Dumb Dumb and Dumber

It had been a day since I last spoke to Castiel. I was off to find Sam. I needed to help convince him not to go down this path. If he did my other brother, Lucifer, would waltz free among the humans once more. Being on a bus trying to get to Sam was rather annoying really.

I looked at the window of the shops in town. I could see my reflection. Blue sundress, blonde hair, and brown eyes. Perfect smile, and a large heart. No one else saw me as perfect, and I truthfully no longer saw me as perfect. Perhaps it was part of those human emotions that God wanted me to feel.

I began to wait to cross the street to a little store. I needed food in my stomach. They had a sale on oranges, and I craved the sour taste of that delicious fruit. There on the sign for me to cross the road was the little white walking man. Who for some odd reason reminded me off that famous Beatles photo of them crossing that road.

A car honked as I began to cross. I turned to my left to see a shiny black vehicle run into me. I was tossed up onto the hood of the car, and slid up the window. I took deadly hold of the roof of the car where the window met it. The car jerked back and forth as the driving slammed on his breaks.

The driver got out of the car. He was tall for a man his size. Short almond kissed blond hair. His eyes were the color of the greenest fields. His brows were furrowed with anger. I gulped at the anger this man was radiating. His lips were curved in anger, but yet they showed a smile.

The passenger got out of the car. This man was even taller, brown hair, chocolate swirled eyes, and a smile that made my heart skip a beat. He wore a greenish brown flannel with a leather jacket. His thick lips were pressed into thin pink line.

The shorter of the two men cursed, "Mother of all that is good in this world!"

The shorter man looked around at the front of his car. He was examining the paint closely. His large hands ran smoothly over the metal of the impala. He mumbled about his car being damaged. He was whispering that he loved the car and that the car would be alright. The shorter man was talking and treating the car like it was a female human.

"Phoebe," Sam asked.

The short man looked at Sam, "You know this chick?"

"Hey Sam," I groaned, "Don't suppose you got any pain killers on you."

"We do," Sam stated. "Let me help you down off the car."

Sam put his hands on my hips to pick me up. He placed me gently on the cement, and I smiled up at him. I had to snap my neck in half to smile up at this man. It truthfully was an honest pain, but I could survive the pain.

"Thank you," I told him.

I turned to see who I was now assuming to be Dean. Boy did he look like Hell, and I could see he knew things from Hell. I looked to Sam to see a tinge of darkness sitting over him. It was that same smoky tinge that sat over the demon he always was with.

"So you're the Phoebe everyone is talking about," Dean smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, and you must be Hell boy. You are devilishly handsome."

Dean blushed as I let out a soft giggle. One thing I earned from being with Sam and other humans was sarcastic humor. I had no interest in Dean, but I knew he was looking at me.

Sam groaned as he got in the car and slammed the door. I opened the back door and climbed in. I could buy oranges another day. For now, I needed to keep an eye on dumb dumb and dumber. One with nightmares of Hell and the one who was becoming the nightmare from Hell.

"So, where have you been? Have not seen you since that motel."

I looked at Sam from the back seat smiling. He had his head turned looked at me. I had to convince him not to do follow this path. I needed my grace back.

I shrugged, "Traveling from job to job."

Dean perked up, "Are you a hunter?"

I shook my head, "No, I am not a hunter. I am just me."

Dean turned his eyes back to the road from the mirror where he was spying on me. He looked depressed that I was not a hunter. He was probably excited to know a female hunter. I knew there probably were not that many, but I only knew of Bobby, Sam, and Dean. There were definitely females out there, but I just had yet to meet them.

I looked in the mirror to see me. I had never looked in a mirror before. I had seen my reflections, but never the full me. I saw me sitting at looking right into my own eyes. My skin was fair like coffee that had too much creamer in it. Way too much creamer you might as well call it brown milk. My brown eyes looked like melting gold in the sunlight from the windows. My blonde hair was a slight mess after the accident with Dean.

Dean shook his head, "Should you have bruises or cuts? How are you not hurt from me hitting you with baby? Like she has a dent in her now, but you have nothing wrong with you. At least it doesn't look like you have anything wrong with you. Do you?"

I shook my head, "It hurt a little, but not too bad. Did Sam tell you about me?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, that you fell from the sky with no memories of how."

I lied, "I was parachuting with my friend Grace. When I came to it I learned she wasn't alive anymore. Grace was taken to heaven, and I was left here on Earth without her. She was a good friend of mine. She is like my other half."

Sam laughed, "Dean's other half is this car."

Dean elbowed Sam in the chest and kept on driving with ease. Though, as his elbow came in contact with Sam's chest it sounded like a ball hitting a brick wall. It was loud and solid.

"No," I smiled, "his other half is out there. I know it."

"Really? Who do you think is out there for me?"

"Someone good looking…"

Dean perked, "Good looking? Anything else?"

"I do not know."

Dean wiggled his eyebrows in interest. I looked away as a blush formed on my cheeks. I looked out the window away from both boys. The Winchester genes had to be strong. Their jeans even stronger. Well, I am assuming—based on their lifestyle of murder and drinking—that the boys had sex a lot.

"What do you think they are like," Dean asked me.

I shrugged, "Do you have a type?"

Sam coughed, "Busty asians."

Dean growled and elbowed Sam in the chest again. The car slightly jerked around as he did this, but it evened out as he returned his attention back to the road.

"I see…" I closed my eyes. "I see someone who is shorter than you. Beautiful eyes that compliment yours. Hair that is on the shorter side and soft. You enjoy their company no matter what."

Dean shuttered, "Sounds about right. Can't wait to meet her."

I smiled as I looked out the window. Both the boys would find their right person eventually, but it wa the matter of finding the right person. That was no always an easy task. Cupid was nowhere in sight for these boys.

Cupid was a brother of mine who I disliked. Always naked and shooting people. He is a lower level angel. I have met him twice now, and do not want to meet him ever again. Never want to see Cupid naked again. I shuttered at that thought. Never again. Nope, not happening. Rather die than see that in my head again.

Sam looked at me with a strange look. I shook my head at him, but he did not turn away. I made a face at him, and he smiled as he made one back. Dean shook his head and called us children.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You do not want to know. Trust me."