Chapter 5- Angel of the Lord

Elizabeth woke with an agonizing jolt, the familiar high pitched whistle tone that she had heard in Pamela's was currently on full blast in the hotel room that the boys had rented for the night. Windows were busting out as the sound became louder and louder.

"DEAN!" she yelled over the noise. She noticed that he had fallen to the ground, and that glass shards were sprawled all around him. Realization washed over her that his hands were bleeding from the loose glass and she quickly rushed over to help him up off the ground.

The high pitch noise was growing and her head felt like it was about to explode. Her knees began to buckle as the sound began to become unbearable. Her hands went to cover her ears in hopes that it would stifle the noise, however it did not and she too quickly found herself on the ground next to Dean.

"Elizabeth, Dean!" She heard Bobby say as he kicked open the door that led into the room. Quickly he grabbed Dean and Elizabeth the collars of their shirts and helped them stand up. Elizabeth's legs felt like jello as she, Bobby and Dean rushed outside and away from the noise.

"Where's Sam?" Bobby asked as he climbed into the driver's seat of his rusty, barely running vehicle.

"I don't know." Elizabeth managed to say. Slowly she inched her way into the backseat and flung herself down, closing her eyes and massaging her temples once again.

"Dammit I just got rid of the last headache from that thing." She mumbled.

"Well, call Sam-"Bobby began

"No, he will just try to stop us." Dean said quickly. Elizabeth opened her eyes again and found herself looking straight into Dean's concerned green ones.

"From doing?" She asked

"Summoning whatever the hell this thing is, are you okay?" Dean questioned

"Yes, and are you crazy, that thing is trying to kill us. Death by shattered glass Dean." She responded.

"You can't be serious." Bobby chimed in from the driver seat.

"As a heart attack." Dean replied instantly. Elizabeth groaned and silently begged the church bells to quite ringing in her head.

"Look Dean, it could be a demon, it could be anything." She whispered. Her headache was beginning to fade slightly now and she could focus more on the conversation at hand. At first she had been curious to see what this creature was, but now after what they had just went through in the hotel, she was afraid of it. Of Castiel.

"Well that's why we have to be ready for anything." Dean said pulling out his supernatural kill anything knife that they got from Ruby.

"This is a bad idea." Bobby said however, he kept driving.

"That's a nice art project you got going on." Dean said to Bobby who was spray painting sigils on the floor of an old abandoned barn.

"Well, they are talismans, signs, sigils from every religion, culture, you name it." Bobby responded.

Elizabeth had just finished gathering the arsenal of weapons that Bobby had in his trunk. She gave them a once over and figured it would have to do.

"We have, steaks, salt, guns, and silver. We are pretty much set to catch and kill anything I have ever heard of." She mumbled, eyeing Dean as he examined the collection of weapons on the table.

Bobby let out a small sigh and looked directly at Elizabeth.

"This is still a bad idea." He said. She gave a small half smile, internally agreeing with the man who had practically raised her.

"Yeah, well we heard you the first 10 times Bobby." Dean responded. Elizabeth rolled her eyes but didn't dare say anything to Dean. He was hell bent on facing this Castiel creature, and the last thing she was going to do was put herself in the way of that and get end up getting punched or something.

"Well let's ring this dinner bell." Dean said. Bobby didn't say anything, he just gave the pair his signature "This is gunna suck" look and walked over to the table that held the summoning ingredients. Elizabeth flashed a look at Dean as Bobby began speaking in Latin.

"Are you sure about this Dean." She whispered. Dean raised his eyebrow at her and flexed his jaw muscle. He didn't answer her, but just continued watching Bobby summon Castiel.

It had taken about five minutes to do the summoning ritual, however, Elizabeth, Bobby and Dean were now standing around waiting for this creature to appear and had been for about ten minutes.

"Are you sure you did it right?" Dean asked Bobby. Bobby shot him a look that told Dean to shut the hell up, he knew what he was doing. Elizabeth let a small smile spread across her lips as she watched the two.

"Sorry, touchy, touchy." Dean whispered.

She went to say something about how Dean was impatient but just as she opened her mouth a loud banging noise came from above them. Instantly she jumped up and realized that something was making the shingles on the roof move up and down. She glanced over her shoulder to look at Bobby and Dean. They took looked just as confused as she was.

"Wishful thinking but maybe it's just the wind?" Dean yelled at Elizabeth. She shook her head and cocked her gun, readying it for whatever was about to appear before them.

Above her head, the light bulbs began to burst and go out, quickly she shielded her eyes as the fiberglass shot everywhere.

"What the hell." She said quietly to herself.

Suddenly, the wooden barn door burst open revealing something that Elizabeth had not been expecting. Walking towards them was a man, a very attractive man she might add. His hair was dark brown and windblown, as he drew nearer she noticed that his eyes were bright blue and completely mesmerizing.

Dean pulled the trigger on his gun and sent a bullet flying in the direction of the stranger. The noise yanked Elizabeth out of her dazed thoughts and awoke her hunter side. She too fired her gun at Castiel, sending bullets piercing through his body however, it did nothing. Finally the stranger reached them and the howling wind instantly calmed down, along with the exploding light bulbs.

Elizabeth swallowed as she became instantly aware of how attractive this man was. He stood there in his pressed slacks, white button up shirt, black blazer and tie. Over his outfit he wore a long, tan trench coat that hung all the way to his knees. She let out a breath of air and stood extremely still, afraid of whatever this creature was.

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." The man said in a husky voice that made Elizabeth's knees weak. She wanted to slap herself. This guy was the enemy, the unknown thing that had raised Dean from hell... Or perdition as he so nicely put it and she was acting like a high school girl who just got spoken to by her crush for the first time.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Dean said without an ounce of emotion. Elizabeth watched as Dean quickly pulled the all killing knife out and plunged it into Castiel's chest.

Nothing happened.

Utter shock and fear began to pulse through her. So the blade didn't work. He didn't even bleed. He just stared at Dean with a humorous look and then pulled the knife out of his chest with ease and let it fall to the ground.

Bobby went to hit him with a crowbar however Castiel gripped it and flung it aside without even turning around to look at Bobby. Once again she found herself attracted to how easily he seemed to toss all of their weapons aside. She knew she should be fearing for her life as nothing seemed to work on him, but she wasn't. Silently, she watched as Castiel gracefully turned around, put two fingers on Bobby's head and dropped him to the ground, unconscious.

This caused something to snap in Elizabeth, making her understand that this douche was a bad guy, a smoking hot bad guy but still. Quickly she ran over to Bobby, however before she could reach him, Castiel grabbed her arm and ripped her around.

They stood face to face, and the whole world seemed to fade to black. The place where his hand touched her bare skin burned hot like an iron. Her stomach quickly began to turn into knots as she studied his features. They were stunningly beautiful up close, almost that of a Greek God. His demanding blue eyes were set evenly on his face. His nose was long and structured perfectly, almost as if God himself had crafted it especially for him. Elizabeth let her eyes flick down to his mouth and instantly regretted it as she realized his lips were full and slightly chapped, making her wonder what they tasted like. She could almost feel herself being drawn to him as if a string was attached to their hearts.

Gently, he put two cool fingers on her forehead, bringing her attention from his lips to his hand that was on her head. Once again, his touch burned like a hot iron. Elizabeth was fully aware of what was about to happen, for she saw him do it to Bobby not even two seconds ago, however before she could even attempt to fight him off, she saw the familiar blackness forming around her.

The last thing she saw before she fell into that blackness were two perfectly crafted crystal clear blue eyes, staring back at her.