The rain was coming down. Marion watched it from the window in Bobby's study. She hadn't seen a storm like that since the night she made love to Castiel. Something bad was happening in Heaven. Sam walked in with a stack of books as Dean emptied the last drops of whiskey into a glass.

"Where's Bobby?"

Dean nodded toward the window. "In town, supply run."

"In this?" Sam was surprised.

"Yeah, man's a hero. We are officially out of hunter's helper." Dean said, gesturing with his empty bottle. The boys looked around the room as lightning filled the room with white light.

"Hello, Boys. And Girl." Marion turned to the sudden voice. Balthazar. Morally dubious, but still, one of Cas' angels. "You've seen 'The Godfather', right?" He asked, walking around the room.

"Balthazar..." Dean's voice was unsure.

"I haven't." Marion said, walking over to the desk, cautiously.

"You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop?" The angel asked, pulling out a big ancient bowl and setting it on Bobby's desk.

"Hey!" Dean shouted as Balthazar grabbed a box of salt from Bobby's shelf.

"Dead Sea brine. Good, good, good." Balthazar poured the salt into the bowl and continued his synopsis. "You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door?"

"I said 'Hey'."

"You did. Twice. Good for you." The angel patted Dean on the shoulder in the most condescending way possible. "Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb."

He disappeared, suddenly at the fridge. "Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb!" He was holding a mason jar that was stained red with its contents.

"Why are you talking about 'The Godfather'?" Sam asked.

Balthazar was suddenly at the bowl again. "Because we're in it. Right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone, the archangel, Raphael." He opened the jar and began pouring it in.

"What do you mean?" Marion asked. "I'm getting the gist of danger, but, uh, what are you..." She cut herself off as he started rifling through Bobby's desk, taking the drawer out and dumping the contents into the chair.

"No, no, no. No, no, no, no. Yes! Bone of a lesser saint. This vertebra will do very nicely." He held up a plastic bag with a vertebra in it. "Your Mr. Singer does keep a beautiful pantry."

"Wait. Raphael is after you?" Dean asked.

"Raphael is after us all." He crushed the bone in his fist right into the bowl. "You see, he's consolidated his strength. And now, he's on the move."

"And where's Cas?" Sam asked.

Balthazar brought the bowl over to the window Marion had been staring out of a few minutes before. "Oh, Cassie? He is deep, deep underground. So, good old Raphie put out a hit list on every last Samaritan who helped our dear Cas, including the two of you... and, of course, the girlfriend. And so much more importantly, me. See, he wants to draw Cas out in the open."

"And you expect us to just believe you?"

"Oh, don't." He replied, beginning to draw a sigil on the window. "You'll go where I throw you either way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The twins asked.

The angel looked around the room, warily. "That's all the time we have, gentlemen." He said, walking up to them and pulling open his jacket to reveal a fresh blood stain on his grey v-neck shirt. "Where is it?"

"Whoa. What happened there?" Dean asked.

"Oh. Garish, I know." He pulled something out of his inside pocket. "You see, Uncle Raphie sent one of his nastiest to handle me. I'm flattered, actually... and down a lung at the moment, but that's all right. Oh, here's for you." He said, holding out a key in front of Sam.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Run with it." He said, before he was thrown across the room by an unseen force. From the kitchen, another angel stalked in. "Virgil. I said run!" Balthazar shouted, before telekinetically pushing the Winchester's through the window.

Marion knew they were somewhere else as soon as she came to. She was nowhere near her brothers. Looking around, she appeared to be in a closet. She stood, brushing off her jeans. She approached the door, cautiously and looked out. Images of the haunted movie set hit her. This was a production stage. Across the stage, she could see a set that looked vaguely familiar, Bobby's study. *Where the hell did you send us, Balthazar?*

Marion left the closet and walked across the stage. Her mentality was the same as with any unknown situation, 'Act like you belong here'. She carried herself with confidence, until she saw her brothers. She rushed up to them and smiled. "I'm so glad to see you. Where the hell are we?"

