Three Hours Later

"No, no, I found her, yeah, she's fine, yeah, yeah, we're good. Thanks, you too, bye," Rob hung up.

"That was the last one," he informed me.

"Cool… So, tell me, Castiel, if you really are an angel, can you do any tricks?" I asked.

The lights flickered and suddenly black shapes sprouted from his body in the shape of wings. Then everything went back to normal and I said, "Rob, you saw that, too, right?"

"Yeah."

I nodded and then said, "Alright…that was…"

"Yeah."

"Just as long as you understand me."

The motel room door opened then and Dean, Sam, and a new person walked into the room. I looked over at Rob and said, "We should have run while we had the chance."

"I trust these guys," Rob said.

"Why? Because you and him had a big brother connection, for one, he's probably not even the other guy's brother," I protested.

"They look alike," Rob pointed out.

"Doesn't matter. You and Dad look alike and he still refuses that you're his kid."

"He's kidding," Rob sighed.

"I'm not so sure anymore."

"Who are they?" the new guy asked.

"Well, we have to watch her, and the guy is her brother," Dean explained.

"Sydney, Rob, meet Bobby, Bobby, Sydney and Rob," Sam introduced.

I waved slightly and asked, "Are you crazy too?"

Rob jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow and said, "Ignore her."

"No," I jabbed him back, and said, "Do you believe in this demon stuff too?"

"I do," he nodded.

And I sighed. "Great, now you've got four crazy people, what are you going to do when this turns bad? Because I'll be damned if I'm going to get chopped up into little pieces and eaten for supper."

"Okay, if you don't shut up, I'm going to knock you out," Rob said, looking at her.

"You wouldn't."

"I'll do it; you're really getting on my nerves."

"Because you're supposed to be on my side! Not theirs! Are you crazy? Did they curse you or something? Are you being possessed by the crazy invisible guy in Mom's closest?" I asked, smiling at the end.

"Yeah, the crazy invisible guy in Mom's closet got me," he returned with a small smile of his own.

I looked over at the weird stares and said, "Hey, you guys believe in monsters, I just believe in the crazy invisible guy in my Mom's closet. Don't look at me like that."

"How long you had her?" Bobby asked.

"Long enough to want Cas to knock her out again," Dean huffed.

I threw my shoe at him for that. He turned around and glared at me before going back to his work. It was half an hour before they finally acknowledged us again. Sam pulled up a chair and sat down. He looked over at the three and then said, "I know this is a lot of information to get all at once."

"It's a whole lot of crazy to get all at once, but whatever," I huffed.

"Syd, seriously? Just…shut up," Rob shook his head.

"I can't, this is insane, no one, in their right mind, should believe this stuff."

"Well, I do."

"No you don't, you're just humoring them."

"Nope, I believe them."

"Whatever…"

"Right, well, I just wanted to say, if you have any questions—"

"I do, actually, how do you know all of this stuff?" I cut in.

"Well—"

"Sam, don't waste your time, get back over here," Dean said.

I watched curiously as Sam stood up and looked at his brother. The silent conversation they shared had me wondering what had happened, if it even did. They went back to talking quietly at the table and Rob looked over at me. "Why do you have to be so mean, they're just trying to help?" Rob said.

"You're too trusting."

"You don't trust people enough," he countered.

"Yeah, well, maybe."

I looked over at the wall, but the silence was short lived, the door sprung open and a man in a black suit charged across the room and almost had me when Rob swept his feet out from underneath him and punched him in the face. I scrambled off the bed and sat against the wall while Rob pinned the guy down to the floor. Dean and Sam were helping Rob get him to a chair and when I looked over at the guy; his eyes were pitch black, and trained on me.

"Oh, she's even prettier than I was told," he drawled.

And then the interrogation began again. Only this time, instead of saying he wouldn't give any information up, this guy complimented me right and left, telling me that if I let him go he'd take me away to a better place, but I wasn't falling for it… I knew the guy was bad…and who chooses black contacts?

When black smoke came out of the guy and Sam checked his pulse, he found one. He picked the guy up and the sound of a rumbling engine was heard moments later. I stared at the door and wondered where he was taking the guy… I looked at Rob who was watching me and then he said, "You're welcome."

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes.

I stood up and went over to the table where the three men were standing and asked, "Where is he taking that guy?"

"Hospital," Dean huffed.

"Oh… What was the black stuff that came out of him?"

"Demon."

"Really?" I asked, as I grabbed my shoe from the ground. I slipped it on and turned to the motel bed again.

"Really," He said.

