Amelia stood up, pacing for a few moments before sighing and flinging herself back onto the sofa. The days were starting to drag on, she really wished she could leave the house for a little while. Or call someone. Her Uncle Bobby would be worried sick, the chances were that Dean and Sam thought she was dead and she just wanted them to know she was okay.

That was a lie. What she wanted was a large portion of fries. And a burger. Perhaps some wedges, or even some pie, and she wasn't as big of a fan of that particular food as she made out for Dean's sake. She was starting to get hungry. Really hungry. Castiel had been particularly good with the food he'd fetched for her. In fact, he'd kept her rather pampered in that regard, plenty of junk food and soda to keep her going for a few days. However, he'd been gone all day and she had nothing left. She wasn't one for skipping meals, especially with nothing but boring chic lit novels to keep her otherwise occupied, and now all she could think about was how much she really just wanted something fatty and full of meat.

And she was grouchy when she was hungry, she always had been. So, even as she sat down on the couch, she was already uncomfortable on it. She chucked her feet up onto it, then put them down on her floor. Where was he? If he didn't show up soon, she was going to look for a McDonalds. There was one everywhere. She reached into her top, heading for her bra where she'd always kept a few extra notes in case of an emergency. It was a habit that she'd kept from being a teenager; boy that had been an awkward conversation between her and Bobby. Lots of stumbling and blushing on his part as he tried to explain where to keep the money while she felt like she wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the ground. They got on rather well, but that hadn't been something she'd wanted to discuss with him on any level.

She pulled her hand out, completely outraged at the lack of bank notes there, "The bastards robbed me!" She exclaimed, falling back against the sofa in a huff to rival her teenage self. Honestly, she was starting to wonder if Cas was keeping her hostage rather than trying to keep her safe. If it wasn't for the fact he was hiding from the angels as well she would have seriously started to question his motives. As it was, she was just too hungry to care. If he came back now with any sort of fried food, she'd probably stay as long as he wanted.

"Cas, where are you?" She almost sobbed, "If you don't come back soon, I'm leaving!"

"That would be unwise." That time she did actually jump, hand going to her chest as her heart pounded.

"Jesus, Cas!" She exclaimed, "You trying to give me a heart attack?"

"No." He replied, looking vaguely confused, "Why would I do that?" A small smile broke out on her face as she started to realise how cute that was, then remembered why she had called for him in the first place.

"Look, Cas, I need to eat." She told him bluntly, "There's no food left, you need to fetch me a burger or something if you expect me to stay here."

"Did I not leave you enough sustenance?" He asked, glancing over at the kitchen. He had brought her quite a lot of food, he was sure of it.

"I ate it all." She replied, "Please, Cas, I'm starving!" He nodded, and a second later was back with a fast-food bag full of food. She yanked it off him, taking a handful of fries out before munching on them, "Oh, these are delicious! Thanks, Cas."

He wasn't quite used to anyone thanking him for doing his duties, so he dismissed it, "We shouldn't be here much longer. The Winchesters will only keep themselves hidden for so long before the angels find them once again."

"Shouldn't we get there first?" She asked, reaching in for some more fries, "I'm sure they could do with our help."

"I still haven't been able to find out why Father brought us back." Cas replied, "If he wanted us together, we would have been resurrected together." She nodded as she chewed on the food; he did have a point. If it was God that had brought them back, anyway.

She pointed at him with a fry as she swallowed, an idea coming to her, "Why don't we go ask Chuck?" She suggested, "Maybe he heard something on the grapevine. I mean 'Prophet of the Lord'? It's in his job title."

"That is actually a good idea." Cas told her, and she tried not to be offended by how surprised he sounded, "I shall be back in a few moments."

"Woah, woah, woah!" She cried, stopping him from disappearing as she scrambled up off the couch, food bag still in hand, "I'm coming too." He opened his mouth to protest but she shook her head, "It was my idea, Trench Coat, you're not leaving me behind again."

He sighed, he could always do with her help in case the archangels turned up once again, "Very well." She beamed and he felt better about allowing her to come as she clung onto his arm.

~0~0~0~

Chuck was trying the best he could to get his house back into the ordered disorder it had been in before it had been brutally attacked. However, every time he went to clean up some of the blood on the floor, or the walls, he was reminded that it could have been either Castiel's or Amelia's and it had him gagging. He was doing his best to plough through it, though, because his neighbours has noticed the 'ruckus' the angels had caused and he was worried they might find their way into his house and... well, he wasn't going to jail!

He picked up a few plate fragments he found on the floor as he stood up again, turning around and dropping them again in fright at the two people stood behind him.

"Castiel?" He exclaimed, before turning to the blonde woman next the angel, "Amelia? I-I don't understand-"

"Hello, Chuck." Castiel replied, calm as always as Amelia nodded. Chuck frowned, was she eating a burger?

