Chapter Fifteen

Siobhan's POV

My body ached all over when I tried to open my eyes. The light seemed to be blinding and my brain was feeling fuzzy. I shut my eyes tight and then tried to open them again. This time I had much more progress; my sight started to come back. Just as my sight tried to come back I tried to test the waters with my ability to move which was probably not wise.

"Woah, easy there. You hit the ground hard. Don't go and give yourself a concussion." Sam's voice came floating into my mind.

I looked around widely before my eyes landed on a friendly looking face that belonged to Sam Winchester. However, just as he started to lean into help me my hand went to the side of his face with a resounding slap. He staggered backwards looking a little shocked by the force of my hand while I could hear the others laughing. Bobby was awake which made me sigh a little in relief.

"What the hell was that for?" Sam asked, rubbing his cheek.

"You know why. For running out on us. Anything could have happened. You could have been killed." I cried, giving him as murderous a look as I could muster since I was still sore.

"Says the girl who was lying unconsciousness on the ground when I arrived." Sam said, smirking at me.

"Will you two stop bickering? She does have a point Sam. Anyway, I don't want to be dragged into this. I need to call someone for help." Bobby said, while retrieving his phone from his pocket.

"Who?" Dean asked, looking up from Marthe who he had just been talking to.

"An old friend of mine. She's a hunter and I think she could be of some use." Bobby explained.

"Aww, are we meeting your new girlfriend?" Marthe teased, smiling cheekily at him.

Bobby snorted and then spoke into the phone, "Olivia, its Bobby. Call me back, would you? I got something big. I could use your help."

When he hung up I asked, "She's not home?"

"I hope to God that's it." Bobby sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Not the most ironic thing to say right now at all." Marthe mumbled, while Sam, Bobby and I all stared at her.

"What the hell are you talking about? What happened?" I demanded.

"Look, this is crazy. I mean seriously crazy. Crazy even for us." Dean pointed out to himself, Sam and Bobby.

Bobby raised his eyebrow, "Well, c'mon boy. Tell us what you saw."

Dean looked uncomfortable while Marthe became more and more irritated. Finally Marthe snapped and cried, "We met an angel, ok? And I know that sounds crazy but it's true."

Sam and Bobby stared and both Marthe and Dean while I gave Marthe a knowing look. I knew what had happened all throughout the time that us three had been blacked out. Now it was just time to get the boys up to date.

"Come again?" Bobby asked, open mouthed.

"I suggest we all go back to Bobby's house and on the way you guys can tell us what happened." Sam suggested, looking pointedly at Dean and Marthe.

Bobby nodded, "Yeah, but don't leave anything out."

When we were all sitting around the table at Bobby's house and knew that the boys had been caught up on what had happened the questioning begun.

"Well, then tell me what else it could be." Sam said, looking at Dean intently.

"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel." Dean said, sighing with frustration while Marthe rolled her eyes behind him.

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" Sam asked.

"You do know how stupid that question sounds coming from you, right?" I asked, earning myself a glare from Sam.

Dean shrugged, "Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demon's lie."

"A demon that's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps… and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam said, sounding frustrated.

"Ok, maybe it isn't such as stupid question." I mumbled, while Sam gives me a quick smirk.

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one … at some point … ever?" Dean said, looking doubtful.

"Yeah. You just did. Dean."

"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me."

"Dean, we have a theory."

"Yeah. One with a little less fairy dust in it, please." Dean said, which made Marthe snort.

"Okay, look, I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we –"

"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

"You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come and take a look at this?" Bobby asked, from where he was sitting at the table.

"Finally, someone sensible speaks." I joked, while joining him at the table.

Bobby gave me a friendly smile before saying, "I got stacks of lore – Biblical, Pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

"And now you've got your answer, Dean." Marthe said, while patting Dean's shoulder."What else?" Dean asked, a determined look on his face.

"What else, what?" Bobby asked, looking confused.

"What else could do it?" Dean persisted.

Bobby shrugged, "Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing."

Sam's face lit up, "Dean, this is good news."

"How?"

"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?" Sam asked, his voice sounding hopeful.

"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby said, and I chuckled.

"I don't know, guys." Dean said, while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay, look. I know your not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam stated.

"Proof?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it."

"Why not?" Sam challenged him.

"Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?" Dean cried, while Marthe looked on. Marthe seemed to becoming even more involved in Dean's mini speech. She had a worried expression and it seemed as if she wanted to say something to comfort him but she stayed quiet.

"Dean –"

"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to be saved? I'm just a regular guy." Dean shrugged.

"You're definitely not regular, Dean Winchester." I heard Marthe mumble and I saw that Dean had caught it as well since a small smile greeted his face just for a few seconds.

Sam nodded to Marthe's direction, "Well, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs."

"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by… God." Dean shuddered while I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat." Sam said, smirking while Marthe and I burst out laughing.

"Fine. What do we know about angels?" Dean huffed, looking annoyed at all three of us.

Bobby picked up a book and handed it over to Dean, "Start reading."

Dean turned to Sam and stated, "You're gonna get me some pie."

Both Marthe and I chuckled as we sat down and began to get ready to research. Sam gives me a smile before heading out of the door.