Dean and I just finished up giving the waitress our orders. "Be up in a jiff." The waitress said, walking away. I was staring at the family sitting next to the window. How nice it must be...a family, a mom and dad, brothers and sisters...How nice it must be.
"You alright?" Dean asked me. I nodded, not able to pull my eyes away.
"You sure? You look a little...out of it." Dean said.
"I'm fine." I said. Finally looking away from the family and snapping out of my trance.
"And what was with you at Pam's place, you were all jumpy and scared." Dean said. "I guess I'm just a bit on edge. You did sprout out of the ground like a daisy. Whatever pulled you out seems pretty powerful." I said to Dean. "Guess I'm just a bit worried. Lilith ain't got nothing on this guy." Sam walks up to us and takes a seat.
"Got that right.." Dean muttered.
"What'd Bobby say?" Dean asked.
"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U." Sam said.
"And blind, because of us." Dean said. To be fair she was warned, and I said she should stop, she kept going and burned her eyes out!
"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." Sam said.
"That's not entirely true." I said, cheerfully.
"No?" Dean asked confused.
"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever." I said.
"She's right! I mean with the right shtuff we could summon him, bring him right to us." Dean suggested.
"You're crazy. Absolutely not." Sam said sternly.
"We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did? " Dean said.
"Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?" Sam asked, as if he thought we were crazy.
"Well, it might be worth a try..." I added quietly.
"And you!" Sam pointed am accusing finger straight at me. What'd I do?! "It was like you just watched yourself rip your lungs out and eat it! You were scared shitless at Pam's place! And you think you can handle a face to face with this guy?!"
"You got a better idea?!" I asked, challenging him.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?"Sam started.
"Okay." Dean said, urging Sam to continue.
"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." Sam said.
"Right right, lets ask the demo-" I was cut off my a pain in my head. It was like a massive headache. I screamed out in pain. I could see Sam and Dean panicing trying to help in someway, but I couldnt hear a word they were saying. The sound got higher and higher it was an ear splitting pain. I thought I'd start bleeding out of my earw, because it was to intese. I thought my ear drums would burst...but then it stopped. Just like that. I cautiously sat back down and removed my hands from my head. I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
"What the hell was that?!" Dean asked me worriedly.
"I'm not sure..." I said.
The Waitress reappears with three plates of pie and set them on the table.
"Thanks." Sam said. The Waitress then plops down in a chair at the end of the table. Dean looks at her, smirking.
"You angling for a tip?" Dean asked.
"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." The Waitress said. Her eyes go demon-black for a moment; one of the employees by the counter and a Cook behind the counter also show the demon-black; the employee goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it.
"Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck." The waitress says.
"That's me." Deam replies. "So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?" The waitress asks, I could tell she wasn't too pleased at the fact that Dean is back.
"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples." Dean says sarcastically. "I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out."
"Right. You don't." The waitress said, accusingly.
"No. I don't." Dean said with his Sharkeisha attitude.
"Lying's a sin, you know." The waitress said with her own Sharkeisha tude.
"I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..." Dean said, rudely.
"Mind your tone with me, boy! I'll drag you back to hell myself." Flo threatened, angrily. Sam, who has been staring daggers at her, made a move to attak, but Dean holds a hand up and Sam stops and settles back into his seat. I don't move a muscle. If she wanted to do something it would've happened already.
"No, you won't." Dean said 'a matter-o'-factly'.
"No?" Flo said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose." Dean said, challenging her.
"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." Flo said angrily, trying to appear calm but not quite working. Dean leans forward, a challenge in his eyes. He throws a right hook at her, which she takes. He throws another. She still does nothing but glare at them, looking more and more nervous.
"That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam, Alice." Dean said. We stand, and the demon sits there, fuming. Dean pulls a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peels off a ten dollar bill. He holds it up and drops it on the table like an insult.
"For the pie." Dean said.
Sam and Dean leave the diner and across the street, tense and quick.
"Holy crap, that was close!" Dean said taking a long breath.
"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?" Sam asked worriedly.
"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us." Dean explained.
"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately." Sam said, trying to convince him.
"Not anymore! The smarter brother's back in town." Dean said with pride.
"Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous."
"They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mojo here. One job at a time." Dean explained.
Dean and I had dozed off in the motel. The television flicks on to static, and the radio starts whining as well. My eyes barely open before closing again. Dean wakes up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He hits me on the arm and I groan and get up unwillingly. Dean quickly grabs a Shotgun lying by the bed. He looks around cautiously, glances at Sam's bed and sees that it is empty. I was going to comment but a painfully high pitched noise similar to the one in my head begins again. But this time it's not in my head, Dean hears it too. He grabs his right ear, keeping the weapon up in his left hand. I cover my ears with my hands trying to do something to stop it. A mirror on the ceiling shatters and rains broken glass down on us. I cover my head with my arms to prevent and serious damage. The noise gets louder and we both crumple to the ground, clutching our ears as all the glass in the room shatters explosively. I start screaming, which isn't really helping. Bobby bursts into the room as more glass shatters.
"Alice, Dean!" He yells.
I'm in the backseat of Bobby's car, Dean in the passenger seat up front. I wipe the blood from the cuts on my arms.
"How you two kids doin'?" Bobby asked.
"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." Dean said sarcastically.