"How-How are you still here? It's everywhere, you're supposed to be dead!" He cried, "This is giving me a headache."

Amelia swallowed the mouthful she'd taken when they'd landed, "Try coming back from the dead," she suggested, "then see if you have a headache." She took another bite before looking at the bag. She didn't recognise the brand, but she'd have to go back because it really was delicious.

"I don't understand. Dean and Sam didn't know you were alive!" Chuck exclaimed, "How are you back?"

"God brought us back." Castiel replied simply, "Do you know why?"

"God brought you back?" Chuck asked, still sounding completely bewildered and Amelia rolled her eyes.

"I'm guessing that's a 'no' on the knowing front." She murmured, "Do you at least know where Sam and Dean are?"

He nodded, turning around and heading to his desk, "Actually, I can help with that." He told her, grabbing a piece of paper, "I had a vision. The angels have lost the Michael sword on Earth. Then there was something about it being in a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs." He waved the paper slightly, "I mean, it doesn't make any sense, I know, but that's what I got. I sent Becky-" He glanced away, "one of the fans of the books..."

"Oh, you mean the books where you neglect to mention me?" Amelia retorted and he flushed in embarrassment.

"Yes, them." He confirmed, "I sent her with the message."

Amelia turned back to Castiel, "So, what's the Michael sword?"

"Michael doesn't have a sword that I know of." Castiel replied, "It's not one of Heaven's weapons."

"But Chuck saw it." She nodded towards the prophet, "He can only relay what he sees."

"Did you see the sword?" Castiel asked him and Chuck shook his head.

"No, it was more people talking about it." He explained.

"So maybe it's not an actual sword then." Amelia reasoned, "Maybe it's just a weapon. But what would an archangel need with a weapon?"

"To battle on Earth, the archangels will need vessels." Castiel explained, "Lucifer will more than likely be searching for his, which means that so will Michael."

"But I thought that angels knew where humans were all the time?" She pointed out, "That's how you were able to pop in and out with Dean and Sam."

Castiel nodded, "There is you," He replied, "who cannot be found, and there are a couple of wards to keep someone hidden."

"Like Dean and Sam are?" She asked, a feeling a dread falling over her as she turned to Chuck, "The two people he's told about this divine message? The two people who are probably looking as well as we speak?"

"You-You think the angels are luring them out?" Chuck asked her and she shrugged.

"I don't know." She admitted freely, looking back at Castiel, "We have to find them though."

~0~0~0~

Dean tried not to show how sick to the stomach he felt at the knowledge that he was Michael's vessel. All this time he'd been 'chosen' for some batshit crazy angel to ride around in. He kept his face set in a neutral look, he wasn't about to give the bastard in front of him the satisfaction of knowing the way he felt. He didn't look at Sam, who was on the floor thanks to said bastard breaking both his legs, Sam barely giving up much of a noise apart from the occasional groan. Bobby was in the hospital; alive or dead, neither of them knew. Amelia was dead, so was Cas and it was all the fault of some angels who thought they had some claim on them.

"How many humans die in the crossfire, huh?" He asked Zachariah as the angel tried to tell him that he was going to be walking around as Michael's meat suit, destroying the planet, "A million? Five, ten?"

"Probably more." Zachariah replied almost happily, "If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He'll roast the planet alive."

"There's a reason you're telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent." Dean realised, the slightly annoyed look on Zachariah's face confirming this fact to him, "Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin."

"Unfortunately, yes." Zachariah replied quietly.

"Well, there's got to be another way." Dean insisted.

"There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written." Zachariah snapped, his patience coming to an end. Every moment of his time with the Winchester dunce was a moment wasted, but he'd been entrusted with the very important task and he wasn't about to give up on it. His job was to get Dean Winchester to say yes to Michael, and he was not going to fail.

"Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand..." Dean's faced hardened, his determination set in features, "Eat me. The answer's no."

"Okay." Zachariah nodded; he had known it was never going to be that easy, "How about this? Your friend Bobby—we know he's gravely injured. Say yes, and we'll heal him. Say no, he'll never walk again." He knew what Dean's family meant to him, anyone who had heard of the Winchesters knew that family was the way to go with them. What he hadn't anticipated was the look of hatred that Dean shot him, any chance he'd had of reasoning with the older brother disappearing at the mention of Bobby. Bobby would not appreciate being kept alive by the angel who had killed Amelia, and with that thought Dean brushed away any stray thought of saying 'yes'. No matter what would happen, no matter what games the angels played, he had been lost to them the moment they'd snapped their fingers and she'd exploded.

"No." He snarled.

