Chapter 6- There is No Such Thing as Angels.

She stood outside of an oddly familiar house. She had never seen it before but she felt as if she had known it all her life. Her eyes glanced up as a man who had dark black hair and light green eyes walked into the kitchen and kissed his wife who had long brown hair and deep hazel eyes. The couple was so familiar to Elizabeth that it made her walk up to the window that looked directly into the kitchen.

"If we have a daughter, what would we name her?" The man asked as he sat down at the maple dining room table.

"I have always liked the name Elizabeth." The woman said, flashing her husband a small smile.

Elizabeth leaned in closer, her nose practically touching the cool glass.

"Me too." The man said glancing down at his wife's stomach. Elizabeth let out a small smile, realizing why these people seemed so familiar. They were her parents.

As she continued to stare at them, she didn't notice the sound of wings fluttering from behind her. Her eyes stared at her father, she realized how much she looked like him, strong jaw line, pointed nose and deep... black eyes?

Elizabeth quickly jumped backwards, her hand instinctively going to her boot where she kept a knife. As she went to grab it she noticed it was not there. Gasping she looked back up at Joshua Winchester, his dark black demon eyes were staring at her now. A menacing look spread over his face, sending a cold shiver through Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth." A unfamiliar husky voice said from behind her. Quickly she whipped around, coming face to face with Castiel.

"What the hell... Who are you?" She asked

"You know who I am Elizabeth." He said simply. Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow and glanced behind her, swallowing as her father's eyes had gone back to being his normal shade of green now.

"Castiel, right?" She asked turning her attention back to the angel in front of her. He nodded slowly and walked over to her, his eyes scanned the scenario unfolding before them.

"How are you even here right now? In my dreams... and why are you here. It's kind of creepy." She mumbled.

"I am here to explain to you that I am sorry for knocking you unconscious. I had to speak with Dean privately." He replied. Elizabeth noticed how his blue eyes never left her parents. The expression on his face made it obvious that he knew something about them, something about her.

"Apology accepted, I guess.. Castiel- did I imagine my father's eyes switching to demon eyes?" She asked. Castiel turned his attention to her, deep down he knew the answer to her question, however he had direct orders that must be followed. Technically, he was not even permitted to be inside her dream right now.

Slowly he let out a sigh and locked onto Elizabeth's eyes. He knew it would eventually come back to bite him, but he decided to do the only logical thing.

"Yes you imagined them. Now I must go." He whispered.

Before Elizabeth could say anything to him he was gone. It was her turn to let out a small sigh, she turned her head to look at her parents again. She desperately wanted to believe Castiel when he had said she imagined them, but something deep within her knew that he was lying.

Elizabeth awoke with a jolt. She could still feel the remints from her dream, and it stung like a fresh stab wound. Images of her parents, demon black eyes and Castiel flew threw her head.

A loud conversation irrupted between Sam and Dean causing Elizabeth thoughts about her dream to disappear.

"Well then tell me what else it could've been." Sam said from the kitchen. Elizabeth turned her throbbing head slightly, and wondered what they could possibly be arguing about now.

"All I am saying is that I wasn't groped by an angel." The rough voice of Dean said. This statement peaked her interest and made her sit up on the pleather couch. Slowly she rose and shuffled into the kitchen.

"Morning sleepy head. Coffee?" Dean asked. She looked over at the steaming pot and let a small smile spread across her face. Caffeine sounded like the perfect plan right now, especially since she was currently experiencing her third monster headache in two days.

"Were you two talking about Angels or was that me just daydreaming?" She asked the boys as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"No you heard right, Angels. Which is what Castiel said he was last night." Sam retorted. A skeptical look flashed across Elizabeth's face as she raised the glass to her lips and drank. If Castiel was telling the truth and was in fact an angel, that would explain why he had appeared in her dream last night. As the warm liquid went down her throat, she imagined that this was what heaven felt like and silently she giggled to herself, of all the times to come up with a pun and she had to choose this moment.

"Those exist?" Elizabeth asked. Dean held up his hand to Sam and gave him an "I told you so" look.

"Look- why would this… Castiel thing lie about what he was?" Sam questioned. At the mention of his name, Elizabeth was transported back in time to last night's dream. She had stood in front of Castiel, breathing in his scent, and falling deep into his clear blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity. She wanted to believe that he had been telling the truth about her father as they stood on the imaginary wooden porch in her dream, but the look on his face and the tone in his voice made it almost impossible to do so.

"Lizzy!" Dean said as he snapped his fingers in front of Elizabeth's face, jerking her from her thoughts. Instantly she felt her face grow hot as she realized that she had been thinking about Castiel… again. She knew that she should tell her cousins about this supposed angel showing up in her dreams, but she could not usher the words out. Besides, she did not feel like playing 20 questions with the pair.

