Author's Note: Okay, I've been doing a lot of writing lately. So, what I said about my writing on paper only being about a chapter away from where I am in post… that's kinda out the window. But it's good stuff, so, I don't feel bad about it.

That said, I'm not the best with fight scenes, so the training part of the chapter, it's not the best. I feel bad because it's not super awesome, but at least I'm warning you beforehand. :)

Now that, that is out of the way… Welcome to Chapter 4!

C*H*A*P*T*E*R**&*F*O*U*R

Marion stood in the salvage yard with her brothers and Castiel. She pulled her pants up by the belt loops and wished that Castiel had taken her with him, or at least asked her size, before flying off to get some clothes for her. The light blue v-neck tee seemed to fit perfectly but the jeans were a size too big.

Marion pulled her ponytail holder tighter to her head, her long hair pulled out of her face, and stared expectantly at the men in front of her.

"Make a fist." Dean ordered, just as Marion was about to open her mouth to ask what they were doing. She rolled her fingers down and locked her thumb over them. "Punch Castiel."

"What?! I can't do that!" Marion exclaimed.

"He's an angel, Mare. You can't hurt him. Punch the damn angel." Dean instructed.

"Isn't this blasphemy? Won't I go to Hell for this?"

"He's fallen. Heaven doesn't care! Just punch him!" Dean shouted. Marion took a quick breath and let her right fist fly to the angel's jaw. "Which knuckles hurt?"

Marion rubbed the knuckles on her first and middle fingers. "These two."

"Perfect! Try it with the left hand." Sam encouraged. Castiel nodded to Marion.

Marion let her fist fly and winced as she came in contact with the angel's nose. Sam smiled, softly. "Your knuckles will harden, eventually. I-"

"Kick him." Dean interrupted.

Marion started to lift her right leg straight in front of her, but Dean shook his head. "A real kick! This isn't ballet, Mare. Kick him right. Like Dad taught me."

Marion's lips tightened in anger, as she threw her leg out to the side to come in contact with Castiel's stomach, making him sway a bit.

"That's good enough for now. This is a shotgun. We use it, mostly, for salt rounds to take down ghosts, but demons don't like salt, either." Dean said, tossing a sawed-off at her. Marion grabbed it from the air, then placed it on the ground.

"Why are you acting this way, Dean?" She questioned.

"What way?"

Marion looked at Sam who nodded, slightly.

"You're acting like Dad." Marion said, confidently.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Dean was glaring as Marion squared her shoulders.

"Yes, it is. You're being cold and rude. You haven't said a single encouraging word since we've been out here. So, yeah, it's an insult." Marion said, losing some of her steam toward the end of her response.

Dean leaned over to pick up the shotgun at her feet. "Well, lucky for you, I don't hear it that way. Dad did what he had to, to keep Sam and me safe." He shoved the shotgun back into her hands. "I'm just doing the same for you."

Marion immediately handed the shotgun to Sam. "I refuse to do this with you if you're going to act this way. If you want to apologize and treat me like your sister and not a soldier, I'll be in the library."

Marion stopped in front of Dean and quickly shot her leg out straight in front of her, coming in contact with Dean's groin. As he doubled over, she walked back toward the house. "And that is a real kick."

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Marion sat at Bobby's desk with a pile of books in front of her. She'd pulled down the first 10 tomes in English that she'd found and she was pouring over them, one at a time. She'd heard the Impala's engine fire up about 10 minutes after she came inside and Sam had walked in not long after. Marion heard whispers in the kitchen between Bobby and Sam, but neither had come to talk to her. Strange, how the 'emotionless' angel made her feel more welcome than anyone else.

Marion shook those thoughts away and continued reading. "Enjoyin' my readin' selection?" Bobby asked as he wheeled up in front of the desk.

She looked up and smiled. "I hope you don't mind. I've been reading the same 20 books since I was 17. Well, not quite, but you know what I mean. And there's a lot in these books. Knowledge that Dean couldn't pass to me because he's never read them."

Bobby chuckled. "Only time that boy opens a book is when Sam's life depends on it… or if he thinks it might have nude drawings."

Marion smiled politely, wanting to turn back to her book but not wanting to be rude. Bobby seemed a bit uncomfortable as he cleared his throat. "So, uh, I heard Dean went a little… John on ya."

