Send Me an Angel

I walked inside of the house followed by Bobby. He was worried about me.

Bobby shut the door, "Where have you been?"

"Bobby, I learned who I am," I sighed.

He looked at me like a proud father. The same proud father that had raised up a child. The father who helped that child live a life they never could. The same man who would do anything to save his child.

Bobby smiled, "Who are you?"

"I am a the daughter of a powerful man," I half lied. I could not just tell Bobby that I was the daughter of God. I continued on, "I have a lot of siblings, and they all are very different. I have no husband or children to my name, but I have a family. I have met another brother of mine, and he is going to help me get home."

I paused as an looked at Bobby. I wanted to tell him who I truly was, but how could I. He killed anything that was not human. I knew he had killed demons, but has he killed angels?

"Where is home," Bobby interrupted my thoughts.

I looked out the window of the living room towards the sky. Heaven was my home, and I have no idea why I was casted. Even with my memory back I had no idea why I had fallen. I was one second in Heaven and then the next falling to Earth.

"Far away," I told Bobby.

Bobby sighed, "You will leave today?"

"I will, but I promise Bobby we will meet again." I felt the need to be proper and loving to this man. "I need to find my father, and I need to figure out who I am more. I owe you for the kindness you have given to me."

Bobby laughed shortly, "You owe me nothing, but I do want to see you soon."

I smiled, "You will Bobby, you will."

"Do you need anything for the road," Bobby asked.

"No, but may I keep these clothes?"

"Sure," Bobby smiled. "Here is some change and my number for the road."

He handed me a bag with a small leather wallet. I opened it to find three hundred dollars in it. I looked at him with a pressed smile.

"No, keep your money," I stated humbly.

Bobby shook his head sternly, "Nope, it is my gift to you."

I smiled as I pulled Bobby into a warm embrace. We hugged for a short moment in the living room. I was happy and so was he. Yet, with this happiness was a hint of sadness. The sadness was that from parting ways.

We walked to the porch where I took the bag. I put it on my back, and walked out of the junk yard. I looked back to see Bobby standing on the porch waving, and I smiled.

Bobby called out with his hands cupped over his mouth to project his voice, "Goodbye!"

I took projected my voice with my hands, "Goodbyes do not last forever."

I walked out the gates to the Singer junkyard, and out onto the street. I walked far away from the house and the town in which he lived in. I headed east because it felt like the right calling. I kept on waking till I got to a stop for a bus.

I looked at tickets to various cities in various states. Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, and Kentucky. I had no idea where to go. I looked up at the heavens and back to the board.

"God, or Father." I whispered, "Where should I go? I know I have a calling to go, but where do you wish me to go?"

A man walked up behind me, "Child are you lost?"

"I am," I nodded, "I have no idea where to go."

I did not turn to look behind me to see who the man was. I could see him in the corner of my eye, but I do not look behind me.

"Well, are you looking for something to go to? Or are you running away from something?"

"To something. I have no idea what," I sighed as my confusion seemed to lead me astray.

He chuckled in an old southern accent, "I would go to Illinois, child."

I turned to look at the man, "Who are you?"

The man was gone from the small bus terminal. I was alone. I looked back at the board with certainty of where I was being called. On the map was a city that looked like it was staring back at me. Pontiac, Illinois.

The man I would call my wise man who told me to go this way. Take this bus from South Dakota to Illinois. The man who I believed would help me lead to whatever my calling was.

I ordered the ticket, and waited for ten minuets for the bus. It same like a silver lining in the grey sky. I looked up to see the kiss of sun from the night which would soon descend on me. The wind blew in my face as the night crept over the sky.

I climbed onto the bus in a middle seat. I placed my bag in my lap, and made sure I could keep my items safe. My eyes casted out onto scene past the window of the bus.

I realized how old I was. I was older than most things in this Earth. I was as old as this Earth. Her face was now shaped by men and no was no longer shaped by God. How could that be? Sin. My brother started this, and humans would finish it.

I felt that pull on my heart that I could not quite describe. That calling warmed me like a fire. What was it? Why was I being called out that way? My heart screamed things I could not yet understand. I closed my eyes as I searched for such a reason. I found my self opening my eyes again. The light of the buss lighting the darkness I once saw.

