Cold as Ice

Warnings: Swearing

I awoke in the morning shivering from the early morning breeze. It was frigid as it kissed bedsheets that lies above me. There was no escaping the cold feeling. I buried myself deeper into my covers to attempt to get heat, but I was just colder.

There was no signs of Sam in the house, and it had been that way. Despite it being late summer and going into fall. It seemed that as Sam left it had gotten much much colder.

I slowly climbed out of my bed to get dressed in jeans and one of Sam's flannels that he left. He gave it to me, and it was like wearing a dress. I grabbed a belt that was his too. I took the belt and tied it

"Yeah," Bobby listened to the voice on the other end, "Yeah?"

Bobby asked, "Who's me?"

Bobby hung up the phone. He shook his head as he turned another page in his book about some mythical beast. The phone rang again. His eyes looked upon the phone with rage. He angrily picked the phone up.

"Who is this," Bobby asked. "This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya."

Bobby hung up the phone again. He shook his head as he continued to read his book.

"I am going to go out for a jog. Is that okay?"

"Sure," Bobby smiled, "Be careful."

"Will do."

I walked outside into the cool summer morning. There was almost no clouds in the sky. Except the single tall pillar cloud in the distance. There was going to be rain tonight or tomorrow morning.

"Hello," a deep startling voice called from behind me.

I yelped, "Jesus Christ!"

He turned his head, "No, I am Castiel. Not Jesus."

I rolled my eyes at him as I calmed myself down. I walked towards him, and he did not move. Castiel was a well built oiled machine.

I sighed, "Just an expression. Though, it is using the Lord's name in vain. My apologies."

"I have located your grace. It is about thirty miles away. In the middle of no where."

"Great. How do I get to it?"

"You go up to it, and collect it."

"How fast can we get there and back?"

Castiel looked at me dumb founded. I sighed as I walked over to him. Castiel put a hand on my shoulder.

In an odd rush with a left the junk yard. Wind rushed around us as the fluttering of his gigantic unseen wings carried us high above the stratosphere. I clung tightly to him as I closed my eyes. It was too much to bare.

We landed in a forest that looked to be similar to the one in which Sam and I were in earlier.

"Holy shit," I turned away from him.

I threw up all the food I had just eaten at Bobby's that day. I shook my head as I looked at the waste that now littered the ground. I did not feel so good anymore. An odd flavor now lasted in my mouth, and I wanted it gone.

"The effects of the travel will wear off soon."

"Seriously how did I get used to that?"

"When you first used your wings you nearly fell out of Heaven. Lucifer and Gabriel helped you."

I scoffed, "The devil helped me?"

"You where is favorite sister," Castiel told me.

I laughed loudly, "You are joking right?"

Cas frowned, "What is joking?"

Of course he did not know what joking was. I shook my head at him as I took a few steps. Towards what felt like the right direction.

Up ahead of us was a gigantic tree. This, however, was no ordinary tree. It was a large glowing tree. It was a sight beyond what I could imagine. Diamonds were worn on the bark of the tree like fabulous jewelry. The leaves instead of being green were we a dark ocean teal.

I sighed, "Never mind."

"There it is," Castiel stated.

I placed my hand on the tree to feel nothing. Absolutely nothing happened as my hand laid on the hard bark of the tree.

I looked at Castiel, "What is happening?"

I heard a flutter of wings, "The grace is with heaven, Phoebe."

I turned to see a man who was short. His eyes seemed to be bigger than his head. His hair was leaving his forehead in fear of his large eyes. What hair he did have was grey and white.

"Who are you," I asked taking a large step towards that man.

He gulped, "Zachariah."

"Why is my grace there," I pondered with a hint of anger.

"We took it. We have no idea why you fell from heaven." He looked down at the ground, "We do not think you should have it."

I was infuriated. The one think that could lead me to my old life was missing. The angels took it, and I was not happy one bit with them. That grace was mine to have.

"You took something that does not belong to you. Give it here. If I am truly an angel give it to me."

"You will get it when you convince Sam Winchester off the path he is going down."

I looked over the face of Zachariah to see fear. He looked away from me. He fears me for some reason. My feet took me another step towards him. He backed up slowly in fear.

"Why do you fear me?"

Castiel reported, "You are an archangel. Him and I are just angels."

I laughed, "You stole your superior's grace? Such a mistake. I see your death coming close, but not from me." I laughed, "Give me my grace by the end of this week and I will spare you. I will not kill you like I want to."

With that Zachariah was as gone, and Castiel was alone with me. I turned to look behind me at the tree. I placed my hand flat on it once more. I felt enough power there, but not enough. They had left a very thin piece of my grace. I closed my eyes, and felt the power stronger.

"There is some left?"

I nodded as I looked back at him, "Just enough to give me my memories of my past back."

"What do you remember?"

"Enough," I sighed, "Where is Gabriel?"

Castiel shook his head, "He left, and no one can find him."

I looked to the sky. I looked up to the clouds to see what I hoped was heaven so far up in the sky. I prayed in my mind for Gabriel or Michael to help me. To help me gain my power back, and that in return I will collect Sam Winchester.

Phoebe, you are brave to pray to me.

I closed my eyes so I was in the dark. I listened for the voice to speak again, but there was silence.

"Which one of my brothers has answered me?"

The wind around me picked up slightly. I could feel the presence of my brother. I could tell that he was nearby. Though, who he was continued to be a mystery to me.

Is it not clear to you? Who do you think I am?

I gasped, "Michael?"

Smart my sister. How can I help you?

"Get me my grace and I will trail Sam Winchester off this path for you." I took a breath, "He is doing something bad, and I do not know what it is. Yet, I know it has Heaven wanting it to change."

If he continues down this path he will help free Lucifer from his cage. In which him and I must fight to send him back. I do not have a vessel, yet. Lucifer will plan for his own vessel.

With my eyes still closed I looked upon my brother's direction. He was stronger than I was, but he was magnificent. His presence was powerful.

I realized what he was saying. Lucifer was an archangel who would need a strong vessel. A vessel who was fimiliar with the darkness. I knew of one person who did, and I knew who he was.

I gasped, "Sam."

Correct. The path in which he is headed will allow him to be strong enough for Lucifer to host him. My vessel has a long bloodline of strong men in which can carry me. You do too. Your vessel's ancestors all lead back to Mary. Mary the mother of Jesus.

"Brother, I shall not fail you."

I will call upon you when I have it.

I opened my eyes to see that I was in the junk yard at Bobby's house. I was no longer by the tree that was once the house of my grace. I turned to see Bobby was fixing an old Ford truck. I sighed as I looked to the sky to see the sun was an hour away from where it once was.