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Chapter 5

Meus Pretiosus

"Was that really necessary?" Sam asked when Castiel lifted the unconscious girl up into his arms.

"Yes," Castiel replied simply. He didn't bother to add that she had acted irrationally; he knew that it was all about human feelings. Yes, he knew, but that didn't mean he would have understood. It didn't matter how long he had observed humans, there was still a lot about them he simply couldn't understand. Sam and Dean followed him when he carried the girl to the nearest bedroom. He placed her on the bed and observed her closely. Something about her was really bothering him. She was human, but yet in some way she wasn't. That made absolutely no sense. The mark… Calmly he started to unbutton her shirt; he needed to take a better look.

"Hey," Sam said. "What are you doing?"

Humans and their endless questions. Castiel liked the Winchesters, he really did, but sometimes he felt that he had to explain completely obvious things. Still he tried his best to keep in mind how different place the world was to them; they couldn't even imagine what Castiel had seen and experienced along the centuries. He doubted that they would have even recognized their world if they would have seen it through Castiel's eyes. Judging by Sam's disapproving tone; he thought that Castiel was doing something wrong.

"I want to take a closer look at the mark."

"You can't do that when she's unconscious."

Castiel really couldn't understand why not, the whole thing was much easier like this. He needed to take a better look in peace without having to deal with her emotions. And this was more pleasant way for her as well; she didn't have to feel fear or anxiety.

"Why not?"

"Because that's wrong," Sam replied firmly.

"Why?"

Sam sighed.

"Dean? Help me out here."

"Well," Dean started, he sounded amused. "You see, Cas, undressing roofied women can take you to jail. And it's not considered very appropriate behavior."

Now he understood, this was a sex thing again. He should have known; one of the first things he had learned about humans was that they were obsessed with sex, they associated it with everything.

"I have no intention of harming her," he stated. "At least not yet."

"What?" Sam asked, he didn't sound pleased.

Just like most angels, Castiel was usually quite patient and he had found that to be a very useful quality while dealing with humans.

"Surely you understand that she can be a threat," he explained patiently. "If that is the case, then I must do what needs to be done."

"She's innocent," Sam argued tensely. "You can't just…"

"Do I need to remind you what's at stake here? We can't let Lucifer have her; she might be some kind of weapon."

Sam crossed his arms and glanced at the girl.

"She doesn't seem very dangerous to me. I won't let you hurt her."

Castiel observed him closely.

"Is that Lucifer's vessel talking?"

Sam's eyes widened, he was stunned.

"What?" he snapped.

"I am merely pointing out that perhaps you feel the need to protect this girl because…"

"Alright, that's enough, Cas," Dean cut in firmly. "Sam's trying to look after her because he's Sam, there's nothing more to it."

Castiel was very much aware that Dean had a blind spot when it came to Sam; there was no point of trying to reason with him at the moment.

"I apologize," Castiel stated and turned to look at the girl. "However, this I must do."

"Do it then," Dean said before Sam managed to speak. "But don't enjoy yourself too much."

"Why would I enjoy this?"

"Never mind."

Castiel didn't even try to understand that one; he needed to concentrate on the girl. Carefully he opened her shirt and lifted the top under it. The mark was small but to Castiel it was shining like a beacon. Not literally, but any angel could recognize the mark of an archangel. They all had a unique mark; it was like a signature or a fingerprint. Basically it meant that the marked object, or in this case a person, belonged to the archangel who had marked it. No one had seen Lucifer's mark for a very long time. Why had he marked this girl? Slowly Castiel placed his palm on the mark; he needed to look inside her. He could barely try when he felt something blocking him. It was like a steel wall, there was no way around it. She was very well protected. The only thing Castiel was able to pick up was that Sam had been right about one thing. The girl was innocent.

"No, Floyd, please… I'm begging you…"

"Shut up, you whore! You've humiliated me for the last time! How many men have you fucked behind my back? How many!"

"Please, just think about Mia…"

"I couldn't care less about your bastard! I only tolerated her because I loved you! I loved you and you hurt me like this!"

"I'm sorry, Floyd, I'm so sorry… Mia, Mia sweetie, tell Floyd how much you love him. He's your daddy isn't he? Tell him. Tell him, Mia!"

"Don't bother, whore, we'll all die now."

"Floyd, NO!"

Mia's eyes flew open and she gasped for air, just like always when she woke up after having a nightmare. Everything was alright; she was safe in her bed. Her hand reached for George, the tiger Oliver had given to her many years ago. Her brother had said that George would protect her when he himself wasn't with her. Tigers were brave and fierce.

"Hello, Mia," Oliver's voice suddenly said.

She startled and turned the lights on.

"Ollie?" she muttered sleepily. "What… How are you here?"

He smiled and sat down on the edge of her twin bed.

"Everything's okay, Mia, I'm here now."

She got into a sitting position and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"I'm happy you're here, I had a nightmare."

"I know," he hummed and stroked her hair. "I know everything, my sweet Mia."

"What?" she muttered.

"I know how much you have suffered," he continued and rubbed her back in a calming gesture. "Please believe me when I say that I never meant for that to happen."

She pulled away and looked at him.

"What are you talking about?"

He smiled and touched her cheek.

"I'm not your brother, Mia. I thought that right now it would be easier for you to speak with me in this form."

She swallowed, something was very wrong.

"What?"

"You know who I am, don't you?"

She shook her head.

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. My name is Lucifer."

She froze, her mind refused to handle this.

"This is a dream…"

He nodded.

"Yes."

"What…"

She started to remember everything that had happened, the angel, Sam and Dean… The devil… He was right in front of her.

"Could you do something for me, my dear?" he asked smiling. "Could you tell me where you are?"

"You… You're the devil," she heard herself muttering.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem in any way offended.

"That's how humans call me. My name is Lucifer, it means light bringer."

Mia had never been so confused, this couldn't be real.

"That's… What… What do you want from me?"

"All in good time, my sweet Mia," he replied smiling. "Where are you?"

"I don't know," she muttered. It was the truth and strangely he seemed to believe her without a doubt.

"Hmm, that's unfortunate. Oh well, no need to worry, Meus Pretiosus, I will find you."