Sam wrapped an arm around her. "Thank God you're okay." He released her and got back into the conversation with Dean. "I was just saying... Here, wherever 'here' is, this... this Twilight Zone Balthazar zapped us into... for whatever reason, our life is a TV show."

"Why?" Dean asked, like he couldn't understand.

"I don't know."

"No, seriously. Why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?"

Marion scoffed. "Sex appeal, adventure, violence. Just like those damn books. But no, why would anybody watch that?"

"Well, I mean, according to that interviewer, not very many people do. Look, I'm not saying it makes sense. I'm just saying, we... we landed in some dimension where you're Jensen Ackles, and I'm something called a 'Jared Padalecki'."

"And I don't exist." Marion said. Sam opened his mouth, but she shook her head. "I don't exist in Chuck's books, either, so... it's fine. It might be better this way. I'll fly under the radar, right? Who pays attention to the PA?"

Dean nodded at her and they all started walking toward a door marked 'exit'. "Wait, 'Padalecki'? So, what, now you're Polish? Is any of this making sense to you? Oh, hey. Least my baby made it." Dean said as their eyes fell on a black Impala.

Dean looked offended as a crew member started to toss mud on the windshield. "Hey. Hey! What..." His face fell when he noticed the three identical Impalas just down from the first. "I feel sick. I'm gonna be sick." He said, before walking away.

"I want to go home. I feel like this whole place is bad-touchin' me."

"Yeah I know. Me, too. So, what do you think? Cas?" Sam suggested.

Marion wasn't feeling the heebies like they were, but she shrugged as they stopped in a doorway. "He's our best bet, assuming Raphael hasn't killed him."

"Dear Castiel, who art maybe running his ass away from Heaven..." Dean started, quietly. "We pray that you have your ears on. So... Breaker, breaker." He looked at Sam like he needed words, then looked through the doorway and saw Castiel. "Cas? Cas!"

Marion stayed behind. She had never liked to see people embarrass themselves. Her brothers obviously hadn't learned to tell an angel from a human. She knew that wasn't her... wasn't their Castiel. It was just the actor who played him on TV. She watched from the door of the 'barber shop' as her brothers had a hushed conversation with the man. She decided to walk over when the man pulled out a small packet of papers, his script. As she walked up, the Castiel look alike had just finished unbuttoning his suit shirt to reveal a powder blue shirt that said Namaste. He was so not Castiel that Marion had to smirk.

"You guys wanna run lines or..." He asked.

"His name's Misha. Misha?" Dean growled.

"Oh, wow. Just... great." Sam muttered, taking the key back as they started to walk away.

"Misha? Jensen? What's up with the names around here?" Dean ranted, Marion catching up and matching their stride.

"Misha is Russian, I believe. Jensen... sounds Slavic." Marion said.

"I don't care. I just want to dig my finger in my brain and scratch until we're back in Kansas." Dean said as they stalked through the lot.

"Hey." Sam pointed at a huge Cardinal trailer. "J. Ackles."

"That's fake me!"

"Yeah." Sam said.

"This must be fake mine." He said, gesturing at it.

"Let's take a load off, then." Marion said, walking toward the door. She opened it and held it for the two 'stars'.

Dean smiled, goofily. "Dude. I have... a helicopter." He gestured to the 3 foot long remote controlled helicopter.

"Whoa. Who puts a 300 gallon aquarium in their trailer?" Sam asked.

"Apparently, Jensen Ackles." Dean responded.

Marion sat at a little black table in front of a laptop. "Okay, let's see who this guy is."

"Well, he's not a hunter, but he plays one on TV." Dean said as Sam and Marion looked at the laptop. "Oh, come on." He leaned over to a coffee table and picked up a magazine. "Look at these male-modelin' sons of bitches. Nice 'Blue Steel', Sam."