Sam. Sam Winchester was my calling. I looked at the clock on the bus front. It was 2:30 in the morning. We would be in Pontiac in a few minuets. I watched as we pulled up to the bus stop. I hoped off, and walked to the empty streets.

I found a little motel on Adams Road in Pontiac. It was called Astoria. The motel was decorated in reds. Behind closed doors you could hear banging and moans of horny humans. I walked down the long and sex scented halls to a room.

On the door was a heart with 207 on it. I knocked on the door loudly. I felt like this room in this trashy motel was Sam.

The door opened, and down looked Sam. He looked taller than normal. His hair was longer, and he had more stubble than normal. We had not seen each other in a few weeks. Perhaps almost a month.

"Here I am," I sighed.

Sam puzzled, "Phoebe?"

"Hello Sam," I peered behind the door, "Hello demon."

She hissed, "It's Ruby."

I rolled my eyes, "Sam can I talk to you?" I paused as he smiled at me. "Alone?"

Sam exchanged a look with Ruby. The demon rolled her eyes as she grabbed a leather jacket. She slowly got up from the bed. She left the room and went outside. I walked into the room, and he shut the door behind us.

"How did you find me," Sam asked.

Right. How to tell him I got here. Sam has cut contact completely after he went silent on Bobby. Who had also called Sam and tried to find him. Bobby stopped trying to find Sam and save Dean.

I asked him about how he tried to save Dean. Bobby said he did not want to try anything. That Sam had called about every demon he could, but no one was willing to trade. Bobby said that he also wanted to burn Dean's body, but Sam did not want that to happen.

"I just followed a path that felt right." I changed my tone, "Now, I am here to warn you. Sam, you are in danger."

Sam's ears perked like a dog's, "How so?"

"The demon," I referred to Ruby, "What is she doing with you?"

"Training me to save Dean," Sam stated.

I shook my head knowing what Michael said was true. Sam was going down a dark path that he could not escape. If Sam went down this path he might end up the vessel to my brother. I could not see that happen. My heart squeezed in on itself in pain. It pained me to see Sam go to the side that he should not go down.

"Sam, you need to be careful. I need you to be safe."

"Phoebe, something about you has changed." Sam stated, "It is as if you are glowing."

I smiled, "I know who I am, and I gained my memories back."

Sam pulled me into a tight hug as he continued to say how great he was that I had. That he was happy to know I was well. I welcomed his embrace, but I felt a darkness in him.

I backed away from him slowly. Sam looked at me with a puzzled look, and I shook my head at him. I looked at him to see the faint fog of darkness eating at his soul. There was nothing good about what would happen to Sam.

"Sam, I must go. Be safe."

I ran out of the room and down the hall. I ran out of the building onto Adams Road. I ran away from Astoria motel, and ran down into an alleyway.

"Castiel! I need you!"

The short flutter of injured wings from behind met I turned to see the short man in the trench coat.

"Here I am," Castiel replied, "You called?"

"I needed an angel for advice," I replied as I walked towards him.

Castiel took a step towards me, and we both stood in silence of the city. Cars honked loudly in the distance. Shouts of drunkened women and men littered the air.

"What advice do you need sister?"

"I need a guidance or a mentor." I further explained, "Like the morning star did the the wisemen. How the wisemen found the place of Jesus. I need guidance to find my way.

"Where are you traveling?"

"Castiel," I sighed. "You and I both know that there is a storm on its way."

Castiel tilted his head at me.

"No, it is going to be sunny all day."

I glared at him in annoyance, "A metaphorical storm, Castiel."

"Oh," he trailed off.

"Lucifer is going to rise from his cage, and we will not be able to stop him. Do we know how many seals are broken?"

Castiel shook his head that he had no idea how many had been broken. There were hundreds of different combinations on how the seals could be broken. All that needed to be broken were sixty six of them.

I saw something in the distance. A foggy area, lightning kissing the sky, a bush of red roses. I saw the hand of a man touch the bush with the flat of his palm. Yet, the thorns did not cut into his skin. I heard the voice of the man, and knew it to be Lucifer. He taunted, "Phoebe, the end is near."

I closed my eyes and reopened them to see Castiel staring at me. He saw that something had changed in me. He took a step towards me and placed a hand in my shoulder.

"Lucifer will walk on this Earth."

"Are you sure," Castiel asked.

I wanted to cry, "Positive."