Castiel's POV
I don't understand. The second I looked in the girl's eyes, they changed color. From brown to blue.
She was human, I knew that much. I sensed it. But there was something there, in that room. Something... more.
I stood about the abandoned warehouse I'd brought Eleanor to. I looked about the rummage, finding a chair, when something shined in my peripheral vision. Something metallic.
I turned my attention to it immediately. An earring, silver and glittering with the small amount of light the room possessed.
I squatted down and gently picked it up, not knowing its fragility. I let it dangle between my fingers, examining it. A simple hoop, was all it was. However, it was covered in small lines and carvings. Symbols. Septagrams, otherwise known as heptagrams, elven stars, and faerie stars littered the hoop.
This puzzled me. It wasn't a wellknown symbol amongst the humans, but it stood for many things. Protection, mystery, and the seven directions are only a few.
I slipped the small loop into my trench coat's inner pocket, knowing it'll be safer there, before going about my business once more. Finding that hex.
It has to be a greatly powerful curse to cause even a minor angel like myself to see and feel illusion. Eleanor's eyes couldn't have possibly changed colors, even if it were for only a split second.
And what I'd felt. What I had felt, felt like how one describes trust and bond. But that couldn't have been it. I am an angel, so I do not feel.
Eleanor's POV
"So why are we going to Montana, again?" Dean asked, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of Aerosmith's Ragdoll.
"You'll see," I answered vaguely, as I had the last ten times he asked me. I wasn't trying to be rude or secretive, because I was still trying to figure out why I wanted to go there, myself. I knew it had something to do with my mother, but Cas had already told me as much as I was gonna learn on my own. So there really wasn't a reason. Just instinct.
After a while, the radio station started to cut out, so I switched it. The station I'd changed it to played older rock, mixed with some more modern rock. Yay!
Once Three Days Grace's song had ended, and I, of course had sang along, Dean tried to switch the station. I swatted his hand away.
"Hey, I said be-"
"Shh!"
"Wanna win you some concert tickets? Listen in until you hear a Nickelback song to be the first to call it in. If you answer three questions right, you'll win two concert tickets to Nickelback's sold-out Dark Horse tour..." My mind blanked out the rest as my eyes widened. I only cared about three words there. Win, and Dark Horse Tour.
Then I smiled. "We are not changing this station.
An hour and seventeen minutes later...
"It's ringing!" I practically squealed.
"And you are caller number-" Oh, God, if you really do exist, please do this one favor for me. "-one! Congratulations! You're just three questions away from getting tickets to the sold-out Dark Horse tour! Are you ready to start?"
"Yes." I crossed my fingers, and my legs.
"Question One: What Nickelback song was just played?"
That was easy! "Gotta Be Somebody."
"Question Two: Name one of the three bands in this tour with Nickelback and two of their songs.
"Hinder. Lips of an Angel and Without You."
"Question Three: What band did Nickelback first go on tour with?"
My already larger-than-life smile grew. "Theory of a Deadman."
"CORRECT! YOU HAVE JUST WON YOUR TICKETS TO SEE NICKELBACK LIVE! NOW, I'll just need some information..."
I gave the man my info, and hung up. "I won. WON!" I giggled, overjoyed.
"We kind of figured that," said Sam. "Who's your plus one?"
My giggling died down to just a giddy grin. "I don't know. Do either of you want-"
"I'll go!" Dean volunteered. I was taken aback.
"Really?" My eyes were wide with shock, though a smile was still plastered to my face.
He shrugged, like it was no big deal. "Why not? 'Might as well see why your obsessed with those bands."
"ThankyouthankyouthankyouTHANKYOU so much, Dean! I swear, the next time we stop, you're getting a hug!"
The next time we stopped was to pick up our tickets at the radio broadcast place that I can't remember what it's called-studio? I did give Dean a big hug, and almost made him fall over (hehe).
We are now in Fargo, for the concert tonight. Sam had hotwired a car, and said he had some leads to follow up on. He's a couple towns over from here.
"I still can't believe it." I'm so fucking giddy right now, it's not even funny. But Dean thought it was.
He laughed at me. "You're acting like this is your first concert. Ever."
"No I'm not!" I protested like a child. "I'm just high on happiness. There's nothing wrong with it." I had to restrain from stomping my foot and crossing my arms.
"Okay, then you're acting like a kid."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. I do that all the time!"
He laughed again. "I can't argue with that."
I slapped his arm and glared at him in response.
"Ow!" The way Dean said it, it was more of that ow you say when you're more shocked than hurt.
I huffed, annoyed at my obvious lack of strength. I really didn't get it. I train. I practice. I fight. But I still don't have any strength! It's not fair!
How is Dean so in shape? He's all hot and smexy and eats whatever he wants (not that I don't).
"What're you staring at?" Dean asked incredulously. I blinked, coming back into focus, realizing I'd been staring at him. Probably with every word I'd just thought displayed accross my face. WHY?! I groaned mentally.
"Sorry. La La Land."
"Of course."
I smiled sarcastically. "Where else would I be?"
We got out of the Impala, my new favorite song stuck in my head. I sang its lyrics out loud as Dean said good night to his Baby. I stood, one foot on the first step.
"You coming?" He nodded, his attention now on my new Nickelback tee. It looked ripped around the neck, and had slits down the sleeves. It clung to me in just the right way, showing just a bit of cleavage. I loved it.
"That looks really good on you. Badass." He looked me up and down, his eyes travelling slowly.
"Yeah? I wriggled my eyebrows at him. "You'd look pretty sexy in the one I picked out for you, too."
"It's too bad I didn't get it, then." Dean smiled, his longer strides catching up to me within seconds.
"Yeah, because fifteen different women coming on to you ain't enough," I teased back, sarcastically.
I expected him to say something like, "Nope," or "Hey, you can never have too many women," but he didn't. Instead, he changed the subject. Weird. So weird, in fact, I almost turned around and said, "Who are you and what've you done with Dean?" But I didn't.
"Did you really have to sing every song? I mean, everyone around us was staring at you like you were some crazy chick."
"Since when do you care what others think? And, yes. Yes, I did have to sing." We were clomping up the stairs to our room, sometime passed midnight. I punched his arm playfully.
"I care what others think about you."
I was startled by his response. Taken aback. I paused, midstep. What? Then I was enraged. So some people didn't like me. So what? How dare he!? "Oh, so I'm not good enough for you, now is that it? You son of a-"
I started to walk away, rather quickly, but Dean grabbed my wrist, pulling-more like spinning-me back toward him.
Before I knew it, I was pressed up against him, his lips on mine. At first, I did nothing. I stood perfectly still.
It wasn't until he started to pull away that I kissed him back. Just a small peck. Which turned into a long kiss that deepened with every millisecond. I moaned when he cupped my ass, lifting me up. My legs wound their way around his waist.
Our bodies clashed closer together, our heat welding us in place. I couldn't have stopped even if I tried.
I felt him walking toward our room. His hands finding their way under my shirt as my fingers found themselves entangled in his hair.
His hands left my back to fiddle with the locked door, before they found their way to my ass. Then he slammed the door with his foot, neither of us caring about the noise.
Dean's lips left mine, his eyes staring deep into my soul. Looking for rejection, maybe? Love? Lust? He seemed to find what he was looking for, though, because his lips found mine once more.
