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"Dean," Sam said holding the beer bottle out.

Dean rubbed the already clean tool against the rag once more before he took the offered drink. "Are we going to talk about the timing belts now?"

"She had a point Dean, but no," Sam said as he leaned against the right fender of the impala as Dean placed the tool back in the box.

"Good because we're not doing the chick flick thing just because an angel told us to," punctuating his determination with a swallow of beer.

Sam thought about what he should say next and decided he was just going to go for it. "You know it wasn't your fault that mom died."

"Sammy!" Dean snapped. "We are not talking about this. Since when did you get so chummy and start to trust angels?"

Sam was beginning to pick at the label on the bottle. He didn't know how to explain it to Dean. He didn't trust her but yet he did. "You know we have trusted other angels before."

Dean scoffed a swallowed again before he said anything. "And look at where that got us."

Sam nodded in agreement. "Point taken but you have to admit in the end something always seems to go right and at the end of the day we're still breathing."

"Really," Dean said sarcastically. "And if I remember that's because we keep sacrificing ourselves for each other.

"That's true, but how come we keep just scraping by. With as many things as have happened to us our luck should have run out many times over."

"But," Dean said but Sam interrupted him. "Don't get me wrong, I am not saying to trust her. I am just saying that some of what she told us makes sense. If she is here to help then I say we let her help. Even Balthazar was useful. If not, it's not as if we haven't killed an angel before."

Dean looked at Sam and thought about it. There was a reason his kid brother was the brains. He lifted his bottle and tapped it against his brother's feeling more in control than he had since Cas left.

Sam could sense the change in Dean's mood immediately and was glad. He took another pull on the bottle and said, "So what did Kevin say."

"She wasn't lying about that, dude. Some mountain climber took refuge in a cave on the Russian / Chinese border and found a carving in the wall that has never been seen before."

"Kevin isn't in China so how does he know?"

Dean shrugged and took another swallow, "he said he didn't know. He was researching and zoned out at the computer. When he came to the web page open was the news article about the climber finding the cave."

"Do you think it has anything to do with the angels falling to earth or maybe opening heaven back up for them?" Sam asked tossing the empty bottle in the recycle barrel.

"No clue. I figured we could ask Cas."

"You know we could ask her and see what she has to say. She seemed to know about it already."

Dean thought about it for a minute before shrugging. "Maybe but we would have to decide if we could trust the information."

"It's easy enough to vet. We can ask Cas when he gets here and maybe run it by Crowley," Sam offered walking over to the cooler and grabbing two more bottles. He twisted of the top and handed one to Dean.

"I am not sure letting Crowley know about our angel infestation is a good idea," Dean replied.

Sam swallowed a little harder than he needed there was something about the way Dean used the word infestation that had him worried. "Well if she was really around your whole life then he would already know about her."

Dean smirked and brought the bottle to his mouth before snapping, "That's another thing how many of these freeking voyeurs do we have. Do you have one? Does Kevin?"

Sam shrugged, "I don't think so. She said she was kind of mine too. I wonder what she meant."

"Then I think you should find out, Sammy. It might be nice to know how many of them we have watching us."

Sam chuckled and swallowed another mouthful, "You're just worried you have a girl watching you watch porn."

"Bitch," Dean replied good naturedly closing the impala's hood.

"Jerk," Sam replied as he always did when his brother ribbed him. He followed Dean out of the garage.

When they got to Dean's bedroom they expected to see the angel sitting in the middle of the bed or at least on the side of it but she wasn't there.

"Son of a bitch," Dean yelled. "How in the hell did she cross the fire line?"

"I didn't."

"Not to say we don't believe you…"

"We don't… where are you?" Dean demanded interrupting Sam.

There was a slight indignant huff and then the covers on Dean's bed became scrunched up. Shiloh materialized standing next to the bed.

"What happened? Where did you go?"

"It takes a lot of energy to maintain visibility for long periods of time. I can do it but I didn't think I would see you until tonight when Dean made sleeping arrangements or Castiel arrived from Idaho."

Dean narrowed his eyes
warningly. "Don't disappear again."

The corners of Shiloh's mouth turned up into a quick smile and then wiped the amused look off her face. "Dean I told you once just because you don't see me doesn't mean I'm not here. My natural state is invisible."

"I don't care; you either stay where we can see you or we're finished. And I am sure you understand what I mean."

He was threatening her which meant she had scared him. Not that he would have admitted it. Now she was going to have to work hard at undoing the damage she just created. "Dean I am not like Castiel I didn't take a human host. I must let the corporeal energy rest."

"No."

"Dean, I have done what you have asked. I have imprisoned myself in your bedroom. Done everything you've asked and answered every question Sam and you have asked."

Sam frowned and knew why Dean was being so stubborn. When Cas was working with Crowley he would stand invisible and spy on them. "Dean."

Dean clenched his jaw so tight he knew it was going to hurt in the morning. Everything told him it was a bad idea but even Sam thought he was being an ass. But being an ass was part of his job protecting his little brother. Against his better judgment Dean agreed.

Sam looked at his brother and then over to the place on the bed Shiloh had been standing. The angel was fading slowly as if she was waiting for Dean to change his mind. He slipped in beside Dean and took his seat on the metal chair just outside the flames. "Does everyone have a guardian?"

"No," the disembodied voice said.

"Kevin?"

"No prophets never do…well not exactly. They get an angelic body guard but that's it. Chuck had Zachariah, Kevin well he is without right now. Only an archangel can guard a prophet and there weren't many of those left before the leviathans."

"What about Sammy does he have one?" Dean asked quietly looking at his brother wondering if there was someone else out there who could help him.

There was a silence that seemed to stretch for hours or at least that what it felt like to Sam. Just when he was going to tell her that he didn't want to know Shiloh spoke up.

"Yes and no."

"Don't play games with me Shiloh. If there is another one of you lurking around here he better show himself now," Dean warned with a snap.

For the first time Shiloh ignored her charges feelings and had trouble speaking. "He did but he was killed and I am trying to do the best I can to fill his shoes."

"Ruben," Sam asked quietly.

When Shiloh didn't say anything Sam and Dean exchanged looks. Sam tried again. "You said his name earlier and said it was too long of a story to go into." We have time now."

When Shiloh finally spoke her voice hitched as if she was holding back tears. "That is a story you are not ready to hear and I am not ready to tell. He took responsibility for you seriously and to do him and you justice you need to trust me before I tell you about Ruben."

Dean clearly wasn't happy about her withholding information but he found out what he needed to. Sam on the other hand looked as if he wanted to make her tell him. He saw Dean out of the corner of his eye watched his brother shake his head. The disappointment had him look at the floor for several moments. When he looked up there was a determined look in his face. "Tell us about guardians then because there were so many times we could have used help and got nothing."

Even though the boys couldn't see her Shiloh smiled, "you know that expression don't drive faster than your angel can fly. They need to amend it for the Winchesters, to don't live harder than your angel can bail you out."

Both brothers laughed in amusement and agreement. Before Dean became serious once more, "Did dad have a guardian angel?"

"No. Most hunters do not. You and your brother were a rare case."

Sam stretched out a leg a little closer to the fire than he meant to and then folded his long body back under the small folding chair. "Why were we a rare case?"

"Because Joshua summoned me to the throne room to bestow my assignment on me. At the time I was the only guardian who had ever received direct orders. Only one other guardian was offered the same treatment."

"Ruben." Dean and Sam said together.

When Shiloh didn't answer they knew they had the correct answer.