I sat down on the bed and curled my feet up underneath myself. I rubbed my hands on my thighs and tried to understand what was happening. When Rob touched my shoulder, I jolted back to reality. I looked at him and when the door opened again Sam walked inside. I looked at everyone in the room, and decided I needed time alone, I stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Before anyone could protest I closed and locked the door. I turned on the shower and started to remove my clothes. When I was under the spray of hot water, I couldn't help but start to sing, it always helped me calm down.

"Oh, looking like another Bob Marley day, hitting from the bong like a diesel train, and now we're hanging out this afternoon. We got weeds in the backyard, four feet tall, Cheech and Chong probably would have smoked them all. So, I'm out on the couch this afternoon. Beer bottles laying on the kitchen floor, if we take them out back, we can buy some more. So, I doubt we're going out this afternoon, oh!"

I paused to pour some of the shampoo from the little shampoo bottle in my hand. I rubbed it together and started to lather my hair.

"Better hang on if you're tagging along, 'cause we'll be doing this till six in the morning. Nothing wrong with going all night long, time to put the brakes on, doesn't matter when you gotta, get up and go out, me and all my friends, drink up, fall down, and we'll do it all again. Just sitting around, hanging out this afternoon. Landlord says I should buy a tent, but he can kiss my ass 'cause I paid the rent. So I doubt, he'll kick me out this afternoon."

I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair as I tried to remember the next verse.

"Down on the corner in a seedy bar, jukebox cranking out the CCR. Had a few to Suzie Q this afternoon, oh! Better hang on if you're tagging along, 'cause we'll be doing this till six in the morning. Nothing wrong with going all night long, time to put the brakes on, doesn't matter when you gotta, get up and go out, me and all my friends, drink up, fall down, and we'll do it all again. Yeah, just sitting around, hanging out this afternoon."

I had to step out of the shower to grab the soap which was on the counter. I stepped back into the spray and started my singing once again.

"Wear a wristwatch, and alarm clock, to see what time it ends. From the moment I wake up, I just love being with my friends! We barely get by, but have the best times, hope it never ends. We drink all day until we fall down, so we can do it all again! It's not a human walk, it's the human race. If we were living on the edge, taking too much space. So I doubt I'll figure out just what to do, but to kicking around, hanging out this afternoon, oh!"

I let the water run down my back and hummed the rest of the song. I turned off the spray of coldish water and stepped out. I looked around the tight space of the bathroom for a towel, and came up empty handed. I growled impatiently and cracked the door open slightly. I could see the towels sitting on the bed on the other side of the room.

"Rob!" I hissed.

He didn't move.

"Rob!" I hissed again.

Sam turned around and looked at me and then turned back around and said, "Rob?"

He turned and Sam pointed at me. Rob stood up and asked, "What?"

"Towels," I pointed at the bed.

"Huh?"

"Oh my freakin'—Get the damn towels off the bed!" I shouted.

"Alright, alright, you don't have to shout," he shook his head as he walked over to the bed.

I spared a glance over at the four men at the table and three of them were looking at me. I blushed when Bobby hit Dean over the head and said something to him. Rob shoved a towel at me and I grabbed it. I slammed the door shut and locked it once again. I pulled my pants and shirt on before going back out into the main room.

I finger combed through my hair when suddenly Castiel said, "We have to leave."

"Why?" I asked before anyone could respond.

"They're coming," he said, and in between a blink, I was in a different place.

I looked around the warehouse and when Castiel and the rest of the group showed up behind me, I let loose a horrified squeak. "What the hell was that?" I shouted.

"That's Cas' way of traveling," Dean growled.

"I did not move you," he said quietly.

"What? What do you mean you didn't move me? I sure as hell didn't do this," I frowned.

"I believe you did," Castiel said.

"Wait, wait, what are you— Shit!" I shouted when the glass in the warehouse was broken.

Two people stood in front of me as several people climbed inside. Bobby was shooting a shot gun, and Castiel was…Castiel had disappeared. Rob was standing next to me and then Sam shouted, "Watch out!"

I spun as fast as I could and Rob hopped in the way of someone trying to grab me. The man tackled Rob to the ground and I dodged a fist from a different man. I popped my knee into his stomach and kicked his side. He fell down and I'm not sure who shot the man who was on top of Rob, but he was flung off of Rob from the impact.

I smelt the blood before I actually saw it. Everything slowed down as I picked Rob's head up into my lap. I looked down at the hole in his stomach that was gushing blood. I pushed my hand over the wound and my eyes started to fill up with tears. "Shit, Rob, what were you thinking?"