Marion closed the text in front of her. "I know what my dad was like with them, Bobby. He was less a father and more a General. Dean doesn't get to be that. Not with me."

"Oh, I understand. John being that way is exactly what drove same away from him. Dean should know better." Bobby said, rolling over to a drawer and pulling out a pistol. "What do ya say, I teach ya how to shoot?"

Marion smiled. "Are you sure?"

Bobby handed her the pistol. "Yeah. You may not have spent your childhood here like the boys, but you're John's kid. Besides, I haven't been out much since I've been in this damned chair. You'd be doin' me a favor."

Her smile widened. "Thank you, Bobby. I'd really like that. Where should we go to practice?"

"Somewhere with a ramp. There's a place in Salt Lake I know. You think the angel would take us?"

"I'll ask him." She said, folding her hands and closing her eyes.

"Of course, I'll take you." Castiel said, appearing behind Bobby with a flutter of wings.

"Thank you, Castiel. I really appreciate this." Marion stood and handed the pistol back to Bobby. "Ammo?"

"All over the place, but closest is the bottom drawer." Bobby answered.

Marion grabbed a box of ammunition from the drawer and stood. "Ready!"

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Dean sat on Bobby's couch with a beer in his hand. It seemed mostly forgotten. His sister had said she wasn't a soldier. She knew. She knew that he'd been to the future. She knew that he'd been the leader of a group of soldiers in the aftermath of the Apocalypse. She knew that Sam had said yes… and that she hadn't been there. He couldn't figure out if she'd reminded him of Lucifer (wearing Sam) standing over Dean's corpse on purpose, or if it had just been his guilty conscience that made him cling to that image. He looked up as Castiel arrived with Marion and Bobby. "Where've you been?"

Marion glared and looked away from him. "Thank you for teaching me, Bobby."

"Any time, Marion." Bobby responded, putting the gun back in the desk.

"Wait, Mare." Dean called, standing and walking over to his sister. "I was a dick. I'm not your C.O. I'm your brother. I'm sorry."

Marion smiled, warmly. "I forgive you. You were just trying to emulate Dade. But… with your memories of combat, I have a pretty good handle on fighting and I hit the target every time… even hit the 10 spot twice. You don't have to worry about me, Dean. And you don't have to be a dick just because that's the only way Dad could show his worry for you."

Dean wrapped his arms around his sister and pressed his lips against her forehead. "Thanks for understanding."

She chuckled. "I've got 27 years of you in my head, Dean. I doubt anyone understands you as well as I do."

"Come on, break it up. I ain't havin' this Lifetime Movie shit in my house." Bobby bellowed, but his smile betrayed him.

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"I'm glad you two are getting along again, 'cause I think I've got a case." Sam said, setting his laptop down in front of Dean.

"Does this really say they ate each other?" Dean asked, a look of disgust spreading across his face.

"Ate each other?" Marion asked, turning the laptop to where she could see it. "How would they even… I don't… wouldn't they be in too much pain? How?"

"Definitely not natural." Sam responded, taking his laptop back.

"So, what could cause two people to do that? Witches?" Marion asked, trying to focus on something other than the images that rolled through her head.

"Maybe. It'd have to be some pretty strong mojo. Nothin' I've ever seen before." Bobby said. "So, what are you doing standin' around here? Get yer shit and get out."

Dean walked over to his duffle and picked up the strap. "Hey, Bobby. Do you mind-?"

"Don't you dare, Dean. I'm coming with you. I'm a good shot and not too bad at hand to hand. Please don't leave me behind." Marion said, grabbing the strap of the duffle from Dean's hand. Dean looked to the room for help, but Bobby looked away and Sam just shook his head.

"Fine. You can come. But don't complain if this one turns out nasty."

"Dean, I remember you stumbling into skin walker sheddings. I can handle… cannibals."

"Whatever. It's your choice. We're gonna have to get you a fed suit… and a badge. Are you sure you don't want to sit this one out and get everything together with Bobby?" Dean offered.

"I'll get a badge for her and overnight it to ya. You can stop at a department store on the way out there. Text me an address to send the badge to when you get there." Bobby said.

Marion smiled brightly and headed out to the car. "Am I right to be worried about this?" Dean asked.

