Chapter 5

The doctors were stupefied. They couldn't understand how I had recovered so quickly. I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "My body must really want to get out of here." The best feeling was getting back into the backseat of the Impala. If I was lucky I got to ride shotgun. Sam said I could sit there this time because of what's happened. I stuck my tongue out at the hospital as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Okay Jordan, what's your secret? How did you recover so fast?" Dean asked as he jumped on the highway.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I smiled and looked at the other cars passing us, or shall I say, being passed by us. Dean always loved driving on the highway. "So where are we going now?"

Dean looked back at Sam. "We don't know, really. We haven't been looking for jobs."

"Well, then I think we should get started. I can't wait to get back out there."

We drove for hours. It was amazing. We didn't stop, except for gas and food. Every time we did stop we looked in the local newspapers for something that might be our kind of job. We finally came across something that sounded good. A man was devoured in his closet inside a locked house with the alarm set. First thing first was to visit the family.

Sam and Dean found another cheap motel and started to get into their priest outfits. I looked at them and put my hands on my hips.

"Okay, Fathers, how am I supposed to join you?" I tapped my fingers on my arm, impatiently.

Sam looked over at Dean then back at me. "Jordan, we don't think you're ready for going back out into the field just yet. I know you may think that your okay, but it would make us feel a lot better if you just did the research for this case. You know, be our go-to person. We can call you for anything type of thing."

I was not happy to hear this. "Are you kidding me? You have no idea how much I want to hunt right now. I'm fine."

"We know, we just want you to sit this first case out. I promise, the next case we get, no matter what it is, you will be at the head of the game." Sam smiled a little smile that said, 'This was all Dean's idea, if I was him I'd let you back in right away, but Dean's the boss.' I rolled my eyes and sat down in the chair that was pulled out from the fake marble table.

"Fine. But you guys better hurry up with this one. Call me when you have a theory. I'll do the research." I made my voice sound as pathetic and as pitiful as I could. I dropped my head and opened Sam's laptop.

"Don't be like that Jordan," Dean said. "We just trying to look out for you."

"You might want to get out of here. I'm thinking of landing one on your face." With that Dean and Sam quickly exited, leaving me in the motel room by myself. I looked at the computer screen and jumped so high I fell out of my chair. I covered my eyes with my hand and closed the computer. Well, I know who was on Sam's laptop last. I tried to get the picture I just saw out of my head. Dean is so perverted.

I got off the ground and walked over to the two beds made up with dusty looking comforters. I stood at the foot of the bed on the right and collapsed onto it face down. The blanket smelled like mothballs and dryer sheets. I turned over with my eyes closed and put my hands behind my head. I sighed and felt a strange feeling. I opened my eyes and screamed.

Looking over me was Castiel. I slid over the edge of the bed and put my hand over my heart. "Cas, what are you doing? Trying to give me a heart attack?" I tried to catch my breath. Castiel was standing right beside the bed. He looked at me as if he were confused.

"Why would I be trying to do such a thing?" He looked, honestly, lost at my comment. I waved the comment away. "Never mind." I got my feet flat on the floor and started to stand up. Castiel held my elbow and helped me up. "So what are you doing here anyway?

"I've come to check on you." He motioned to my side as he spoke. I rolled my eyes for the thousandth time that day.

"You too? Omigosh. Does nobody think I can take care of myself? I'm fine. I just wish everyone would stop worrying about me." I sat down in the chair at the table. Castiel walked over to me. He walked in confident steps. He knew he was the superior in the room.

"It is my job to worry. A job given to me by the Holy One and I will be successful."

"Oh, yeah, I have a question for you?" I placed my hands on my knees and leaned forward. "What is this destiny your talking about?"

"What do you mean?"

For an angel, he sure is dense, I thought. "When we first met, you told me that you would stay with me until my destiny was fulfilled. What destiny is that?"

Castiel sat on the foot of the bed closest to me. My heart raced. I wanted him closer. Much closer. I shook the thought from my head and focused on the question I had asked.

"Your destiny will come to you when you are ready." He sat there. There was no change on his face. He looked the same way now as he did after our encounter in my hospital room. Does this man, or angel, have any feelings?

"Sorry, that's not good enough. How am I supposed to know what my destiny is? You don't know what I'm going to do. I could chose not to follow my destiny. If you told me what it was I could chose to follow that path when the time comes." Cas looked like he was thinking it over. He looked around the room then back at me.

"I'm not supposed to tell you what it is, but I think it makes since that you should know what you are do. Your destiny is to enter the gates of hell, find the ancient Crown of Thorns and use it to defeat Lucifer."

I sat there staring at this lunatic in front of me. What he had just said was still being processed by my brain. Gates of hell, Crown of Thorns, defeat Lucifer.

"Whoa, are you insane? I can't do anything like that. No one can get into hell unless they die, and no one can defeat the devil. You're crazy. Sorry." I got up and opened the door to our room. Traffic noise flowed through the room along with a warm breeze. "Get out."

Castiel remained in his seat. I was beginning to get mad. I couldn't believe this guy would come into my life, play with my heart, and claim that my destiny is something no one could do in a million years.

"Of course, no man can do it," Castiel said standing up. He was reading my thoughts. "Only you can do it. You are the only one in the whole world that can destroy the devil. You are the only one in the world who can survive the power of the Crown of Thorns. You are the only one who can go into to hell and come out alive."