"Hey. Apparently, it's our job."

"All right, here we go. It says.. you're from Texas." Marion said, from behind the laptop screen.

"Really?" Dean threw the magazine back on the table and began to examine the shelves.

"And, uh, oh. Says you were on a soap opera."

"What?" Dean rushed to the computer as Sam reached over to play a clip from Days of Our Lives. Something about watching himself acting in a soap seemed to hurt Dean, because he shut the laptop midway through it.

"I don't like this universe, man. We need to get out of this universe."

"Yeah. No argument here. But I don't think our, our prayers are reaching Cas. Or the real Cas."

"Well, I agree. I think we are definitely out of, uh, soul-phone range. But..."

"What?" Sam asked.

"If we can reverse Balthazar's spell. I watched every move." Dean said, sketching out the sigil on a pad of legal paper. "We just, uh, get the ingredients, right, get back to that same window, and... there's no place like home."

"Look, you guys work on that. I'm gonna go research. See if there's anything in this world that might... you know, throw us for a loop. Mind if I borrow your laptop, Jensen?" Marion asked.

"Haha, very funny. It's 'Mr. Ackles' to you, ya PA bitch slave."

Marion stood, grabbing the laptop and putting it under her arm. "Good luck with the spell, 'Mr. Ackles'. Let me know if you need anything." She ruffled Sam's hair as she walked toward the door of the trailer.

"Hey. I don't think our cell phones get reception in Bizarro-land. Where are you gonna be?" Dean asked.

"Somewhere with free wifi. The closest Starbucks or the like. How about, you just work through your side and I'll work through mine, we'll meet back here tomorrow morning?"

"Where are you gonna stay?" Sam asked.

"I'm a hunter. I'll find a place to bed down, boys. Don't worry about me, ya big TV stars. I'm just a lowly PA bitch slave." She waved a little as she walked out the door to the trailer.

Marion sat in a Starbucks with the laptop, researching the show and the world they were in, when Castiel's doppelganger walked in. He was wearing jeans and his Namaste shirt and a blue sweater. He ordered his coffee and stood at the end of the counter to wait for it. He smiled when his eyes fell on her. As soon as his order was done, he made a beeline for her little round table. "Hey. You're the new PA, right? I saw you shadowing J-squared. Didn't catch your name."

She smiled, shut the laptop and extended her hand. "Marion... Cornwell." She offered.

"I'm Misha."

"I know." She said. She'd researched him first. "I'd be pretty crappy PA if I didn't know the major players of the show, right?"

"Well, I wouldn't call myself a major player." He said, sitting down.

"You... you're kidding, right? I mean, Team Free Will. That's Dean, Sam, Cas, and Bobby. If you aren't a major player, I don't know who is. Other than Jared and Jensen, of course."

Misha smiled, brightly. "Where's your coffee?"

She looked down. "I just came up from the States, like with nothing. The job was a once in a lifetime thing, you know? I didn't bring any cash to exchange." She said, sheepishly.

"Hey, that's not okay. Let me buy you a coffee and, you know what, let me give you a few bucks..."

"I can't let you..."

"Look, I like helping people. Helping out someone who's part of the Supernatural Family? Well, that just makes my day." Misha said, standing up and walking back over to the counter.

Marion watched him as he ordered her a venti caramel something-or-other and she let out a little sigh at his bright smile. "This guy is so not Cas."

With the money Misha gave her and a wallet she picked off of a businessman on the streets of Vancouver, she was able to procure a single bed motel room. She was happy to have a bed to sleep in. The last thing she wanted was to hole up in an alley. Not in this strange place in the cold. She woke the next morning and headed to the set.

"Hey. Where'd you end up?" Sam asked as they walked up, a white box in hand.

"Motel."

"Where'd you get Canuck-y money?" Dean asked.

She opened her mouth, then smiled tightly. "Even big city Canadians are trusting. They don't protect themselves very well from bump and grabs. Where'd you guys stay?"

