Disclaimer: If I actually owned them…. There's no telling what would happen ( probably kill Sam with a straw, do fun stuff with Dean, and steal Cas away to be mine forever….). So I do not own them, they belong to Mr. Kripke, and the song quote, as stated belongs to Dusty Springfield.

Chapter Two- Not Always What It Seems

"Wishing and hoping and dreaming and praying." - Dusty Springfield

Somewhere in Arizona

"He's an asshole, Dean. Plain and freaking simple."

A flutter of wings and Castiel stood in the wreaked hotel room, staring at Sam with a slightly tilted head.

"I hope your not talking about me again," the angel said with raised brows. Dean chuckled from the corner and took another sip of beer.

"No Cas, of course not. I was, uh, talking about the Trickster. He, uh, you know…"

"Sure, Sam," Castiel said before plopping, very un-angel-like, into an overstuffed chair. "So what is it?"

Dean and Sam exchanged glances before shrugging. "He doesn't look drunk," Dean noted, raising a brow.

In his chair, Cas sighed. "If you guys just called for a little make-fun-of-Castiel session, I'm leaving." The angel began to rise out of his chair, face masked with a scowl.

The two brothers looked at the pale man before laughing.

"No. Wait, Cas. We really did need you. We think we might of found something. Or rather, a person Dean knows did," Sam revealed after sobering up. He stood and brought a map over to the place where the angel stood, stretching it out on the coffee table.

Castiel stared at the map before giving up. "Well what is it?" he asked in his usual monotone.

"Another angel that is trying to find their way to Earth," Dean answered, watching Castiel closely.

"Really," Cas replied, blinking, not catching Dean's piercing gaze.

"Yes, really. We don't need anymore angels, do we? Especially not one's taking over another Winchester." Dean's gaze flicked to Sam, a bit worried.

Cas looked up confused. "Another Winchester. There's more of you? Or is this one trying to ger into Adam as well?"

"Lilyane," Dean answered. As expected, Sam's head questioningly. "Our sister." Dean's eyes strayed from Sam and back to Cas.

"Sister? I did not know you had another sibling."

"Oh, well Cas, you and I are in the same boat. But you, being almighty angel, should have known, right?" asked the younger brother. One of his light brows were raised as he glared at the two others.

"Well no, Sam. I thought we already covered that."

Sam rolled his eyes but went back to his task, a new air about him. As he finished that he went on to start loading a gun.

"So you don't know who this angel is? What's his purpose?" Dean asked as he finished the last bit of his beer. He looked at it, willing the bottle to fill back up, before sighing and sitting it back down.

"Not exactly in the loop anymore, Dean," the angel said, scratching the back of his neck. "Is this all?"

"Got a hot date?"

Castiel looked at his charge and frowned. Hot date? "I do not understand. Why would a day would be hot? Are you referring to the temperature, because it is the middle of Autumn, Dean."

Sam laughed, in spite of himself, from his corner while Dean shook his head at the angel.

"Such a dork," the older Winchester said, grabbing another beer.

New Paltz, New York

"Lina?" Sarah called out to the quiet apartment, setting her keys to the side. "Lina!"

The girl walked through the spacious rooms, finding no sign of her small dog. "Lina, baby, come here girl. I've got food for you, darling." The brunette looked around in vain as she pulled her hair out of it's ponytail.

Making her way towards the kitchen, Sarah smiled, planning to put out some food for the small black and white Pekinese. Tilting her head to one side to pop her neck, Sarah made a detour to the bathroom to start a bath. Behind her a dark figure went by quickly, unnoticed by the young woman. While looking in the mirror, Sarah smiled to herself, her thoughts going back to the man downstairs. His tired blue eyes that had shone brightly through his pale skin and dark hair.

"I wonder if he's new to the building," she said aloud as the phone in the next room rang. She hurried out, going to grab it.

"Hello?" she answered, resuming her path to the kitchen.

"Sarah," came the voice of Maria, the new art dealer at the antique shop. Sarah recognized the voice anywhere. It was laced, however, with distress. "Sarah, have you heard from your father? He was supposed to be back two days ago…."

"Maria, You know how dad is," Sarah replied, entering the kitchen. "He probably missed his flight over a dollar amount." She headed to the pantry, taking out the bag of dog food as the Hispanic woman chattered on. "Maria, he'll be back, he always is."

Sarah poured the food in the bowl, looking around for the her little dog. Her brow furrowed, and the brunette looked. She stopped Maria, mid-sentence. "Hey Maria, I'm going to have to call you back. The young woman hung up on the older one, cautiously looking around the corner. Making a snap decision, the woman moved through the house, grabbing for a fire poker as she passed it. Raising it above her head, she stood a deep breath. "Come, on, where are you."

A thump from behind her made the brunette jump and turn. The closet. Gulping and running her tongue over her lips, Sarah raised the iron poker behind her. She reached for the closet, opening it wide and quickly swing her poker down only to knock into empty coat hangers. There was nothing in there. The girl relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief and turned face to face with her father. Something was off, however. His eyes. The whole entire eye was black.

"Daddy's home," the thing said with a smirk that didn't look at all right on the older man.

A/N

Alright, so how are you guys liking it all so far? And I hope that you guys like the song list…. Found it pretty cool. Those are the actual songs I'm listening to over and over (Yes even Beiber and JoBros, but only a few of their songs) Anyways, now that you've read and all, get to reviewing. Next chapter will be out as soon as I type it up…

Thanks!

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