so this one was shorter and more filler than i hoped, and it's kind of (?) boring, and i am so terribly sorry :(

also, this story is coming to an end!

YEAH! I KNOW! i'm pretty sure there's one or two more chapters before it's over, but mind you, i've written what i think to be my best epilogue yet, and a bonus chapter ;)

and there will be a sequel to this, and a sequel for the sequel of this, and so on! i'll be following the seasons of Supernatural, and i'm still in season 6, so no spoilers please :) i would like to enjoy my time with Castiel before it ends (i know it will because facebook is a bitch).

ANYWAY, i hope you enjoy!

i do not own Supernatural or any of its characters or plot; only my OC, Aubrey Milligan.


AUBREY

By the time her angel buddy got back, she had only spent two minutes in the ring. And though she felt great, Aubrey took the insanely short time lapse as a bad sign.

Aside from that, she had barely caught a glimpse of Castiel, but when she did he had duct tape glued over his mouth. Aubrey couldn't call for a timeout because it hadn't even been three minutes. "Cas, get in here," she yelled, ducking a roundhouse kick and landing a hard punch at the wrestler's side. "Put him to sleep!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Aubrey saw the angel rush up the stairs and into the ring. While she landed another kick at the guy's groin, Castiel came up from behind him and put two fingers on his shoulder. The burly man fell to his side, asleep.

As Aubrey pulled her friend out of the ring once more, she noticed that the crowd still hadn't stopped cheering. Of course, they were completely clueless on what Castiel had just done but that was for the best. They probably just thought he had squeezed on a nerve or some shit like that. But truthfully, it was his angelic powers given to him from heaven at work.

Who would believe that anyway?

Aubrey led them down the aisle that led to the locker rooms—or at least, that's where she hoped they were heading. She pulled the duct tape off Castiel's mouth as fans cheered at them from their seats, reaching down and asking for autographs. "Sign my shirt!" "Sign my back!" "Sign my cheek!" "Sign my butt!" It annoyed Aubrey to incredible extents, but Castiel only stared at the crowd with a serious look on his face. Hopefully he was pissed as well.

Once they finally reached the locker rooms, Aubrey collapsed on one of the benches and took off her sweaty flannel shirt, grumbling, "Damn bastard was as strong as a demon."

When no reply came from the angel, Aubrey looked up to find him staring at ground, his jaw set and his body unmoving. At first she was going to say "what's wrong", but then she remembered that her guardian angel was actually an angel. And to put it bluntly, she didn't have anything on underneath the flannel shirt except for a tight tank top.

She quickly put her flannel shirt back on. "Right, sorry. Angel. Right." Aubrey cleared her throat. "So, what happened? You found them, right?" The angel nodded his head. "Were you able to tip 'em?"

"Yes, but I don't think we can do more than that. Not in this world."

"Alright, then. Escape, any ideas?"

"No." He frowned. "Frankly, the only person who can get us out of here is the Trickster himself, but I don't think he'd want to considering how much trouble we've caused him."

"Trouble we've caused him? We haven't been doing jack squat!"

"He seems to have an odd fixation on Sam and Dean. All we've been doing is trying to get them back."

Aubrey stood up and made her way towards a random locker, wanting to distract herself. She was seriously considering the idea of herself being ADHD. She couldn't seem to stay still for long periods of time. Part of her even thought it would be awesome.

"So, what you're saying is…" She examined the padlock on the locker and took out a hairclip. "We've only pissed him off?"

"You could put it that way."

The padlock dropped onto Aubrey's hand and she opened the locker, greeted by the sight of posters of half-naked women. The stench of sweaty underwear reached her nose and Aubrey gagged, slamming the locker shut.

She almost ran into Castiel but steadied herself just enough to look him in the eye. "Don't open any of the lockers."

"Why?"

"Just—don't, okay?" Aubrey waited for him to nod his head, not wanting an angel to follow in her very stupid footsteps, before taking a seat once more on the benches. "So what do you think we should do?"