"Padalecki's mansion." Dean answered.

Marion bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Was his wife in?"

"Oh, you couldn't have warned us that he married Ruby?"

"No. I couldn't." She said, simply.

Sam handed her the box. "I need you to hold onto this for us... We, we have to go act. Misha has already been asking about it and I don't want to deal with that, okay?"

Marion took it and nodded once. "If there's anything else that I can do for you, Mr. Padalecki, you just let me know, sir." She said, bright and loud.

Misha stuck his head out the door and smiled that bright smile. Marion found herself loving that smile. Her Cas never smiled like that. He walked over, phone in hand. "Hey, guys, Bob needs us to get ready. How are you today, Marion?" He asked.

Marion blushed a little at the attention. "I'm good, thanks, Mr. Collins."

"Oh, come on. I told you yesterday. It's Misha." He said, patting her on the back.

"Okay. Misha."

"All right. Well, Craft tent for lunch?" He asked. She nodded. Misha clicked his tongue and walked back on the set.

Marion avoided her brothers' gazes. "Are you... and Misha... Did..." Sam started.

"Pretty sure he's married." She muttered, turning away from them.

"And you have the real deal back home, right?" Dean prodded.

"Do I?" She asked, before walking away.

Marion watched as her brothers butchered acting. They were much better at improv, lying on the fly. They were so stiff that it made her want to laugh, but judging by the reactions of those around her, she would have been met with glares if she allowed that to happen. She walked onto the set as soon as Kevin yelled 'Moving on!'. She handed the box to Dean as Misha tapped out a Tweet on his phone.

"IMHO, J and J had a late one last night. ROTFLMAO." Misha said as he typed. He looked up at Marion. "Hey, I think we're wrapped for now, lunchtime. Accompany me to craft?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. Marion bit the inside of her cheek before nodding at Misha. "Can I get you anything from the Craft Services Tent, Mr. Ackles? Mr. Padalecki?"

"No, but... be back here in 20." Dean demanded.

"See what I can do, Mr. Ackles." She said, walking out with Misha.

"There are so many benefits to kale. It's this amazingly underrated green." Misha said, drinking a green smoothie.

"Okay, but it's, like, super bitter. I get that it's healthy, but... I'll take a multivitamin."

"Seriously? Taste this." He said, pushing his straw toward her face.

She sighed and took the drink, sucking on the straw and making a conscious effort not to show her disgust when the smoothie made it into her mouth. She swallowed and nodded, handing the cup back. "Pretty okay."

"You're lying." He said, with a giggle.

*My god, he just giggled.* "Yes, I am."

Misha pulled out his phone. "'That- moment- when a pretty- woman- pretends- to like- something- just to have something- in common. Winky face.'" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Twitter. Do you... do you tweet?"

She shook her head. "I'm not into the whole social media thing. I think, with the exception of my work environment, I'm kind of a Luddite."

"Do you have a phone? I can show you how cool..."

Marion pulled out the burner T-mobile phone she'd bought the night before and handed it over to him. He tapped on her phone's screen a couple times before handing it back to her. She was faced with a blue screen and a list of short blurbs.

"See, this is all the stuff that I think of throughout the day, you know? I have hundreds of thousands of followers. It's pretty cool."

Marion scrolled through the tweets, mostly random thoughts. "This is... interesting." *Does he have nothing better to do than tell the internet about everything he sees, thinks, or eats?*

"If you set up a Twitter, you can follow me and set up alerts for all my tweets! Then, you can always know what's going on."

Marion nodded. "I'll make sure to do that. You've got several scenes after lunch, right? I'll set myself up with a tweeter while you work."

"Twitter." He corrected with a laugh.

"Right." Marion looked down at her watch. 20 minutes had long passed. She stood. "I have to... Mr. Ackles asked that I be back about 5 minutes ago. I'm going to see if he still needs me."