"I feel like a herd of penguins just screamed directly into my ears and with children playing with sleighbells in the background." I said, rubbing my head. "Ugh...this is like a nightmare."
Dean pulls out his phone and dials a number, I'm assuming it's Sam since he wasn't at the motel.
"What are you doing?...In my car?...Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer..." Dean said into the phone. Bobby and I gave Dean a surprised look and Dean held up a finger to silence us. "Done. Catch you later." Dean said, ending the call.
"Why the hell didn't you tell him?!" Bobby asked Dean.
"Because he'd just tried to stop us." Dean said.
"From what?" I asked him.
"Summoning this thing." Dean said, once more Dean was faced with two surprised faces. "It's time we faced it head-on."
"You can't be serious!" I said to Dean, worriedly.
"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby!" Dean said, determination in his voice. "And here I thought you eere on my side Alice."
"I was, but I'm having some second thoughts." I said doubtfully.
"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything." Bobby said.
"That's why we've got to be ready for anything." Dean said, pulling out Ruby's knife. "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk..."
"This is a bad idea..." I muttered.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" Dean said.
"We could choose life!" I suggested.
"Alice, 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 our stand." Dean said.
"You sound like a rebelling teen..." I muttered.
"Dean, we could use Sam on this one." Bobby said.
"Nah, he's better off where he is." Dean said, brushing it off.
Bobby is drawing symbols with white spray paint on the floors and walls and Dean and I are setting up equipment at a table.
"That's a hell of an art project you've got going there." Dean said to Bobby, sarcastically."
"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin?" Bobby asked.
"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of!" I said excitedly. This is kinda exciting, not knowing what we're after, but heading straight for it anyway!
"This is still a bad idea." Bobby told Dean.
"Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" Dean said.
Bobby nods reluctantly. He goes over to another desk, takes a pinch of some powder from a bowl, and sprinkles it into a larger bowl, which begins to smoke. He starts to chant in Latin.
About an hour or so later Bobby, Dean, and I are all seated on tables, being bored as hell.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked, doubtfully. Bobby gives him a mean look which makes Dean immediately back off. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?" As if on cue, a loud rattling shakes the roof. We grab out shotguns and take positions at the far end of the warehouse.
"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Dean said. Somehow, I doubt that... The door bursts open and a handsome man in a business suit and trenchcoat stalks in. The light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, we open fire, but the shots do not even make him flinch. Dean takes the demon knifs as the man gets close.
"Who are you?" Dean asked him forcefully.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." The man said in a deep monotone voice. I'm assuming he is Castiel...
"Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean said before plunging the knife into Castiel's chest. Castiel looks down, unconcerned, pulls it out and drops it to the floor. Behind him, Bobby attacks; without looking, Castiel grabs Bobby's weapon and uses it to swing him around. Castiel touches Bobby on the forehead with fingertips and he crumples to the ground.
"We need to talk, Dean, Alice. Alone." Castiel said. Dean crouches over Bobby checking his pulse. He glares at the man. I look towards the two of them worriedly. "Your friends alive." The man said.
"Who are you?!" I asked forcefully.
"Castiel." He said blankly.
""Yeah, we figured that much, she means what are you?" Dean asked, irritated by Castiel's calm demeanor.
"I'm an Angel of the Lord." Castiel said.
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing!" Dean said.
"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith." Castiel said. He turns his head towards me and I take a cautious step back. He approaches me slowly. "You...Alice. You puzzle are afraid. Of many things, however...you are not afraid of me. Why?"
"I figured if you wanted to kill us, we'd be crispy chicken by now judging by what you can do." I replied. "However, that whole angel thing you're selling. I'm not buying it." Lightning flashes, and on Castiel's back great shadowy wings appear, stretching off into the distance. The light goes out and the image disappears.
"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes!" Dean said angrily.
"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you two already knew that..." Castiel said. "You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?!" Dean asked in disbelief.
"And that headache I had? Was that some weird sort of telepathic angel communication?!" I asked, a bit freaked out by it.
Castiel simply nods in response.
"Buddy, next time, lower the volume." Dean said.
"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you two would be one of them. I was wrong..." Castiel said, frowning in dissappointment.
"And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?" Dean asked with a bit of sarcastic tude.
"This? This is... a vessel." Catiel said, briefly looking down at himself.
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked, shocked.
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this." Castiel explained.
"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Dean asked skeptically.
"I told you." Castiel said, frowning.
"Are you buying this?!" Dean asked me, pointing towards Castiel.
"Well, to be fair he hasnt given much of a reason not to...So, yeah I guess so..." I said, trailing off in the end.
"It is true. I am an Angel of the Lord." Castiel says.
"Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" Dean asked. He didnt trust Castiel one bit.
"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel asked, slightly confused.
"Not in my experience..." Dean said frowning.
"What's the matter?" Castiel asked. He observed Dean closer and his face twisted in confusion as he tried to read him. "You don't think you deserve to be saved...?"
"Why'd you do it? Free him." I asked.
"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you. Both of you." Castiel said.
HEY HEY HEYYYY! New chapter! Im so super motivated~! *fist pump* Dont worry Alice's character will become less Mary Sue and more involved in the story! I'm just trying to smooth it in~ To coax the Tiger, care for it, love it AND THEN POUNCE! OnO BUT ANYWAY! BE SURE TO REVIEW! OwO I love getting reviews they make me happy~