"Keep looking." The angel looked around, which Aubrey really wished he wouldn't do because even the walls were flooded with very… unholy posters. He didn't seem to be minding those; though by the way his eyes flitted from almost everywhere Aubrey guessed he felt awkward about them as much as she was.

Aubrey stood up. "Okay, look for what?"

She watched, perplexed, as the angel walked about the room, looking behind lockers and underneath benches. "The needle in the haystack," he said, and looked to be proud of it too, because as soon as he said it, he turned to Aubrey with a slight smile. Aubrey, beckoned for him to go on with raised eyebrows—but she was definitely going to ask the Winchesters about that as soon as they found them.

"The only thing out of place," the angel finished. His hand hovered above one of the locks of a locker. There was nothing special about it on the outside. When the lock opened by itself, Aubrey rushed forward. Castiel opened it.

As she suspected, posters of women—now completely nude—and foul smell hit her head on, but she didn't move; because other than the posters and the underwear, there was also a lever. It stuck out from the wall, rusted and old.

The only thing out of place.

Aubrey beamed at the angel beside her, but still one problem remained. "What will it do?" she asked. Castiel didn't answer but instead made a move to pull the lever down. Aubrey made a weird sound that came from her throat. She didn't even know where it came from but it got the angel's attention.

"Let's pull it down together this time, alright?" she said, putting her hand on top of Castiel's. The angel's skin was warm, soothingly so, though Aubrey sensed that he was uncomfortable. She said, "On three."

"One… two…" She squeezed the angel's hand. "Three."

They pulled it down the same time, and Aubrey tensed, closing her eyes. Nothing. She counted to ten. During those first few seconds, she took notice to the smallest things; Castiel's warm breath fanning her hair, the fact that her hand was still on his, that they were so close together.

Still, nothing happened, and Aubrey opened her eyes. She gulped in embarrassment and surprise when she saw that they were still in the same room. Still in the locker room, located beneath a wrestling rink, that could have been anywhere in the world for all they knew.

Aubrey noticed that her angel friend had gone silent, and her stomach sunk as she thought that maybe the lever was only for him and that she had been left alone. That thought flew by in a millisecond, and disappeared when she raised her head. Her nose bumped into his, and for a moment, a sparking instant, she met his gaze.

His eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue. From afar, they looked as dull as dry street pavement, but people didn't know what they were missing when they just passed by him. It shone like the ocean under a starlit sky, like a gem glowing in a dark cave.

His eyes were beautiful, but Aubrey was the first to pull away. She hated herself for it, but it seemed that the angel didn't notice the ceiling quaking away above them. Even when Aubrey finally tore her gaze away from his, she could feel him staring right at her.

And it sucked that all she wanted to do was live in that moment again, and again, and again, but they had a job. They had to find Sam and Dean and bring them back. Something in Aubrey told her that they were close, oh so close.

But still, that didn't change the fact that Aubrey had been working alone for a long time.

The ceiling shook again. Dust fell, and Aubrey took a shaky breath. "We need to get out of here."

When the angel finally shook himself out of his stupor, the first thing he made for was the stairs in the far corner of the room, leading back up to the ring above them. Aubrey's heart broke, but she followed him anyway.

Then the most unexpected thing happened.

Aubrey had been walking by the lockers. And when one suddenly opened with an old decaying body falling out of it, Aubrey couldn't help herself. She shrieked, and the body seemed to wrap its arms around Aubrey's neck. Of course, the scream only lasted for a second but it was humiliating anyway.

Another locker opened, this time the one Castiel was standing in front of. A dead body, flesh and blood and all, spilled out of the locker and onto the angel, but he showed no obvious sign of surprise. He just stepped back and stared at the plastic corpse on the floor, prodding it with his foot.