Misha nodded and waved as she walked away. She walked onto the set to see the window demolished. They had jumped through without her. She walked over to Bob, who was pacing back and forth. "Excuse me, sir. Mr. Ackles asked me to run an errand for him. Is he around?"

"He destroyed the set with Jared and then they ran off toward his damn trailer, probably to do more of whatever drugs they have been bingeing on."

She nodded and rushed out toward the trailer. She knocked, tentatively, unsure if her brothers were themselves.

"What?!" Dean's voice shouted.

"Mr. Ackles? I've got the new pages." She shouted.

"Marion, get in here." Sam called.

She opened the door and climbed onto the trailer. "You guys jumped through that window without me. You tried to leave me here."

"We would have sent someone back for you. Besides, I told you 20 minutes. And you seem like you might be happier here with your Cas look-alike."

"I am happy here. There's nothing here trying to kill us! Far as I can tell, this place is completely normal. And that guy, Misha, he smiles. He actually fucking laughs and I'm a bit taken with the sound of it, but you don't get to leave me behind!"

"Well, it didn't work, okay? Don't get all upset."

"Don't get all-" She let out a shaky breath. "You wanting to leave me in the hospital was one thing. You leaving me at Bobby's while you went dragon hunting, at least that was understandable, but this? This is leaving your twin sister in another universe."

"Hey, it's a safe place. This place is normal, you said so yourself. You would be safe here from Eve, from Raphael, from whatever else might happen. And there's happy Misha here." Dean said.

"Oh, my god, you did it on purpose. You decided to leave me here."

"We just thought... maybe it's better this way. Better here for you. You don't exactly... seem okay in our world." Sam interjected.

"You'd be safe."

"If I wanted safe, I would have stayed in Florida! I was told to stay in Florida, to stay away from you assholes..." Tears stung her eyes. She shook her head, mostly at herself. "I'm gonna go."

"Go where?" Sam asked.

"Somewhere else. That's what you want. That's what Chuck said God wanted. God may not be in this universe, but... might as well. Better late than never."

"Mare..." Dean started.

"Nope." She put her hand up to silence him. ""I'm done playing the PA Bitch Slave. In this universe and in ours."

She walked out of the trailer and straight to the trailer labeled 'M. Collins.' and knocked. "Hey, Marion. Come on in, buddy." He said.

"Oh, I, uh, I just came to say 'goodbye'. Mr. Ackles just fired me, so... I'm going home to Florida."

"Aw. I'm so sorry. That's terrible. I mean, not Florida. Florida's pretty nice, but getting... let go."

"Yeah. You just... you were really nice to me when you definitely didn't have to be, so I wanted to thank you before I left."

"Well, you're welcome, of course. I'm sad that you have to go, but unfortunately, that's how the world works, right?"

Marion nodded. "You're a really nice guy, Mr. Collins." She smiled and started to stalk off the lot.

Marion was sitting in her motel room when her phone went off with a Twitter alert. "Ever get that feeling someone's in the back seat?" She read aloud. "Oh, no. Tweeted an hour ago." She stood, then sat back down. She didn't know where to start looking for him to help. Instead, she opened up the laptop and pulled up a Vancouver crime blotter. Top result was a body found in an alley not too far from the set.

"Damn it!" She said, shutting the laptop and heading out on foot to the alley. As soon as she got there, she saw her brothers talking to a homeless man at the opposite mouth of the alley. She walked down.

"What did it say?" Sam asked as she walked up.

"Well, it didn't make any sense."

"Try us." Marion said. Dean nodded at her.

"The voice said for Virgil to return tomorrow at 'the place where he crossed over' at the 'time of the crossing' and Raphael would 'reach through the window and take him and the key home'."

"Uh, okay. Hey, thank you." Dean said, pulling a stack of Canadian bills out of his jacket and handing a 50 over. The homeless man rushed away and the Winchesters huddled.

