Bobby is sitting at his desk with a pile of books in front of him. Sam is sitting in a chair in the opposite corner talking to Dean, and standing behind Bobby like a reaper.
"Well, then tell me what else it could be?" Sam asked Dean.
"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel!" Dean said stubbornly.
"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" Sam asked. He has a point...This whole angel idea seemed a bit farfetched, but Sam has a point.
"Maybe he's some kind of demon! Demons lie!" Dean said.
"Dean you know just as well as I do he was not a demon." I said. "I mean seriously?! A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!"
"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?!" Dean argued.
"Yeah. You just did, Dean!" Sam explained.
"I'm trying to come up with a theory here! Okay? Work with me." Dean said.
"Dean, we have a theory." Sam said.
"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please!" Dean said forcefully.
"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!" Dean argued angrily.
"You chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?!" Bobby asked, annoyed. Sam and Dean head over to Bobby's desk, probably intimidated by him right about.
"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!" Bobby said.
"What else?" Dean asked.
"What else, what?" Bobby ask
"What else could do it?" Dean asked.
"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing." Bobby replied.
"Dean, this is good news!" Sam said to Dean.
"How?" Dean asked.
"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 said, with a bit of excitement.
"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?" Dean questioned.
"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby said.
"I don't know, guys." Dean said, doubtfully.
"Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam explained.
"Proof?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Sam replied.
"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?"
"Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?"
"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 get saved? I'm just a regular guy."
"Sam's right! Dean, everything we've found so far supports the exsistence of God and Angels! And if you don't believe know then you better start believing! I'm pretty sure that Castiel didn't airlift your ass out of hell, save my life, and fly down from heaven to watch you and Sam have religious debates and you questioning life! Something big is starting, big enough from the man upstairs to get involved. And he picked you! So you better be damn greatful!" I said, attempting to end this. I hate fighting! I am tired of this ridiculous argument!
"Alright, I'm sorry I am. It just creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God." Dean explained.
"Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat." Sam said, in a joking manner.
"Fine. What do we know about angels?" Dean said, giving up this fight.
Bobby picks up a pile of fat and weighty looking books and puts them in front Dean.
"Start reading." Bobby said.
Dean looks at the pile of books, and turns towards Sam.
"You're gonna get me some pie." Dean said. He sighs and grabs a book from the top of the pile.
Dean was on the phone with Sam, talking about chips and telling him to rember the pie, blah blah blah. I on the other hand was standing over Dean's shoulder as he read. I didnt actually read thd book, i was just there, watching Dean read.
Bobby emerges from the kitchen with a couple beers. I grab a beer and open it.
"You've been reading a pretty long while boy. Wanna take a break?" Bobby asked.
"A beer break!" I said cheerfully. Dean sretched and closed the book he was reading. He grabbed a beer and drank.
Bobby and Dean endulged themselves in a conversation while my mind wandered. I started thinking about Castiel the Angel. He seemed so stoic...I wonder if all angels are like that. He seemed so...clueless.
"...Lice...Alic...Alice!"
I snapped out of my daze and turned my head towards Bobby and Dean.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"You were spaced out for like 5 minutes." Dean said.
"You alright kid?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, just thinking~" I said with a heavy sigh.
Sam pulls up to a house. Bobby walks towards the car window and peers through.
"Keep the engine running." Bobby says.
"Why? What's going on?" Sam asked worriedly.
"I got a friend one state over - Olivia Lowry." Bobby started. "I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore this many calls."
"Olivia Lowry...a hunter, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. We're gonna go check on her. You guys follow me." Bobby said.
Dean and I approach the car, as Bobby heads to his own car. Dean approaches the driver seat and I am stuck in the back seat.
"Scoot over. Yeah." Dean said to Sam, getting into the driver seat. Dean grabs the bag of food Sam bought back and looks inside it.
"Dude?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's the pie?"
Bobby enters the house, armed with a gun, followed by Dean, Sam, and I who are also armed and we search for Olivia.
"Olivia?" Bobby questions with disbelief.
Olivia is found dead and covered in blood on the floor. Bobby quickly walks away, and out of the room.
"Bobby?" Dean said curiously as he watched Bobby dissappear.
"Hey, guys. Salt line." I saod pointing to the doorway.
Dean picks up the nearby EMF on the floor.
"Olivia was rocking the EMF meter." Dean said.
"Spirit activity." Sam said, clarifying what we all know.
"Yeah, on steroids maybe. I never even seen a ghost do this to a person!" I said in disbelief. Ghosts dont usually...well do that.
Bobby enters the room again, his phone in his hand.
"Bobby, you all right?" Dean asked.
"I called some hunters nearby..." Bobby started.
"Good. We can use their help!" I said.
"...except they ain't answering their phones either." Bobby said.
"Something's up, huh?" Sam suggested.
"You think?" Bobby asked, sarvastically.
Bobby walked out of the room once again.
The three of us look at each other with worried faces...I have a feeling I'll be seeing Castiel again real soon...
I KNOW I KNOW! I TOOK FOREVER TO UPDATE IM SOWWIES! BUT LIKE SENPAI! HE FINALLY NOTICED ME! ITS A TERRIBLE EXCUSE I KNOW, BUT I ALSO HAD A BIT OF WRITERS BLOCK AND I WAS ALSO JUST PLAIN LAZY! ;-;
I'LL UPDATE SUPER FAST HOWEVER I NEED YOU GUYS TO REVIEW!
In the next chapter with the ghosts and stuff. I'm planning on giving Alice her very own ghost(s)! However im not sure which to go with!
1. Old Boyfriend
2. Best Friend
3. Father
You can also suggest how they die if you want but you dont have to! I CANT DO THE NEXT CHAPTER UNTIL I KNOW THIS PART!