"Then how about we heal you from...stage-four stomach canc-" Zachariah never had the chance to finish his threat, a wall of white light appearing between the pair, the high-pitched screeching that came with the appearance of angels filling the room. Sam turned his head, shielding his eyes from the brightness and was stunned to see the blonde woman crouched by his side, mouth open and a note pouring from her mouth that was drowned out by the noise. She winked at him as his own mouth hung open in shock; he'd thought he'd killed her. That she'd suffered and was never coming back and it was all his fault. She placed a hand on his arm, rubbing it reassuringly before standing up and cutting the noise off. The light faded and Zachariah's gaze landed straight on her.

"I thought I'd gotten rid of you." He snarled and Dean spun around, absolutely amazed to see who the angel was addressing.

"I have an army of angels on my side." Amelia replied, "Did you really think you could keep me away?"

"Listen to me, you-" Zachariah took a step closer and Dean, who was still having a hard time accepting that Amelia was suddenly there and being rather sassy, stepped to the side in an attempt to come between the two.

Amelia, however, tutted and held her finger up, "Take a step closer and I'll rip your fucking head off." She snapped, "Fix Sam right now."

"Or what, exactly?" Zachariah scoffed, "You'll sing me to death? Please, you're a smaller cockroach than these two bozos."

"Perhaps." She agreed, "But it's not me you've got to look out for." From behind Zachariah, another flash of white light filled the air. They all turned around to see one of Zachariah's little henchmen drop to the ground, a hole in his throat from where Castiel had pushed his angel blade through. The other angel that had been flanking Zachariah quickly retaliated, but Castiel took care of his with a couple of punches and a stab to the back.

"How are you..." Zachariah asked, trailing off. It was understandable, if not unfortunate, that the Choir Master was brought back by the Choir. He'd have to get a team of people looking into a way of separating them from each other. However, Castiel was just an angel, and a poor excuse for one at that.

"Alive?" Castiel finished, taking a step closer, showing that he wasn't afraid of Zachariah, "That's a good question. How did these two end up on that airplane?" He nodded towards Dean and Sam, "Another good question. Why was Amelia also resurrected? 'Cause the Choir didn't do it. I think we both know the answer, don't we?"

Zachariah looked down and off to the side, the idea that He would have something to do with them being brought back meant that they actually did have a place in the story after all, "No. That's not possible."

"It scares you." Castiel commented, "Well, it should. Now, put Sam back together and go. I won't ask twice." He stared Zachariah down, his hand clenched around the handle of his blade as a show of how serious he was about his threat. Amelia was captivated by his shining eyes, the blue light there almost solid with his confidence and conviction. Then, Zachariah was gone and Sam was tentatively standing up, his legs back to normal once again.

"Woah." Amelia breathed before smiling, walking towards Castiel, "Look at you, Trench Coat! I love a man with a backbone!" Castiel frowned.

"All humans have backbones." He commented, confused, "Why would you ever encounter a man without one?" She giggled but was interrupted by Dean grabbing her, pulling her up against him for a tight, but very brief, hug.

"Where the hell have you been?" He demanded, "We thought you were dead! Chuck saw the dickless giant explode you!"

"He did." Amelia agreed, "But then I woke up with Castiel here on the side of a freeway."

"Why didn't you call?" He scolded, "Honestly, all you had to do with pick up a frickin' phone!"

"I know, but we thought it was best to keep hidden. You did too, 'cause Cas couldn't find you." She looked over to the angel, who was observing them all curiously. Dean and Sam seemed genuinely relieved to see Amelia, which he hadn't been too surprised about. It was when they turned their gaze to him and seemed happy that he was also there and alive when he realised that, on some level, they were happy to see him too.

"You two need to be more careful." He offered them as words of wisdom, because he wasn't sure what else to do at that point.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than I thought." Castiel's brows furrowed, not quite understanding what a 'frat brother' was, but he didn't focus on it much.

"I don't mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won't be enough to protect you." He placed his hand on Dean's chest, doing the same to Sam. A moment later both brothers gasped in pain, Sam pulling away from his hand in the hopes it would stop.

"What the hell was that?" Dean demanded, going on the defensive as he glared the angel down.

"An Enochian sigil. It'll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer." He explained.

"What, did you just brand us with it?"

"No. I carved it into your ribs." Castiel replied simply. Both brothers stared at him, surprised. Dean rubbed his chest, feeling slightly violated.

"What about Amy?" He asked reluctantly, but if what Cas was saying was true, they all could use it. Castiel looked over at the blonde, who was waiting patiently for his answer and to step forward if she needed. He was reluctant to, though. It would be painful, and seemed a bit redundant with the Choir keeping her hidden from the rest of the angels.

"The Choir wouldn't be able to find her; that is more important." He offered as an explanation, "If it becomes apparent they are necessary..." He trailed off as she smiled gratefully at him, even though by the dulling of his grace she could tell that wasn't the complete reason. He was a terrible liar.

