"Shit, Cas!" Dean cursed, causing Sam to jump. "Stop being so sneaky"
"My apologies" Cas said in a monotone voice, his expressions never changing.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked still fuming letting his eyes drift back to the road.
"I am coming with you"
"Do you have any idea what we are dealing with? Have the angels said anything about it?" Sam turned around in his seat to face Castiel.
"I am no longer in contact with the angels, I hear whispers, but my connection has been altered." His facial expression did not change, but both boys knew he was upset.
The Impala pulled over onto the shoulder carefully, and the brothers got out cautiously. Dean popped open the trunk, grabed a knife and tossing them to Sam, who stuck them into his waist belt. Dean also stuffed some holy water, rock salt and his favorite sawed off shotgun into his bag before closing the trunk.
The trio stalked off through the woods, listening carefully for any sign of movement. The clearing was easy to spot, as the bartender had said, the police tape glowed in the moonlight.
The boys separated and searched the area for any missing clues the police could have missed. After finding nothing, the boys returned back to Cas, who had not moved while the boys scavenged.
"Well, that was pointless" Dean growled putting his flashlight into his back pocket, "Idiots cleaned the place"
"That not a nice thing to say" A deep voice bellowed from behind him.
The Winchesters whirled around guns drawn, poised to fire on the unwelcome guest. Behind the man stood two other men, both solemn.
"Put that down, Dean" The man commanded, gazing down at his ring on his finger. He rubbed his finger in slow circles. Dean reluctantly obeyed.
Cas was the first to break the silence. "Zechariah, what is this?"
Zechariah looked up at Cas. He took a step forward, motioning for his friends to stay.
"I was rather hoping you would come, Castiel. I have some...things... to speak with you of." Zechariah toyed.
"Did you kill all these people?" Cas said in his normal monotone voice, but the angel ignored him.
Zechariah's focus shifted back to the boys. "Still being a rebel, Dean? Or have you come to your senses. I will not hold it against you if you say yes to Michael now."
"Go to Hell" Dean breathed angrily.
"I have" Zechariah laughed taunting Dean. "I guess you will have to make a repeat visit to the future, to see where your choices will lead"
Zechariah stepped forward and raised his hand as if to touch Dean on the forehead. A flash of light appeared, blinding everyone. Zechariah, Sam, Dean and Castiel stepped backwards covering their eyes with their hands. Several feet in front of the brothers stood a muscular woman, average in height with wavy curls. Her stance made her seem like she was defending the Winchesters and Cas.
Zechariah recovered quickly, "What are you doing here?" His voice was laced with anger and face contorted in rage.
The woman said nothing, but seemed to be having a silent conversation with the four angels. She turned as if to ask a question to Castiel. Her dark eyes searching for an answer. He turned his face downward in response. Her face hardened in a disappointed way. She then looked back at the other angels taking a small step forward.
"You have no business interfering in the Lord's work" Zechariah cried, his escorts made a move towards her. She vanished as suddenly as she appeared, and reappeared in front of Sam and Dean.
"NO!" Zechariah yelled, racing towards her.
She placed her hands on the boys chest and with another flash of light, they disappeared leaving the four Angels alone. Zechariah's rage was uncontrollable, he turned to Cas.
"Where have they gone?" He cried out at Castiel.
"I do not know" He said and then vanished.
The boys gasped for breath, they felt like the wind had been knocked out of them.
"Sorry about that" Was all she said. She kept her head down and never look at the Winchesters. She walked a few yards away from them and turned her back on them.
The boys looked around confused. The clearing was very different from the one they had been in just moments ago. There were no lights, and an eerie feeling crept over the field. Dean's phone rang causing both Sam and Dean to jump.
"Hello?" Dean answered.
"Dean? It's Castiel. Where ..." Castiel appeared next to Sam.
"Could you stop doing that!" Dean said rubbing his temples.
Castiel turned his head towards the girl in silent conversation. She remained motionless, except for the steady rise and fall of her breath. A few moments later Cas turned back towards the brothers.
"Do you know her?" Sam asked glancing sideways at the mysterious woman.
"Yes" Was his only reply.
"Who is she then?" Dean asked agitated.
Just then as if called, the girl turned walking slowly towards the others, keeping to the shadows. She stopped several yards from Sam and Dean.
"This is Rar..." Cas started, but the mysterious woman cut him off.
"This is not the place for introductions, Castiel. Anyone hungry?" They could not see her face, but they could tell from her tone that she was smiling.
"I could go for some food..." Dean chimed in.
"How can you be thinking about food?" Sam scolded visibly shaken from the nights events.
There was a snapping noise behind the boys, and they both turned to find the Impala sitting as if it had been placed there on purpose. Sam and Dean looked turned back to question the woman, but she and Cas had both vanished.
"Shit" Dean cursed under his breath.
The two brothers walked to the 67' and drove off to find something to eat. They settled on a brightly lit waffle house, there were only two other people in the joint. The truckers glanced at them as they walked in, but turned their attention back to the coffee in front of them soon after.
Sam and Dean sat down at a booth and waited for the hostess to take their orders.
The door chimed as another person came in, Sam and Dean didn't even look up until the person was at their table.
"Aren't you going to ask us to sit down?" A woman asked impatiently tapping her foot.
The brothers looked up quickly. In front of Castiel the mysterious woman stood. Her hair was middle chest length and full of auburn waves. The hair that framed her face accentuated her dark, almost black eyes. They were surprisingly kind eyes. She was built like a gymnast, strong yet slender.
Sam stood to give her and Cas his seat, and he slid in next to Dean.
She was not shy in the least bit. "Where is the waitress?" Her tone was happily amused. And as if called the waiter walked over.
"Can I get a chocolate chip waffle?" She smiled. She waited patiently as the boys ordered, interrupting only to order Cas a cup of coffee.
"I don't need a coffee" Castiel argued. She just looked at him and smiled.
"So... who are you?" Dean asked fingering his hidden gun.