Aubrey shook the corpse off her, grunting in annoyance, when two people suddenly spilled into the room. One was holding a camera, the other holding a microphone; both were grinning from cheek to cheek. "Are you scared?" the one holding a mic said, and Aubrey wanted to strangle him.

She knew what they were going to say next if she said "yes", so she didn't. "No." She gulped down her anger. "Am I… on Scare Tactics?"

The one with the mic looked very pissed off. He asked again, slower, as if he thought he was talking to a child. "Are you scared?"

"No," Aubrey was about to say, when she looked past them and to her angel friend. He was vigorously shaking his head, mouthing the words "say yes".

She cast him a sidelong glance before putting on her best humoured smile. "Yes," she said. "I was terrified." Aubrey blinked, and when she opened her eyes again, the two men were gone, the only person there the angel Castiel.

He looked at her with stern eyes. "It's the Trickster. The levers in this world aren't like the one I found at the warehouse. These activate his magic."

"I gathered that," Aubrey replied, rubbing her temples. "Don't pull the levers then. But how are we supposed to get out of here?"

"We keep pulling the levers."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What did I just say? Pulling one was a pain in the ass, now we have to pull all of them?"

The angel craned his neck to look up the staircase beside him as he spoke. "As far as I know, magic can only go so far. If we keep moving forward, maybe we'll reach the end of the Trickster's magic and appear back at the warehouse, where I assume Sam and Dean already are."

"We're in a TV, Cas. There are millions of shows in here. It'd take us a very long time to get past all of them."

"The Trickster is strong, stronger than he's supposed to be, but I know for a fact that only God can make a universe as big as that."

The angel was looking everywhere but at her, and Aubrey couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. She knew she couldn't argue with an angel. She wasn't like Dean, who was virtually impractical. Aubrey thought about it for a minute, before nodding her head. "Fine. But if we have to go through another jumpscare TV show I am done."

CASTIEL

Neither of them knew how much time passed, not even Castiel. They trekked through millions of shows and, to Castiel's honest curiosity, the girl he travelled with could name all of them.

"Glee," she said, while they were noiselessly 'lip-synching' along with about a dozen teens. A few walked up to Castiel and ran their hands along his face, making him very uncomfortable. He heard Aubrey laughing in the distance.

"CSI," she said, while they were busy examining a dead body left by the side of an empty road in a bustling city Aubrey said was called "New York".

"Nurse Jackie," she said, while they were walking through the halls of a busy hospital. When one of their supposed colleagues collapsed onto the floor, the girl practically shoved Castiel into the surgery room, furiously telling him to "heal the guy" with his "angel mojo". He did so, and they were transported into yet another TV show.

"I'm not even gonna call this one," the girl said, once, while they were sitting in comfortable, soft chairs. A man introduced himself as a "Jimmy Fallon" and started asking those questions Castiel honestly didn't know how to answer. Luckily, Aubrey knew what she was doing and replied to every single one with a smile.

It took all of the angel's strength not to stare at her. When they teleported, their clothes changed as well. And in their current show, she was dressed in a ravishing night-blue dress. Castiel kept his jaw set and stared straight ahead; ignoring the odd glances Jimmy Fallon threw at him.

Castiel kept count of the worlds and platforms they appeared in and moved on from.

When he counted to six, he expected it to end. But it didn't, and they simply stepped into another one of human's modern day fantasies; this time, in a room filled with people of all ages, all dressed in—as Dean would say it, workout clothes. Aubrey had put her head in her hands, and when Castiel looked down at her he saw that her shoulders were shaking with laughter.

"Where are we?"

The girl just shook her head, still smiling. "Just go with it."

She didn't know that it was all going on for longer than Castiel expected.

When he counted to ten, however, they found themselves inside a flying vehicle and Castiel felt that something was different with their current situation. He heard Aubrey release a sharp strangled noise from her throat and he rushed forward.

The girl stumbled back, and the angel caught her. "What's wrong?"

"No! No, I am not jumping!"


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