"You are with me right? That this thing could be a demon." Dean asked her. Slowly she sat her cup down and leaned against the kitchen sink, she caught Bobby's eye as he peered up at them from his desk in the adjacent room.

"Maybe, but what kind of demon is immune to salt rounds, and devil's traps? Oh and Ruby's knife." She responded as Dean grabbed a piece of pizza from the box on the counter and smelled it.

"Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam exclaimed. Elizabeth felt like they were tag teaming Dean now, she could see the frustration growing on his face as Sam continued to talk.

"Don't you think if angels were real, some hunter, somewhere would have seen one at some point…ever?" Dean asked.

Before she could stop herself Elizabeth opened her mouth and responded to Dean with a short and sassy sentence.

"You just did."

Dean shot her a look of pure exhaustion.

"I am trying to come up with a theory here! Work with me guys!" He said. Elizabeth let her eyes roll as she was becoming less and less patient with Dean. Truth was, she believed Castiel was an angel, not only because he had appeared to her in her dream but from a hunter's point of view, what else could withstand all that they threw at him.

"We have a theory Dean." Sam said

"Yeah one with a little less fairy dust on it please!" Dean responded. Elizabeth finally gave up and walked over to where Bobby was sitting. She flung herself down on the only other chair in the room and leaned back to watch the Winchester debate continue.

"Do you think they will ever shut up?" She whispered to Bobby.

"No, the idjits have been at it all mornin', ain't gunna stop now that you're awake." Bobby responded. A small half smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she listened to Bobby's rugged southern accent.

"I'm not going to believe that this thing is an angel of the lord because it SAYS so!" Dean said cutting Sam off.

"Alright, you two chuckleheads done talking religion. Or do you want to come take a look at this?" Bobby said. All three Winchester's turned their head to look at the man that they had practically adopted as their father.

Slowly Elizabeth leaned over to look at the old, musty book that Bobby had open on his desk. The pages showed renaissance paintings of men with wings and harps, pulling something out of the ground.

"I got stacks of lore, biblical, pre-biblical, some of its in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from hell." Bobby said.

"What else?" Dean replied. Elizabeth turned her attention away from the book and look up at Dean. Even this raggedy book couldn't convince him that Castiel was an angel and that he had lifted him out of the pit.

"Air lift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing." Bobby continued. Elizabeth noticed how Dean's face stayed blank, almost like stone. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his eyes stayed fixed on the ancient lore that Bobby dug up.

"Dean, you do realize that this is good news right?" She said, bringing Dean's attention away from the book and onto her.

"How?" He asked in an almost defeated voice.

"Because for once, we don't have to worry about it being demons. Like it usually always is." Elizabeth responded. Dean sighed and looked around at the three others in the room.

"Okay… alright, so say its' true, and angels really do exist, does that mean there is a God?" Dean asked.

Elizabeth bit down on her bottom lip that was an extremely hard theory to wrap her head around.

"At this point, biggest money is on yeah." Bobby replied. Now this statement bothered Elizabeth and practically made her jump onto Team Dean. Honestly, if there was a God, why did he allow all this crap to happen in their lives? If there was a God, why hasn't he helped?

"Look, Dean this is becoming less and less about your faith and more about evidence." Sam finally said.

"Look if there is a God out there, why would he save me? Why would he give a crap about me? Look I've saved some people, I figure that made up for the stealing and ditching chicks! But why me, I'm just a regular guy!" Dean questioned. The room fell silent for a second as Sam, Bobby and Elizabeth all stared at Dean. Elizabeth's heart clinched slightly due to the amount of stress that registered on Dean's face. She could sense that he felt as though he did not deserve saving, and an uneasy sense of familiarity began to pulse through her as she related to how Dean felt.

"Dean apparently you're some guy who is important to the man upstairs." Sam said. This statement made Dean's eyes grow wide and fear crossed over his face as he turned and looked at Elizabeth, almost begging her to say something.

"Well… that's creepy." She said in an attempt to lighten the mood. Sam inhaled and shot her a look that matched that of a disapproving father which made her half smile instantly disappear.

"I don't even like getting singled out at birthday parties, let alone God." Dean whispered.

"Well, I think God wants you to strap on your party hat." Sam said. He eyed Elizabeth as she watched the pair continue to conversation. She was abnormally quiet and couldn't help but let her thoughts float back to God. She wondered how someone who had so much power could stand idly by and watch as her father was murdered. How could he not do anything when her mother committed suicide? How could allow her uncle to be taken by a demon, only to save Dean. How could someone so powerful let all this bad happen to people who were only trying to do some good.

Books slammed down on the desk beside Elizabeth, ripping her from her thoughts and making her look up at Bobby.

"This is all we have on angels. Start reading." He said simply.

Here is Chapter 6 guys! Things are starting to get interesting between Castiel and Elizabeth! I'll post the next chapter sometime next week! Keep up with the reviews!

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