All I got from that was a gurgling sound, and blood coming from his mouth. I dry-sobbed slightly and said, "It's okay, Rob, it's alright, you're fine. We'll just…get you patched up, everything will be alright."

More blood poured from his mouth and the pace of the blood coming from his stomach kept going steadily. I let loose another dry-sob as I said, "Rob, you'll be okay, hang in there. You're alright. You're okay. You're…Rob?"

I felt myself shaking as Rob's heart started to slow, and his breath became even shallower. I gasped and said, "No, no, Robbie, please, stay with me."

His head rocked back and the blood pouring from him stopped. I bowed my head over him as his breathing stopped and his heart gave one last stutter. "Robbie," I sobbed.

Someone was touching my shoulder and saying something, but I shrugged the hand off and whispered, "Go away."

Sam was in front of me then and he said, "Sydney, we have to go."

I shook my head and looked down at Rob's body. I looked back up at him and then down at Rob once again. I shook my head, trying to tell him I couldn't leave Rob. There was shouting, and guns firing, and my grip wouldn't loosen from Rob. Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around me and we were in a different room.

Rob was still in my lap, but it was brighter. I couldn't take in any more of my surroundings as I saw all of the blood on myself. It was all his… I looked up into the blue eyes of Castiel and he said something along the lines of, "I'll be back."

I wiped hair out of Rob's face and it left a streak of blood on his forehead. A few moments later I heard wings rustling, but I couldn't look away from Rob. He looked so peaceful, but I knew he wasn't sleeping. I let loose out a horrible sound as I held back tears. He had college, he had a life, and I ruined it. Once again, a hand touched my shoulder, and this time, I didn't try to shrug it off.

The arm wrapped around my shoulder and a voice said, "You have to let him go."

I shook my head and said, "No, I can't."

"Sydney," the voice said.

"Please, not yet, please," I begged, "It's…my fault."

"It isn't your fault," the voice said.

I wiped more hair from his face with my shaky hand, once again leaving blood behind and then another pair of arms was taking Rob from me. I let him go as he was picked up slowly and then my hands dropped to my sides. I looked down at the ground and I felt the arm give me a reassuring squeeze.

I turned from whoever was holding my shoulders, and collapsed against the side of the wall. I buried my head between my knees and wrapped my arms around my legs. I couldn't let myself cry, it wouldn't help anything, and I was in a room full of strangers.

I don't know how much time passed while I sat on the floor and squeezed my eyes tightly, seeing Rob's smile and not crying. It might have been hours, or maybe minutes, but it was silent the whole time, and I can assure you, I was grateful for that. I stood up on shaky legs and used the wall to help me. Someone sat me down in a chair, and I curled up with my legs underneath myself.

The first person who spoke was Castiel, "I am sorry."

I looked into his eyes and could tell he meant it. I nodded stiffly and looked back down at my legs. I slowly looked around the room and frowned at the extremely bright lights. I just wanted to be in the dark, and alone. A few moments after that thought, the room was empty, expect for myself and Rob, and the lights were out.

I didn't even think twice about it, I stood back up and went over to the table where someone had placed Rob. I pulled a chair up beside the table and grabbed his hand. He was so cold; I was rubbing his hand trying to make him warmer when the fluttering of wings went through the room. A few seconds later one of the bright lights turned on.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"I believe she kicked us out," Castiel said.

I tightened my hold on Rob's hand again. "How?" Sam asked…or maybe it was Bobby.

I missed what Castiel said, and then I just got so angry. I stood up, kicking the chair back for me and into the wall, and glared at the four men in front of me. I took a deep breath that trembled at the end and asked, "Why do we have to talk about this right now? Rob…"

I cut myself off by looking back down at him and I tried to tell myself he would be okay, that he was just joking, but I knew he was gone. My big brother was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it. For all his life he had been looking out for me, and the one time I could return the favor, I get him killed. I dropped down to my knees and tried to get through the agony that was weighing down my heart.

It was getting hard to breathe, and my chest was so tight. I choked on my unshed tears and my breathing was coming out in harsh gasps as I tried to breathe through the pain. I'm not sure how long I sat there trying to breathe, but eventually, I passed out.

-O-

When I woke up I was in a chair and Sam was standing over me, patting my cheek. I pushed away his hand and sat up in the chair. I looked up at him, and just by the look on his face, I knew it hadn't been a dream. I nodded and stood up from the chair, I wobbled slightly, and I pushed away his hand when he tried to help me. I looked around the small motel room and made my way to the bathroom.

I flipped on the light and closed the door. I turned on the water and stepped in without taking off my clothes. I sat down and pushed my legs up to my chest. I rested my chin on my knees, and let myself slip away into my memories.