"She'll roll with it, Dean. Can't leave her at Bobby's house forever. I mean, you don't want to be without her, right?" Sam said, patting Dean's shoulder.

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Marion was laying on the hood of the Impala, staring up at the stars in a cloudless night sky, an Eagles song playing softly on the car stereo. There was a sound of gravel shifting as Castiel stepped onto the shoulder of the road to stand next to the front of the car. Marion sat u and smiled at Cas. "Ya know, I think it's been months since I had a dream that didn't have an appearance from an angel."

"I could leave." Castiel said, with a completely straight face.

"No!" Marion exclaimed, grabbing Castiel's hand. "I mean, you are welcome here. I think I might've even prayed for you to come. If I'm going to have an angel invade, might as well be the angel who I like."

Castiel gave a small smile and then sat down next to her. "I don't recognize this song."

"It's, um, 'Lyin' Eyes' by The Eagles. Dean's not really an Eagles kinda guy so, you wouldn't have heard it. But this is my dream, so I can play whatever I want on his baby's radio." There was a sound of the stereo changing stations and then, it settled on a country song. "When I lived with the Cornwells, I listened to a lot of country. This is Reba McIntire, she's my favorite."

Marion closed her eyes and listened to 'Fancy' for a few more seconds before the station shifted again and 'Holy Diver' started playing. "I'm feeling much fonder of this music now. I didn't even know who Ronnie James Dio was until I got Dean's memories." She looked over to Castiel. "What we did, it's gonna change me, isn't it? It's already starting to."

"It will not change who you are, fundamentally, but… yes, little things, small aspects of your personality will change. I'm sorry. I should have warned you."

"It's okay. I mean, maybe I'm just getting a shot at being the person I would've been if the Cornwells hadn't taken me… I mean, if I hadn't died and they hadn't taken me. I'll just… go with it."

"You… aren't upset?" Castiel asked, surprised.

Marion shook her head. She looked up at the stars sparkling about them. "Why are you so nice to me?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've met a grand total of 3 angels. Lucifer mocked me and tried to use me against my brothers. Zachariah threatened me, made me hurt the closest thing I had to a father. But you… you help me. You fill me with calm when I start to panic. You bring me coffee when I haven't slept well. You were made to be a soldier, just like them, an emotionless servant of God. So, how did you end up so nice?"

"I'm not. I've done many things just like Zachariah does, followed blind orders. I had no concept of nice until I was charged with watching your brother and preventing the opening of the seals." There was a pause. "I suppose I'm nice to you for the same reason Zachariah and Lucifer were antagonistic to you. You are Dean's twin. This makes you important."

"Oh." Marion said, looking down and sliding off the hood.

"Have I upset you?" Castiel asked, following her off the hood.

"No. No, I mean, I should've know. I mean, Dean's the Michael sword. Sam's… whatever misleadingly weapon-sounding name you'd call Lucifer's vessel. I'm just… the twin who should've been hit by a truck. I'm… Castiel, I'd like to be alone in my dreamscape for a while."

"Of course." Castiel said, before disappearing.

Marion Opened the driver's side door and sat down. "That was… unpleasant." A familiar voice said in the back seat.

Marion turned to the white-haired woman in the blue floral print dress. "Missus?"

"You know, they never told us what we were saving you for… but I was positive there weren't going to be any boy troubles where-ever He needed you. I didn't prepare you for this."

"For Castiel? I don't think anything could've prepared me for crushing on an angel… an angel who seems to be crushing on my brother." Marion joked. "I definitely couldn't prepare for that."

Missus patted Marion's hand. "All of your social cues come from your brother's memories. We set you up to fail in the real world. We just never expected you to actually be in the real world."

"Knowing that you're just a dream, I can say this… Missus Cornwell, you got played. You were convinced, by an angel, to steal a child. I shouldn't be here, Cornwell. There is no place for me here. The only reason I was saved was to convince Dean to say 'yes' to Michael. I refuse to do that so I have no place in the Apocalypse. I am only important in the aspect of being an appendage of Dean Winchester! The one angel I've met who doesn't treat me terribly still sees me as just… Dean mark 2!"

"He can't see you as anything else, Marion. He's an angel. You don't think he could actually feel anything for you? I know his vessel is attractive and he's polite and helpful, but there is no chance of you meaning anything to him." Missus said. Pity filled her voice, but cruelty filled her eyes.