"Uh, guys, if Virgil gets back with that key, Cas is dead and our world is toast."

"Then we stop him." Marion said.

"I mean, how bad can an angel with no wings be?" Dean agreed.

"So, what do we do until tomorrow?" Sam asked.

"Same as always. We hole up and plan." Marion suggested.

"We can't hole up at Padalecki mansion. We wouldn't be able to concentrate over Ruby's wailing." Dean groaned.

"Her friend just died, dude. Show some damn empathy."

"That guy was a douche-bag. With his Namaste shirt and his... Blackberry phone. Come on..."

"He was nice, and now he's dead. I can understand Mrs. Padalecki wailing. If I were less of a Winchester, I'd be wailing, too. Listen, I've still got that motel room. It's only one bed, but we can sleep like hunters tonight, come in bright tomorrow for our deal with Virgil."

Her brothers nodded and followed her out of the alley.

Marion stepped out of the motel shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She walked out of the bathroom and sat on the little couch. Dean walked in, carrying her clothes. "Took 'em to the laundromat." He said, throwing them at her.

"Thanks."

"Hey. About earlier-" Dean started, sitting on the bed.

"Stop. I get it. I mean, I don't like it, but I think... I think you really think that you'd have sent Cas or somebody to come get me once everything dies down on the other side." She leaned forward, holding the towel up. "But things will never die down over there. It will never be the way it is here. There will always be some impending disaster. Please don't push me down for my safety. Please."

Dean nodded. "You're strong. I shouldn't've ever... I love you, Mare. I was a dick."

She smiled and picked up her clothes. "Nothin' new, Mr. Ackles."

"Funny."

The next day, the twins paced back and forth in the set of Bobby's study. Sam stood by the wall.

"You know that if we drop Virgil, get the key, then this might be it. We might be stuck here."

Sam swallowed and shook his head, slightly. "No, we'll figure out a way back."

Dean paced back to the window. "Yeah. You wouldn't be that broken up if we didn't, though."

Sam's eyebrows knit together, creating large wrinkles in his forehead. "What? Don't be stupid."

Dean turned and paced back. "Well, I'm just sayin'. No hell below us, above us only sky."

"Dean, our friends are back there."

"Yeah, but here, you got a pretty good life. I mean, back home, the hits have been coming since you were 6 months old. You gotta admit, being a, a bazillionare, married to Ruby, the whole package. It's no contest."

"No. You know, you were right." Sam said, turning to Dean. "We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we're not even brothers here, man. Marion doesn't even exist."

Dean gave a little smile. "All right, then. Let's get our crazy show back home."

"Virgil will be here any minute." Marion said, pulling her dark blue denim jacket closed. A sound of a shotgun blast rang out from the lot. She chuckled. "As if on cue."

As several more blasts came through the air, the Winchesters left the room to flank the angel.

"Hey!" Sam shouted, bringing his arms out to leave his chest open. Virgil brought up his shotgun, shooting a blast at Sam as Dean tackled him through a fake wall into a 'motel room'. Marion followed behind, picking up the Glock and climbing through the hole in the wall. Sam came in from the door and the brothers took turns beating Virgil senseless. Sam pulled the key out of the angel's pocket as Marion watched a familiar red sigil appeared on the window behind them. Noticing the fear on their sister's face, the brothers turned to the window.

"Raphael. Run!" Sam shouted, but none of them had a chance to move before they were pulled by Raphael's unseen grace through the window.

They landed on glass and asphalt, pain stinging through them. They looked up in time to see a black woman in a pantsuit and heeled boots walking forward. "You three... have the strangest luck."

The Winchesters stood into shaking fighting stances.

"Raphael?" Dean asked. "Nice meatsuit. Dude looks like a lady."

"Angels are-" Marion was cut off by Raphael squeezing a fist and her intestines feeling like they were in a vice. She and her brothers all fell to their knees.

"The key." Raphael said, bending over and picking the orange key off of the ground.