"Hey, Cas," Sam asked after a moment of silence, "were you both really dead?"

"Yes." Castiel replied.

"Then how are you back?" With no answer, Castiel disappeared, leaving the trio stood surrounded by bodies of angels and demons alike.

"I hate when he does that." Amelia murmured, having been subjected to him disappearing on her a lot over the past few days. She looked over at Dean, and was hit with the intense feeling of relief at seeing him alive and in front of her. When she'd left him to help Castiel, she had almost been completely certain she wouldn't see either of them again, and she reacted by chucking her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He returned it heartily.

"Missed you, Podge." She told him before turning to the younger brother. Sam lifted her off the floor with his hug, something he was known to do on occasion but he was just so happy that she was okay. He'd honestly thought he'd killed her, that she'd become one of many mistakes in his life and he had been ready to never forgive himself for it.

But she was alive, the little girl he'd grown up with as a friend, who'd gotten him a date to a prom without complaint. The girl who had been the only person to know he'd applied to Stanford, and the girl who had been his door to some form of normalcy. She wasn't dead and he didn't want to put her down on the floor.

"Jesus, Sam, let me breathe." She laughed and he finally let her go, still grinning, "One of you give me your cell, I have to call Uncle Bobby." She held her hand out expectantly, but the two men shared a look, one she knew meant something was really wrong, "Come on, give me!" She reiterated, trying to stop the smile falling from her face.

"Amy," Dean started, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, "There's something you need to know."

~0~0~0~

Amelia could barely breathe, her lungs burnt as she ran as fast as she could through the hospital corridors, heart beating wildly and not because of the excursion. Dean and Sam were somewhere behind her, but she didn't care as she expertly dodged patients and doctors alike. She wasn't paying much attention to anything except the numbers of the doors, glancing inside each one until she found her Uncle Bobby lying on a bed, arms on the outside of the covers and she fell to a stop outside the room.

Dean had told her Bobby had been possessed by a demon; her Uncle, taken over by some evil son of a bitch and had been used to try and find out where the 'Michael Sword' was. He'd stabbed himself to stop the demon killing Dean, the fact that he was still alive just showed how determined he was.

Her Uncle Bobby was her only family, he'd taken her in, he'd looked after her. He'd fought with her through her teenage years when she'd never wanted a curfew and hated doing homework. He'd read her stories to put her to sleep, even when he was busy and slightly intoxicated. She couldn't remember a time her Uncle Bobby hadn't been there to her. He looked so small in the bed, he wasn't even wearing his cap.

Sam and Dean found her outside the door, looking in on the verge of tears. Sam held out his arm to stop his big brother storming over and Dean looked at him like he'd grown a second head.

"Give her a minute, Dean." He said.

"Look at her, Sam!" Dean replied, waving his hand out at the woman and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I can see her." He retorted, "She just needs a minute, he's the only family she's got." Dean glared at him then, his frustration burning in his eyes.

"And what are we, exactly?" He barked back before storming over, only calming down as he fell to a stop by her side.

"He's not wearing his hat." Amelia said after a moment, "It's weird, he's always had his cap on." She looked up at Dean, eyes pleading him, "He'll be okay, won't he?" She asked. He stared back, surprised by how much she reminded him of the little girl who'd asked him time and time again when her mum was coming back. He shot her a smile, nodding like he knew what he was talking about.

"Bobby?" He scoffed, like there was any other option but for him to pull through, "Obviously. Some black eyed bastard won't keep him down." She nodded, looking back into the room again.

"You think so?"

Dean wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "You doubting me, Miller?" He challenged, "You know you never come out well when you do that."

"You think you're so hot, Winchester." She retorted.

"Well, can't argue with the masses." He bragged and she laughed lightly, as if it was just a normal day and they were teasing each other. Dean nudged her forward, forcing her closer to the door, "Grow a pair, Miller." He scolded, "He thinks you're dead, give the man something good to wake up to." She did as she was told, hand only hesitating on the door handle for a moment before stepping in.

The room was so quiet apart from the occasional beep of something electrical and medical ringing through the air. She shuffled forward, hovering over her Uncle before allowing herself to actually cry about it.

"Don't leave me, Uncle Bobby." She whispered, sitting down on the plastic chair at the head of the bed, "You can't, you know that, right?" She took his hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you, but I'm not going anywhere now. So wake up, okay?" She nodded, like he'd agreed with her, "Okay."

~0~0~0~

I know, I know! I'm so sorry! Can you forgive me for my lack of updating again? I'm such a terrible author!

I hope you all like it, though! I might make this a monthly update rather than a 'whenever I feel like it' update, just to try and force myself to be more regular with it, but again I don't want to promise anything! Blame work, that's what I do!

Anyway, if you're still here, I love you very much and thank you for being so patient! XD