Marion glared and pulled her hand away. "I think I'm going to wake up now."

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Marion fought her urge to cry as her eyes opened in the back of the impala. "Are we there yet?"

Dean looked into the rearview mirror and tossed a protein bar at her. "3 hours out. Bobby called while you were asleep. He had his guy make you a few . He's going to send them to a motel Sam found off the interstate."

Marion nodded and stitched as well as she could. "Awesome." She looked down at the protein bar, disdainfully. "Any chance we could stop for pie somewhere?"

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Marion stood in front of the female victim's door, in her brand new blue pantsuit. She'd opted out of the visit to the morgue with Dean, choosing to cut her teeth on a simple questioning.

"You ready?" Sam whispered. Marion nodded, taking a deep breath. Sam knocked on the door and waited. As the brunette woman opened the door, Sam and Marion flashed their badges.

"Ma'am. I'm Agent Cliff, this is Agent Wilson. We'd like to talk to you about what happened to you roommate." Sam said. The roommate nodded and let them in. She was in the process of cleaning and packing.

"So… you were the one who found the bodies?" Sam asked.

The woman nodded. She looked like she was trying not to think about it. "There was blood everywhere… and… other stuff." An unmistakable look of disgust crossed her face. "I think Alice was already dead."

"But Russell wasn't?" Marion asked.

"I think he was, mostly, except… he was still sort of… chewing a little."

Sam nodded and made sounds of understanding. Marion to swallow away her disgust.

"How do two people even do that… eat each other to death?" Alice's roommate asked.

"I asked the same question." Marion muttered.

"It's a really good question. Now, the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically?" Sam asked.

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, did she seem… unusually hostile, aggressive?" Sam asked.

"No way. Alice never drank, never even swore. She was a nice girl. And I'm talking, like, a nice girl. Like, she still had her promise ring, if you know what I mean."

"She was a virgin?" Marion asked, trying not to feel upset that she, too, was a 'nice girl'.

"No premarital. I used to wonder how she did it. I mean, you know, didn't do it. It was her first date in months. She was so excited."

Sam turned to Marion. "Apparently, they were both pretty excited."

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Sam walked into their motel room, Marion following behind.

"How'd it go?" Dean asked, looking up from the file on his lap and at his siblings.

Sam shook his head. "No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out."

"Hm. That's where I was putting my money." Dean said.

"Nope."

"I'm still sayin' witches." Marion said, flopping down on one of the beds.

"It's too big for witches." Sam responded, taking off his coat.

"Well, then what, then?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, dude! At the coroner's… you guys didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a-and they just… kept going." Dean wasn't even trying to hide his disgust. "I mean, their stomachs were full. Like… like Thanksgiving dinner full. Talk about codependent." Dean took a drink of his beer and grimaced.

Sam sat at the little table and pulled his laptop in front of him. "Well, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight. All right. I'm just gonna go through some files. Marion is, obviously, catching up on her sleep. You can go ahead and get going."

"Sorry?"

"Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning."

Dean looked confused. "Where am I going?"

"Dean, it's Valentine's Day. You favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you call it… uh, 'unattached drifter Christmas'?"

Dean nodded, then shrugged. "Oh, yeah. Well, be that as it may… I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year."

Marion sat up and raised an eyebrow at her twin. "So, you're not into bars full of lonely women?"

"Nah. I guess not." Dean took a sip of his beer and sighed. "What?"

Sam looked over to Marion, then back to Dean. "It's when a dog doesn't eat, that's when you know something's really wrong."

"Remarkably patronizing concern, duly noted. Nothing's wrong." Dean looked between Marion and Sam. "We gonna work or what?"

Marion couldn't help but cast a worried look at Dean. This was so unlike him.

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The next morning, they read about another double suicide and headed to the morgue. As they were heading to the basement, a bald man in a suit walked past. Sam's eyes followed him, hungrily.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Sam said, as the three of them walked through the door.

"Agent Marley, you just can't stay away." Dr. Corman, the round gray-haired medical examiner said.

"Heard you tagged another double suicide." Dean responded.

"Well, I just finished closing them up."

"Dr. Corman, this is my partner, Special Agent Cliff." Dean gestured to Sam, then Marion. "And Agent Wilson."

