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Chapter Thirteen

Marthe's POV

When all of the fighting had stopped and Bobby, Sam and Siobhan were laying still on the ground I turned on Castiel at once.

"You bring them back right now! I don't know how you affected them all at once but I couldn't give a damn. Bring back my friends." I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest and frowning.

I could just see Dean bending down near Bobby and seeing if he was breathing but most of my attention was on Castiel. I raised an eyebrow at him when the silence continued; forgetting that this human action probably went over his head.

Finally he said, "I didn't want anyone to know. I had to do this out of precaution. Your friend's alive."

Dean looked up from Bobby, "And the other one?"

Castiel nodded, "Also alive."

I sighed, "Well that clears one thing up. But there's also another we don't know about."

"Who are you?" Dean finished for me.

"Castiel."

"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" Dean pressed.

"I'm an Angel of the Lord." Catiel announced, in his gravely voice.

It took Dean a minute or two to process the information, "Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."

I sighed with frustration but decided to remain silent after I received a curious glance from Dean.

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."

"Well, looking at the world today, buddy, and I have to agree with Dean. I'm not an angel believer either." I spoke up, shrugging.

Just after I had finished there was a flash of light and behind where Castiel stood a pair of wings seemed to appear. They looked like a shadow of wings; wings that weren't quite there. However, even as shadows they were a magnificent size. As soon as they appeared, however, they were gone.

"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes." Dean said, tearing his eyes away from where he had just seen the wings.

"Really, Dean? That's what you say to an angel?" I asked, looking flabbergasted at him.

All I got was a shrug in response.

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be… overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that." Castiel explained, looking intently at Dean.

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Castiel nodded. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"Way to sugarcoat it, Castiel." I said, sarcastically.

I got a slight snort from Dean but a blank stare from Castiel. I would have to note down to try and teach Castiel basic human interactions sometime.

"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?" Dean continued on.

I had to give a little giggle at this joke since it had been one of my favourites of the series. Dean looked around and gave a little grateful smile.

"This? This is a… vessel." Castiel explained.

Dean whipped his head back to Castiel sharply, "You're possessing some poor bastard?"

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Still sounds like something a demon would do." I quipped, earning a glare from Castiel.

Dean nodded in agreement, "Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"

Castiel's forehead creased as he frowned at Dean, "I told you."

I actually started to feel bad for Castiel since I knew he was telling the truth but I also knew it wouldn't get through to Dean until something drastic happened. I would just have to sit out of this one and wait.

"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" Dean questioned Castiel, lifting an eyebrow.

"Good things do happen, Dean."

Dean shrugged, "Not in my experience."

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" Castiel asked, looking curiously at Dean.

"Why'd you do it?" Dean asked again, looking a little impatient this time.

Castiel straightened up, "Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you."

Just as I looked at Dean and saw his expression which was a mix of shock and confusion a thousand question raced through my mind. I did sort of know who this God was but, even so, Siobhan and I didn't know everything about this world. The fact that God had picked us out for a job made me feel incredibly small and fragile; especially in front of an angel such as Castiel.

Hey guys! Merry Christmas and a Happy new year! So sorry I only just now uploaded this! Obviously I totally forgot about this on Chritsmas day and then I just kept putting it off and off until now :/ I'm a bad fanfic writer I know. And sorry it's short but I promise the next chapter will make up for it. I also want to put my support out there to anyone who has been getting the fanfom hate recently. I only just recently learned of what was actually going on and I am sickened by the news. If any of you need someone to talk to just PM me and I'd be happy to help. As the wise Bobby Singer said, "Family don't end with blood." I hope this blows over and no harm comes of it. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you all next week with Chapter 14 :) Toodles! x #StayStrong