Chapter 3: Intros

"My Lord!" Bithiel called out, too late to stop him. "Damn it! This day's just getting better and frigging better!"

The woman angel turned to find all three humans staring at her with a range from deep curiosity up to and including unbridled rage.

"What?" she turned back half expecting to find Raphael whole and behind her. Satisfied he/she remained a grease spot on the wall, Bithiel looked back to them, hands on her face. "Is there blood on me or something?"

Bobby broke the moment with a snort. "Well, this is just peachy!"

"What the hell was that all about?" Sam wanted the story filled in.

Dean, who's glare never left the woman before him, asked the foremost question, "Who the Hell are you?"

Bithiel, now realizing the anger was directed at her, simply tilted her head curiously at him. She didn't understand why he'd react as such to someone who'd just saved his and his family's lives. Hoping to break the tension, she stepped forward and extended a hand.

"Sorry. You don't know me, of course. Intros. I already know all of you!" She directed the hand to each of them in turn, only to become more down-trodden as each stepped back from the offering. "Dean Winchester. Bobby Singer. And Sam Winchester."

The angel studied her hand briefly for cleanliness, believing that to be the reason for their declines. Finding nothing odd about the otherwise calloused hand, she shoved both into the baggy beat-up jeans she wore. Trying a shy smile instead, Bithiel answered with a seemingly rehearsed reply.

"I'm…" she paused to clear her throat, "Bithiel. First Lieutenant to our new Lord and God, Castiel." She searched their faces for some hope to the situation only to find hers slowly fading. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you?"

"Hardly!" Dean snapped. "You know where you and your new God can go, right?"

Sam suddenly moved between his brother and the woman, putting a big paw on his chest.

"C'mon, man! Hold on a minute…"

"Hold on? Just how fried are your brains?"

"Yeah, hold on. I mean…" he indicated the obviously nervous angel before them. "Dean. She just saved us from being splattered across the room like Raphael."

"You're kidding me, right, Sammy? She's one of them! She didn't do it outta the goodness of her possessed little heart. It's some kind of trick." When the younger Winchester's only response was a pitying glance at Bithiel, Dean sought back-up from his father figure.

"Aw, geez! Bobby? You're not buying this, are you?"

"Not buying but… maybe lease. Sam's right, Dean. If it weren't for her, there wouldn't be 'nough left of us for a DNA test."

"Seriously? But…" Throwing up his arms in defeat at the look Bobby gave him, he started up the metal staircase with a weary sigh. "Whatever. Right now I just wanna go home, get some sleep and…Damn it!" He stomped to a stop halfway and slapped a palm on the rail.

"The Impala's on it's roof thanks to that damn demon!"

Seeing a chance at redemption with the humans, Bithiel's face lit up as she quickly piped, "I can help with that!"

Always leery when something supernatural offers help, Dean smirked, "And what the hell can…"

A low giggle and the beat of large wings cut him off.