Twenty

In the three days after Dylan and the boys had bundled me up in the car and brought me back to Bobbys house, I didn't eat or sleep. Dylan consistently tried to shove food down my throat but as much as I wanted to make her happy, the smallest mouthfuls had me running to the bathroom and throwing my guts up. The whole three days Dylan did not leave my side, because angels don't sleep I didn't have to face the long nights by myself. It wasn't until the fourth day that I finally was able to tell Dylan what Thomas had told me, I was terrified she would reject me but she was oddly calm about the whole thing.

"So basically, you're part demon?" she asked sitting cross legged on her bed in her bright pink Hello Kitty pjs with Lady Fluffypants curled up in her lap. I nodded warily trying to gauge her reaction.

"Hm," she mused, "makes sense."

"Really?" I exclaimed throwing up my hands, "I tell you I'm part spawn of Satan and all you can say is makes sense!?" I was flustered, 'shouldn't she be trying to smite me or something' I thought 'she is an angel after all'.Dylan giggled and scratched her sleeping cat on the head.

"Rayne, hun, I love you, demon bits and all, you're a good person, your demon bit gives you the ability to see angel and demon wings and have visions and all that crap but you're way too much of a goody two shoes to turn all Vader."

"Seriously you are a nerd, first Lord of the Rings and now Star Wars!" I laughed and Dylan threw a heart shaped cushion at me.

"God you're a cow!" she giggled.

"Moo." I answered in the most sarcastic manner I could muster. Dylan rolled her eyes and lifted her cat onto the bed beside her as she jumped up off the bed.

"Well I'm going to have shower," she told me grabbing her towel, " holler if ya need me babes." she shot me a grin as she headed into the bathroom across the hall. I sat in her room on her beanbag chair and took in my surroundings, the room hadn't changed from when we were kids. When you looked at Dylans room one thing was apparent, the girl liked pink, almost every single thing in the room was some shade of the colour. It was actually comforting, a constant throughout the ages, a fuchsia lighthouse beacon on a stormy night. I watched Lady Flufflypants unfurl herself, get up and stretch before she jumped down off the bed and rubbed against my legs. I heard a hiss from behind the door, Breya skittered into the room hissing at Lady Fluffypants, Breya didn't like the other cats coming near me, she didn't trust them, and in her mind I was hers to protect. Lady Flufflypants yawned and jumped onto the dresser behind me as Breya settled in my lap. I could hear the shower running and as usual Dylan was singing some pop ballad, I sat quietly patting Breya, listening to the sounds of the house, it was early in the morning so Bobby was still asleep and snoring away, I could hear faint sounds of activity in the kitchen downstairs as well so Sam and Dean must have been up as well. I started to feel a cramp in my leg so I lifted the cat off me, stood up and stretched it out, placing Breya on the beanbag. I heard Dylan stop singing as the shower shut off, the next few moments the only sound I could heard was Bobby snoring, from behind the door in Dylans room I could see everything in the hallway and down to the top four steps, 'no wonder Lady Flufflypants likes sitting here' I chuckled to myself. I looked into the hall as Dylan stepped out of the bathroom wearing her towel. There was a loud flurry of wings and Castiel appeared in the hallway behind Dylan, she spun around, gasping loudly in surprise.

"Castiel! What are you doing here?" she asked breathlessly. The angel stepped towards her and placed a hand on her arm, looking at her stoically.

"I came to see you, ever since we were in the impala, I cant think of anything else, it makes it very difficult to conduct myself." he whispered in a gravelly voice. Dylan didn't say a word but I could hear her breathing heavily. I was afraid to move because there were so many things I could trip on that would interrupt this little scene and I had the feeling that if I did that Dylan would never forgive me, I closed my eyes so I wouldn't be intruding but once again I was backed into a corner wishing I knew how to close my ears. I heard a gulp and opened my eyes, concerned that Dylan might need help, I needn't have worried, Dylan was pushed up against the door frame, her towel on the floor and Castiel pressed up against her, they were kissing so passionately I was concerned that they might not have restraint. I closed my eyes again but I could still hear them moaning fervidly. All of a sudden Lady Flufflypants leapt down from the cupboard, knocking over a lamp with pink beading causing a resounding bang. The abrupt sound didn't cause Castiel and Dylan to pull apart but it did cause Bobby to come racing out of his room with his shotgun loaded.

"What in the god dang hell is going on here?" he yelled pointing the gun at the back of Castiel's head. I could hear the stairs creaking and a few seconds later Dean ran up the stairs closely followed by Sam, but they stopped short when they saw the scene in front of them.

"Dude, what the hell?" Dean shouted turning away in alarm at Dylan's naked body.

"You better start talking feather brain before I pump you so full of lead you'll crap graphite!" Bobby growled.

"Dad... I... I..." Dylan fumbled covering herself with her hands.

"How did you even get in? We have the house angel proofed!" Sam asked looking at the roof.

"One of your enochian symbols is incorrect," Castiel stated emotionless even with a loaded gun to his head, "it actually states the common going number of kwacha to obtain a goat in Zambia. Regardless I apologise for the intrusion but I felt a need to kiss Dylan again."

"AGAIN?!" the three other men shouted simultaneously.

"Well back in the impala..." Castiel started.

"You sullied my baby!" Dean screeched.

"We had clothes on!" Dylan yelled back.

"What?!" Bobby yelled pushing the shotgun closer to Castiel.

"It seems I have caused some discomfort, perhaps I should leave?" Castiel looked at Dylan, "I'll see you soon." he smiled at her before he disappeared.

"I'll be god damned in my cold cold grave before I let you see my daughter again you fly boy, angel!" Bobby yelled into thin air.

"He's gone Bobby." Sam sighed while Dylan scrambled on the floor for her towel.

"Rayne Iris Murphy! You get your butt out here!" Bobby growled, I knew I was in for it, the full name had been trotted out, I skulked out of the room fearing the worst. Dean stared at me and I was confused until I realised I was dressed in what I wore to bed, a singlet and my underwear and nothing else. Bobby was fuming and grumbling audibly.

"You were in there the whole time and did nothing!" he asked angrily.

"Well yes but, what did you expect me to do?" I asked.

"You should have... well... something... anything!" he roared.

"Bobby..." Sam said quietly.

"Dang it Dylan you are grounded!" he shouted.

"Dad you can't ground me I'm 23!" Dylan yelled back.

"Watch me!' Bobby roared storming past Sam and Dean down the stairs, Sam followed trying to talk to him and Dylan stormed into her room, letting Breya out before slamming the door, leaving Dean and I in the hall. Dean had a smirk on his face.

"You really think this is funny?" I asked him raising an eyebrow, he shook his head.

"Nope, sorry, just, looking at you, what you're wearing." his eyes roamed up and down my body. I sighed and pushed past him to the door of my room, he grabbed my waist as I went past and pulled me to him. I was about to push him away but he hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"Let me know if you want to talk." he whispered, giving me another squeeze, I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Thanks Dean." as he let go I walked into my room, not looking forward to dealing with the rest of the day and the tension in the house. It was like a stick of dynamite next to an open fire, it was only a matter of time before it exploded.