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Chapter Twelve

Siobhan's POV

Marthe and I are in the passenger seats of Bobby's truck which is a tight squeeze but we manage it. Dean is in the front passenger seat trying to clean the blood off his face with his hands. Bobby's looking at him with worry as well as Marthe; it looks like she wants to help him whichever way she can but she knows that there isn't much that we can do.

"How are you girls doing back there?" Bobby asked, looking in the mirror to check on us.

"We're fine, just a little shaken that's all." I explain, looking out of the window and into the road.

"Yeah, we haven't been in many dangerous situations." Marthe added, still looking at Dean with a worried expression.

"Well, I'm sorry that I came and woke you like I did but you do understand why I did, don't you?" Bobby asked and when we both nodded he turned his attention back to Dean, "How you doin', kid?"

"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." Dean grumbled, searching for something in his pockets.

He finds his phone and starts dialing the number. My heart does a little leap of joy when Sam answers,

"Hey."

"What are you doing?" Dean asked, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger."

"In my car?" This comment from Dean made both Marthe and I roll our eyes. Yes, Dean, I thought, don't worry about your brother. Worry about your car more.

"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?"

"Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're gonna grab a beer." I tried to stifle a giggle when Dean gave the finger to Bobby's shocked face and I could see that Marthe was trying hard not to as well.

"Alright, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?"

"Done. Catch you later." And with that Dean hangs up and pockets his phone away.

Bobby is on him in a second after the phone call, "Why the hell didn't you tell him?"

"Because he just tried to stop us."

"From what?" Bobby asked, looking over curiously.

"Summoning this thing." Bobby's face turns to shock while Dean continues, "It's time we faced it head-on."

"You can't be serious!" Bobby looked flabbergasted, and looked at us girls for moral support.

I just shrugged and said, "He's a Winchester; he's not going to listen to me."

Bobby sighed and turned back to the road.

"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby." Dean obviously ignoring the comment that I gave.

"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything." Bobby tried to reason with Dean.

"That's why we've got to be ready for anything." Dean pulled out Ruby's knife, "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got the arsenal in the trunk."

"This is a bad idea." Bobby muttered.

"Don't most movies have that line in it and then they all live happily ever after?" Marthe asked, sarcastically while earning a glare from Dean.

"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?"

"We could choose life." Bobby stated, making the two of us snort even though we knew it was a serious topic that they were talking about.

"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make a stand."

"Dean, we could use Sam on this."

"Nah, he's better off where he is."

Both Marthe and I looked at each other knowingly; we were going to meet the angel of the Lord Castiel.

We get to an abandoned warehouse and the boys start to get the place ready for our soon-to-be visitor. Marthe and I stand around looking and feeling rather helpless.

"Can we be doing anything to help?" Marthe is the first one to ask.

"Well, if you know the first thing about wards then by all means, help but if not then it's best if you girls stay where you are." Bobby answered, looking kindly at her.

"That's a hell of an art project you've got going there." Dean commented, standing behind a table while sorting some equipment out.

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin?"

"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much ready to catch and kill anything I've heard of."

"This is still a bad idea."

"I agree with Bobby. Why don't we all agree with Bobby?" I piped up, earning myself a glare from Dean and a kind smile from Bobby.

"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?"

After a few hours we were still in the same warehouse but with no result. We were all sitting around looking bored until the ultimate question was asked.

"You sure you did the ritual right?" This earns Dean a dirty look from Bobby, "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

I leaned into Marthe and whispered, "Are we going to tell them what's gonna happen? Who's gonna be arriving here?"

Marthe shook her head, "Best not, just in ca-"

She was cut off buy a violent shake of the ceiling. Both Bobby and Dean get in front of us with their guns raised.

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Dean suggested, while Marthe shoots him a critical look.

Just seconds after Dean says this the door bursts open from the other side of the room. In walks in a rather handsome man but Marthe and I know who it is instantly; Castiel. He walked towards us as the light bulbs flicker on and off with sparks flying off them and Bobby and Dean open fire at him. None of the bullets hurt him, however, and he keeps walking towards us as if nothing was happening. Just as he closes in on us Dean takes the magic knife to arm himself with.

"Who are you?" Dean questioned, glaring at his future best friend.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Castiel answered, his voice deep and gravely.

"Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean commented, earning a sigh of frustration from Marthe.

In the next few moments, however, things turn chaotic. Dean is the first one to try and attack Castiel. He plunged a knife through his chest which doesn't get him anywhere. Just as Castiel is pulling out the magic knife Bobby goes in for another attack blindly which Castiel is easily able to deflect. Just as he gets the weapon off Bobby he puts two fingers on his forehead as well as two fingers on mine. The last thing I see before I black out is Marthe angrily trying to make Castiel bring me back to consciousness.

Whoo! Castiel! 33333 I just nearly typed about the latest ep and then realised that we've had no ep since last week's since it was the mid-season finale last week. Sad times. I hope you guys are getting excited for Christmas! Lots of things are happening at the moment in my life. One of those being that I've been offered 3 uni places :D Now I just have to sort out which ones I want as first and which one I want as a reserve which I've almost decided now :) Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you next week for chapter 13! I'm gonna try and do more fanfic writing/main novel writing to try and not get behind on this story but we'll see what happens. Hope you have a great weekend/great rest of the week! Toodles! x