At the Dare mansion, the two climbed out of the car and looked at the mansion. Dean stared at the house in wonder. "She's flipping rich." He muttered as he finished off the last of the dozen cookies Sally had given them. "Well let's go." He said, brushing the crumbs off his hand.
After they climbed up the steps to the mansion, and Dean's hand was poised to knock, the door was flung open. Sam and Dean glanced inside and caught a redhead heading up some stairs, not even taking a glance at them.
"Come on in!" She called over shoulder as she took the stairs two at a time. Sending worried glances at each other, they reluctantly followed her up the stairs.
When the reached Rachel's room, they stood uncomfortably by the door as Rachel worked on a painting with her back to them.
"Hello we're agen-" Dean began. Rachel turned and cut him off with a look that said 'I know all about you.'
"I know why you're here, and who you are, Sam, Dean. I just want to help." The redhead said with a slight smile gracing her lips.
"Then do you know where Perseus is?" Sam pressed.
Rachel threw a smirk over her shoulder at them, resuming her painting. "Good luck getting him out." She muttered as she moved out of the way of the painting.
It showed a shirtless man with black hair falling down an endless abyss. Even though it was only a painting, it let off an ominous aura to the entire room. But one of the most shocking (yet expected) things was the wall of the abyss. In the dead center, forming from the shadows of the man, were two enormous wings, trailing his fall.
Dean suddenly wished he hadn't eaten all those cookies. He recognised the aura the pit was giving off. "Hell." Dean murmured in disbelief.
Rachel gazed at the picture sadly. "It's the Greek version of Hell, Tartarus. People have gone insane taking a glimpse at it, and in my opinion it's much worse than the original. And that's something." She said, a hidden feeling laying in her eyes as she gazed at it.
"He was cast down on lies. The Greek Olympian Council, his relatives in this lifetime, threw him into hell as soon as they realised who he was. They didn't want to deal with angels. But, I believe you have a way of getting him out, so they made a major mistake." The Oracle said, a grin adorning her face. Sam and Dean blinked back their shock at him being reborn as a pagan demigod, despite being an angel.
Rachel looked each of them directly in the eyes, holding their gaze for a few seconds. "All I want in return for this is to be left out of this whole mess. Seeing him again will be torture." She muttered the last part under her breath.
Sam gained a look of realisation in his eyes. "You loved him… Were you dating before he was… damned?" He asked, though he thought he already knew the answer.
She shook her head with a chuckle. "Perseus was the big hero that had defeated countless ancient, powerful deities. And me? I was the mortal barely anyone knew, that was barely allowed on greek grounds until I became Oracle. We would've never been able to work. But… we did have about a month before he was cast down to Tartarus where we spent a lot of time together. And he was the biggest ladies man you've ever met. Not that he knew that." She added as an afterthought. Cutting off Dean she said "Yes Dean, even bigger than you."
She pursed her lips in a smile. "Please don't thank me for any of this. I just want my friend home safe." Rachel said, and dug in her pocket. "Take this. I have a feeling you'll need it." She said, holding up a disposable ballpoint pen up to them. Sam took it with only slight hesitation.
"What is this for?" Dean asked, staring at the pen. "Why is it important?" The redhead rolled her eyes.
"All it good time Dean Winchester. All in good time." She told him.
"Than-" The Oracle cut Sam off with a glare.
"What did I say about thank-you's? Just get out before you attract a demon or something." Rachel said with a scowl, pushing them out the door.