Chapter 4

Angels and devils

"Right…" Mia muttered and stared at the light brown liquid in her glass. Apparently it was some kind of whiskey, it tasted really terrible. "Right… So, he's an angel, you two hunt monsters and I have the mark of the devil on my chest."

"Yeah," Dean replied. "That pretty much sums it up."

Mia had no idea what to think, she really wanted to wake up. None of this could be real; she was having some messed up nightmare. There were no such things than monsters, at least not supernatural ones. People were more than capable of being monsters when they wanted to. And the devil… That was just crazy.

"But… What does that make me?" she finally managed to ask, although she wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

"We don't know," Sam said, he sounded sympathetic. "But don't worry, we'll work this out. You'll be safe here."

Mia took a deep breath before looking up. She was sitting on a worn-out armchair; Sam and Dean were on the sofa opposite her. The angel was standing few steps away from the armchair; he kept silently staring at her.

"Would you mind?" she muttered.

"Would I mind what?" he inquired.

"Could you stop staring at me, it's creepy."

"I apologize," he replied calmly, but didn't turn his eyes away.

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

She placed the glass on the small coffee table between the armchair and the sofa and crossed her arms. The angel wanted a staring match, fine.

"You know, you're not what I thought angels would look like," she stated.

"Yeah, they're not hot chicks with fluffy wings," Dean said. "Believe me; I was just as disappointed as you are."

Castiel didn't comment on that, he kept his eyes on Mia.

"Could you at least say why you're staring at me?" she huffed after a moment of silence.

"I am trying to understand you," he replied. "What you are."

"What am I?"

"That I don't know," he replied. "It bothers me."

"I can see that," she huffed.

"Could you tell us about yourself?" Sam asked. "Have you ever experienced any strange or unexplainable things?"

"No, I was enjoying my normal boring life until tonight."

"What about the scars on your stomach?" Dean asked.

Mia tensed and pressed her lips together.

"That's private."

"Not anymore, I'm afraid."

She didn't say anything; she wasn't going to share her life story with them. She had never confided in anyone except…

"Ollie!" she suddenly cried out and jumped to her feet. How could she had forgotten, poor Ollie must be worried sick. Her phone… It was in her backpack which was in her apartment. Sam and Dean had stood up as well, she almost ran to them.

"I need a phone, I… I need to call my brother."

"Mia…" Sam started.

"Please, I need to call him, he must be so worried…"

"No," Dean cut in. "I'm afraid you can't call him or anyone else."

"What?" she snapped. "You can't stop me from calling my brother!"

"Actually we can. You don't understand…"

"No, I don't!" she shouted, she had no self-control left. She needed to speak with Ollie; he would make everything alright again, just like he always did. "I didn't ask for any of this and I don't want to understand! I'm leaving!"

She turned around and was just about to run to the door when the angel appeared in front of her. She didn't have time to react when he touched her forehead. His arms catching her were the last thing she felt before she lost consciousness.

Lucifer ran his fingers softly over a twin bed. The cover was floral print, as were the curtains in the very small bedroom. The bed was made neatly; there was some kind of stuffed animal between the colorful cushions. He picked it up and observed it. A tiger. There was a dream catcher hanging above the bed and a framed picture of an angel watching over two children on the wall. Lucifer couldn't help but smile when he looked at it. Mia also had a small collection of porcelain angels on the bookshelf in the living room/kitchen. Coincidence? He didn't think so.

On the nightstand there was an unfinished knitting work, apparently a sock. There was also a framed photo of Mia and a dark-haired young man. He was in his mid twenties; he had dark blue eyes and glasses. The brother. The most important person in Mia's life. Slowly Lucifer made his way back to the living room/kitchen; he could feel the trace of her presence in the little apartment. It had been so long… Too long. His eyebrows furrowed when he glanced at one of the dead meat suits lying on the floor. Idiots. And these were supposed to be some of his best soldiers. Pathetic.

It didn't matter; he would find her and the Winchesters. They hadn't hurt her; he would have felt if they would have. And they wouldn't find out anything important; he had made sure of it. She was his best kept secret; no one else would ever know the truth about her. Unfortunately it seemed that he had been too thorough when he had made sure that she would stay hidden from everyone. It seemed that he himself couldn't locate her either. Unfortunate setback, but it didn't matter, he would still find her. He closed his eyes and enjoyed sensing her, although the trace was fading. Soon… He opened his eyes when someone knocked briefly before entering the apartment. Mia's brother or at least his body.

"Excuse me, sir," Ezra said with Oliver's mouth.

"Yes?"

"This one doesn't know anything, except that she left him a message earlier tonight, she sounded very upset."

"Hmm. Stay in him and go back to his apartment, I have a feeling that she will contact him sooner or later. Make sure that you don't damage his body."

"Yes, sir."

If this human was important to Mia, then he would be a great gift to her when the time would be right. Surely that would make things easier.

"And I want to know why she was upset."

"Yes, sir, I'll notify the others."

Lucifer stayed in Mia's apartment after Ezra had left, his work here wasn't done.