"Agent Cliff. Agent Wilson. I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples."

Sam nodded slightly. "Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?"

"Not at all." Corman opened the door to refrigerator. "But like I said, their… Good-n-Plenties are already Tupperware."

"Super." Sam said, trying to ignore the nasty feeling that jumped into his throat.

The doctor threw a keyring at Dean. "Leave the keys with Marty up front. And please, Lady and Gentlemen, refrigerate after opening." He said, pulling on his jacket and walking out.

Dean smiled and Marion could tell he'd taken a shine to the old M.E. He walked forward and started pulling labeled containers from the fridge and handing them to Sam. As he grabbed the last one and walked over to a metal table, Dean shot a look to their sister. He might have warned her that this case would be gross, and she might have put on a brave face at the time, but the face she wore now said, 'Dean, please don't make me do this on my very first case'.

"Hey, Mare. I know you're eager to get elbows deep in organs, but I'm freakin' parched. I saw a Coke machine on the way in. you mind grabbing me a soda?" Dean asked, pulling out a few singles from his suit pocket.

Marion gave a small sigh of relief and grabbed the bills." Anything for you, Sam" When Sam shook his head, Marion walked out, eager to leave.

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As Marion approached the door to the morgue, a Coke in one hand and a Dasani water in the other, she heard the unmistakable gravel of Castiel's voice.

"You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples, as well."

"So, what are they?" Sam asked. "I mean, what do they mean?"

"It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate."

As Castiel spoke, Marion's cheeks flushed and a warmth spread across her body. Marion twisted the top off of her water bottle and drained it, before leaning against the wall in an attempt to catch her breath. She knew what she was feeling; she'd felt a mild form of it during her teen years when the Cornwells had allowed her to watch a show called 'Saved by the Bell' and she'd developed a crush on Zach Morris.

But this was a million times stronger than the dream-and-hormone fueled arousal she'd felt toward that fictional character. Her brain drowned her brothers' speaking out but captured every word Castiel spoke like he was wearing a microphone hardwired to her brain.

"Well, your people call them 'Cupid'." Mumbling from Sam. "What human myth has mistaken for 'Cupid' is actually a lower order of angel. Technically, it's a cherub, third-class." Incoherence from Dean. "Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them." More mumbling from Dean.

Marion took a deep breath and forced her mind to clear. This angel wanted nothing to do with her, he was emotionless and only nice to her because of Dean. Just like Zach Morris, it was useless to pine for him.

She came back to the present in time to hear Castiel say, "We have to stop him… before he kills again." and her brothers agree, incredulously. Marion took one last breath and walked through the door.

"So, what'd I miss?"

"Nothin'. Just… huntin' Cupid, now." Dean said, snatching his soda from her.

"Oh. Okay. Sure." She responded, avoiding looking at Castiel.

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The four of them sat in a restaurant that was decorated in pink and red and hearts. Marion was, unfortunately, unable to secure the seat on the end, away from Castiel, so she was analyzing every decoration and sign in the room. The waitress brought a salad for Sam, a burger for Dean, and a chicken piccata over angel hair for Marion, who was thankful for a new distraction.

Dean pulled the top bun off his burger and glanced at Castiel. "So, what, you happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?"

Castiel searched the room with his eyes. "This place is a nervous of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of-" His searching eyes landed on Dean's plate. "-of garden the Cupid will come to- to pollinate."

Dean looked at his burger, disinterested, and then pushed the plate slightly.

"Wait a minute. You're not hungry?" Sam asked. This brought Marion's attention to Dean, as well, pulling her from her thoughts questioning how many layers of clothing Castiel had under that coat.

"No." Dean responded. When Sam and Marion continued to stare, he got louder. "What? I'm not hungry."

"Then, you're not gonna finish that?" Castiel asked, reaching across the table to take the plate. Just as he was about to take a bite, he sighed slightly and looked across the room. "He's here."

"Where? I don't see anything." Sam responded.

"There." Castiel pointed out a couple just beginning to kiss.

"The 'same side of the booth' couple over there?" Dean asked.

"Meet me in the back." Castiel said, before disappearing.

Sam and Dean both jumped up quickly to head to the restaurant's back room, but Marion stood slowly. She was sure that she didn't want to be around a Cupid in her current state.