"And that will open you a locker at the Albany bus station." Marion's eyes shot up at the sound of Balthazar's voice. She began to stand again, helping Dean up as she went.

"Really?" Raphael didn't seem to believe Balthazar.

"You see, I needed a modest decoy to make it more convincing."

"Give me the weapons."

"Sorry, darling. They're gone."

"What?!"

"I said, too bloody late. You see, they were so well-hidden that I needed time to find them. So, I volunteered these three marmosets for game of fetch with Virgil. You lot were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you, boys."

"You've made your last mistake." Raphael threatened.

"Oh, I've got a few more up my sleeve, honey."

Raphael advanced on Balthazar, her hand raising to smite him. Castiel suddenly appeared across the lot. "Step away from him, Raphael. I have the weapons now. Their power is with me." Marion grabbed Dean's arm and watched wide-eyed as lightning flashed, revealing the shadow of Castiel's outstretched wings.

"Castiel."

"If you don't want to die tonight..." Castiel walked forward, menacingly. "... Back off."

Raphael disappeared and Balthazar turned to Castiel. "Well, Cas, now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." He said, before disappearing, too.

"Cas, what the hell?" Sam exclaimed as Cas stalked over and placed hands on the brothers. All three Winchesters appeared next to the broken window at Bobby's house. "Wait, wait, you were in on this? Using us as a diversion?"

Castiel turned his back and walked a few steps away from them. "It was Balthazar's plan." He defended, then seemed to think better of it. "I would have done the same thing."

"That's not comforting, Cas." Dean growled.

Marion's heart hurt to look at him. She hadn't seen him since the night they made love and for him to show up in this capacity, after everything... it hurt.

Castiel turned to them. "When will I be able to make you understand? If I lose against Raphael, we all lose. Everything."

"Yeah, Cas. We know the stakes. That's about all you've told us!" Dean shouted against the sound of the rain.

"I'm sorry about all this." Castiel said, looking between the Winchesters. "I'll explain when I can." He said, preparing to fly away.

Marion lurched forward, grabbing his wrist. "You'll explain when you can? That's not good enough. Not after what we just went through." They were suddenly out in the salvage yard, in the rain. Marion looked up at the falling droplet before running her hand over her face. It did nothing to get the water out of her eyes. "I can't... I can't do this!"

Castiel stared at her. She pushed him, both hands against his chest, but he didn't move. "You just had Balthazar send us to a place with no magic, no mojo, no God, or grace. You used us as distraction, sent us away to a place that we might not have been able to get back from and the best you can give us is 'I'll explain when I can'? We deserve more. I deserve more."

"Why?" He asked. His voice was clear even through the rain. "Why do you deserve a different answer than I gave your brothers? Because we have had intercourse?"

"Jeez, Cas, call it 'sex'! And yes, because we are in a relationship. At least, I think we are. I don't ask about your war. I don't want the particulars, but I just..." She panted against her anger. "I haven't even seen you since Dean got Sam's soul back and then, suddenly you're using me as part of a wild goose chase? I thought we had something and we don't even... I know you've been around, I have the book and the rose, but... Do you even care, anymore?"

Castiel stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands and pressing his lips to hers. "Of course, I care." He mumbled against her lips.

Marion felt tears prickling at her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, Castiel. It's just... it's been so hard. I miss you. I haven't even seen you since... the day I came back to be with Dean and Sam. I... I just... " She brushed her lips against his. "I feel like I did something wrong."

"Not at all."

"Was I bad? In bed, was I bad?" It came out barely more than a whisper.

"No. I don't have a lot of reference, but... no." Castiel said, pulling away from her a little. "You know, I have to leave. There's planning to do... but, don't worry. I promise I will explain when I am able."

Marion was left standing alone in the rain. She sighed and started to walk toward Bobby's house. "Well, that show was missing out on some grade A drama by leaving my character on the cutting room floor."