Chapter 6: Acquaintances
"How'd you get here? And what're you doing with my brother?" Dean demanded, coming down from the small porch and reaching for Sam. "Dude, you alright?"
"Chill out, man! I'm fine. And she flew here. Remember leaving her behind?" Sam backed from his grasp. "And we were talking. Only for a minute… till you came out like a bull on steroids."
The older brother gave a short laugh and crossed his arms. "If she flew here, she'd have gotten here hours before us! Not just now!"
Little brother huffed back, "Not considering you told her to follow us! She was behind the Impala the whole way. Did what ya told her."
A grin split Dean's face. "Really?" He glanced at the angel who nodded. "Huh! Now if only little brothers would do what they're told… the world would be perfect."
"Shut up, jerk!"
"Kiss my ass, bitch!" He retorted laying a hand on his little brother's shoulder. "But seriously, I'm too frigging tired to argue right now. I'm going in, finishing my drink, and heading to sleep." Giving Sam a light squeeze, he added, "You should get to bed too, bro!" Turning to their impromptu guest, he informed, "Bobby's house. He can decide if you stay in the house… or the garage."
"So, what? Am I an animal now to be put out at night?" Bithiel questioned.
Pinning her with a glare, he tempted, "You really want to know what I think of angels… even in general?"
She opened her mouth, probably with some 'smart-alec' comment, but thought better as it snapped back shut without a word.
"Didn't think so! C'mon." Dean waved to them to follow.
Once inside, Dean snagged his glass from a table and polished it off in one gulp. "Night, folks!" He threw a quick wave in the air, heading up the stairs.
"Night…" 'son' 'bro' respectfully from Bobby and Sam.
"Good night, Dean." Bithiel tried, determined not to give up.
He paused halfway up for a minute. "Yea Yeah!" He said, throwing a dismissive wave toward the study.
The three left behind glanced at each other for a moment.
"Huh. Think that's bout the nicest he's been to ya all night, girl." Bobby smirked at her.
"Small steps!" She agreed with a small smile.
"Anyway. It's up to you, Bobby." Sam redirected the conversation.
But the old scrap dealer simply raised his eyebrows.
"Since we're pretty much stuck with Bithiel…" This earning him a disparaging look from said angel, "Sorry. Ya know what I mean." Back to Bobby, "Does she stay in the house or - Dean's choice - the garage?"
His father figure 'Humphed' softly as he sat back from the desk and studied the unassuming woman before him. After a few minutes of scrutiny, she begin to fidget feeling much like an ant under glass might.
Bobby snickered, adjusting his cap. "I don't personally care where she hangs out. House, garage…Hell, curl up on the frigging roof for all I care. Where ever you're comfortable, girl!"
"If it's no inconvenience, couch looks just fine!"
Sam laughed knowingly and muttered under his breath, "Try sleeping on the lumpy damn thing!"
With a nod of approval from Bobby, Bithiel stepped up to and landed softly sideways on the old furniture.
She sighed deep, smiling up at the men, "Lumpy's good!"
They both laughed at the blissful expression on her. After a second or two, they stopped to stare between each other and the woman laying just feet away. Bobby and Sam watched her hard a little while longer before realizing it wasn't their minds playing tricks on them.
Bithiel lay completely motionless, muscles lax. Her breathing slow and even.
"I thought angels don't need sleep?" The older half asked, half stated to the younger man.
Scratching his head, Sam turned a stunned look on him.
"They don't!"