"Cas, where is he?" Dean asked as Marion approached the doorway.

"I have him tethered." Castiel responded before speaking Enochian. "Manifest yourself."

Marion walked in as Dean asked, "Where is he?" and a tall, chubby, nude angel appeared. He hugged Dean tightly.

"Here I am!"

Dean sounded breathless as he called for help. "Oh, help is on the way. Yes, it is. Yes, it is." Marion could almost see where the idea of Cupid as a baby came from, with all the baby talk. Cupid dropped Dean and moved for Castiel. "Hello, you!" Castiel was stiff as Cupid picked him up into the hug.

"This is Cupid?" Dean asked.

"Yes."

"And look at you." Cupid said, setting his sights on Sam. Sam turned to run but Cupid appeared in front of him and wrapped him in a hug, as well.

"Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?" Dean demanded, as Cupid set Sam down and looked, directly, at Marion.

"This is… their handshake." Castiel explained.

Marion put her hand up. "I'd rather you didn't, please. I was raised in a very modest environment. I was taught to feel shame in nudity. Being hugged by someone nude, angel or otherwise, would make me feel… dirty." She said.

"I don't like it." Dean said.

"No one likes it." Castiel said, as the Cupid patted Marion on the head, instead of hugging her, and walked in front of Cas and Dean with a contented smile.

"Mmm. What can I do for you?"

"Why are you doing this?" Castiel's voice cut through to Marion's brain again, forcing her to focus on making her brain clear. She found a counter and sat on it.

"Doin' what?"

"Your targets, the ones you've marked, they're slaughtering each other."

"What? They are?" Marion could tell Cupid was distraught, even across the room with her eyes closed.

Dean didn't seem to notice. "Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin' around, poppin' people with your poison arrow, makin' 'em murder each other."

"What we don't know is why." Marion closed her eyes tighter and wished Castiel would just stop talking.

"You think that I- Well, uh… I don't know what to say." Marion opened her eyes a bit as she heard the Cupid sobbing.

"Should… should somebody maybe… go talk to him?" Sam suggested.

Dean nodded and lightly hit Castiel with the back of his hand. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Give 'im hell, Cas."

Marion closed her eyes again and took a deep breath in anticipation of Castiel speaking. "Um… look. We didn't mean to, um… hurt your feelings."

"Love is more than a word to me, you know. I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't wanna be right!" Cupid said.

"Yes, yes. Of course. I, uh… I have no idea what you're saying." Castiel admitted.

"I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that, that's nothing to do with me. I-I was following my orders. Please, brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see."

After a few seconds, Castiel sighed. "He's telling the truth."

"Jiminy Christmas! Thank you."

"Wait, wait, you said… you said you were just following orders?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Whose orders?" Dean was being gruffer than normal.

"Whose?" Cupid laughed. "Heaven, silly. Heaven."

"Why does Heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Dean asked, as Marion made herself join the room again, opening her eyes and jumping off the counter.

"Oh, mostly, they don't. you know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies. Oh! Like yours." Cupid gestured to Sam and Dean.

"What?" Sam seemed surprised.

"Yeah. The union of John and Mary Winchester- very big deal upstairs. Top priority arrangement."

The rage rolled off Dean in waves. "Are you saying you fixed up our parents?"

"Well, not me, but… yeah. Well, it wasn't easy, either. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. But when we were done with them; Perfect couple."

"Perfect?" Marion put a hand on Dean's shoulder, hoping to calm her twin a bit.

"Yeah."

"They're dead!" Dean yelled, causing Marion to flinch.

"I'm sorry, but… the orders were very clear. You and Sam needed to be born. Your parents were just, uh… meant to be."

Marion didn't have time to dwell on the fact that she didn't 'need to be born', because the Cupid started singing and Dean pulled away from her to punch the cherub, who then disappeared, as Dean rubbed his knuckles.

"Where is he? Where'd he go?!"

"I believe you upset him." Castiel said.

"Upset him?!"

Marion rubbed her hands down her face as Sam picked a fight.

"Dean. Enough!"

"What?" Dean snapped.

"You just punched a Cupid!"

"I punched a dick!"

Sam looked at Marion, who shook her head vigorously. "Um… Are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately, or not?"

"Or not!"

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Author's note: Another chapter down. Awesome!