A/N: I'm glad this story's taking off. ^^ Gotta give a big thanks to the readers and reviewers, the feedback really helps fuel me to write more. :) Anyways, I mentioned before I wasn't sure if this would become a Sam/OC an I can now officially say...it will. I'm in the middle of working on chapter three, and I really hope you enjoy this one!

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Chapter Two: Answers

Sam pulled the gray t-shirt over his head before opening the bathroom door once more. He saw Ashael was still standing by the window and apparently, she really hadn't moved. He sat down on the small couch that was by the nightstand by the bathroom door. It was just weird. He couldn't make heads or tails of why an angel would want him out of the pit. "So, Ashael, why did you pull me out of Hell?"

"Because I was told to."

"That…doesn't exactly answer my question. Who told you to do it?"

She moved to sit across from him on the edge of the bed, looking at him as if she were studying him. "You didn't want to be saved, did you?"

He looked at the floor, biting the inside of his cheek lightly. "Not really," Sam quietly admitted.

"Samuel, you are deserving. You gave your life to save everyone else. Don't you see this is your second chance?"

"First off, it's Sam. Second, I don't. There's still demon blood in me. It's not like a fresh start." Ashael frowned. Sam knew even an angel couldn't think of a better response to that. He shook his head, sighing. "Sorry. I should be grateful I guess… But do you…" He trailed off, thinking.

With a knowing look, Ashael said, "He's safe. Castiel healed him and he is currently on his way to Indiana."

A small smile formed on Sam's lips. "So he's okay. Cas, too… That's relieving." He'd seen what Lucifer did to them all, and it wasn't pretty. Hell, Castiel exploded and Bobby had his neck snapped. Dean got it light compared to that. He just took a beating. "How'd Castiel come back?"

Ashael gave him a genuine smile, something Sam had rarely seen an angel do before. "Father brought him back."

"You mean...?"

"Yes." She beamed as she spoke.

"Okay… Well why are you still here then? I'm alive and Lucifer's in his cage, so the Apocalypse has been avoided. Is there something you want?" If he remembered right, when Dean was brought back, Castiel didn't stick around as long as this. Only popped in every once and a while to check in on him. Then again, that was because he was Michael's vessel.

She folded her hands in her lap with a thoughtful look. "I was simply told to keep an eye on you at all times. This is the best way."

He made a face, blatantly confused. "You mean, you're gonna follow me around everywhere I go?"

"As many places as I can, yes."

"Who's orders were these? God's?"

"Castiel gave me the orders that were from Him. I can not say no."

This was something he understood at least. Sam knew Castiel was dragged back to Heaven when he disobeyed and became a whole different person. And it was all similar to when their dad would give them an order. He nodded, still slightly confused as to why he needed an angel watching out for him. "Alright. Just don't follow me too closely," he chuckled. "By the way, where are we?"

"We're in a motel room," Ashael told him flatly.

He rubbed his face. This was going to be like dealing with Castiel for the first time all over again. "I meant what state?"

"Lawrence."

Sam gave a half smile. He was still in his home town. It was kind of nice, but all he really wanted to do was get far away since he knew the cemetery where everything happened was only a hop, skip, and a jump nearby; so to speak. "Do you think…we could go see Dean?"

Ashael had a blank expression on her face. "I don't think that would be a very good idea right now. It has been less than a day…"

"Please," Sam begged as he got up and approached her, "I just need to see he's okay."

She stood up. "Very well then." Ashael put two fingers to his head and transported them both to the sidewalk across the street from a house in Cicero, Indiana.

It was nighttime, which Sam failed to notice before, and he could see the outline of the Impala just a few feet away. The lamppost above them flickered and Sam could see the form of his brother hugging someone in a doorway. He gave a weak smile, just wanting the best for Dean. Maybe he'd move on and finally have the white picket, apple pie life. Sam could only hope.

Ashael stood with Sam on the street corner for numerous minutes until he quietly asked to go back to the motel. His voice was full of sorrow when he spoke. Once they got back to the room, Sam pulled a chair over to the window and sat, staring out at the night silently.

She thought seeing Dean would make him happy, but it seemed to do the opposite. Ashael tilted her head as she watched the younger Winchester. She wanted to help, but didn't know how.

Finally, she asked, "Is there something I can help you with Sam?" He shook his head slowly. Fully confused, Ashael gave a small sigh. "You should sleep. It might clear your mind."

Sam looked over his shoulder. His eyes were half lidded and obviously distraught as he gave a nod. He stood up and moved over to the bed as Ashael sat down quietly on the couch. His back was facing her for a few moments before he rolled to the opposite side. "Ashael?"

"Yes?"

He had a sleepy and questioning expression on his face. "Can I call you Ash?"

"If you are comfortable with that, yes."

Without another word, Sam gave a weak smile and closed his eyes.