sam said, nudging the cracked open door with his foot once close enough as he walked inside.

"Ok, so that didn't affect her, but something might, Sam. We need to keep a close eye on her, cause only god knows how any of this has truly affected her, or that body she's stuck in." Bobby uttered as he came in and shut the door, arms crossed as he watched Sam lay Dean down on the couch.

"I know, and that's what worries me..." Sam muttered as he knelt down and brushed some hair out of Dean's face, having a feeling that they're in for one hell of a ride.