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It took only minutes for everyone to be in the house with their noses buried in books to try to sort this out. Looking at them I couldn't help but think of the boys from my university who would sit in the library, for hours, never removing their faces from one book or another. Busily working through word after word and symbol after symbol. I walked through the house and back to the sofa where I had been sitting that morning. I looked on the coffee table in front of me. It held a large stack of books and I slowly sifted through them looking for anything that had to do with anything really. Although I watched the show I was nowhere near prepared to deal with the world in which it took place. As I thumbed through the books I glanced up and watched as all the color drained quickly from Cas's face as he stared down into a dark red text. I stood up quickly dropping numerous word covered pages onto the sofa and walked over placing a hand on Castiel's shoulder.
"Cas...what did you find..." Cas raised his face to mine eyes wide as an owl.
"you can't be here!" I stepped back and blinked at him.
"Ok...Cas YOU brought me here..." He blinked and straightened up still keeping my eyes.
"I brought you here but I didn't know...It turns out that your blood does much much more than I was aware. Not just your blood but all of you." I leaned my head to the side and raised an eyebrow.
"Guys, I need someone who speaks Castiel please?" Sam, Dean, and Bobby all put down their books and quickly made their way to where we were standing.
"Cas, what did you find man?" Dean asked weary that it probably wasn't good.
"Dean...I should have never brought her here. Guardian angel soulmates, they are so much more than I was ever made aware of. I am not even sure that Anthony knew exactly what he was a part of." Dean grabbed the book from Castiel's shaking hands and quickly read through what Castiel was freaking out about. Dean explained that the book stated when God created mankind he also created the soulmates who were destined to find everlasting love with one of his most prized angels. These Beings would be made not only in his image but in the image of his angels as well. These were to be beings of full purity formed by not only the love of humankind but also by the love of the heavenly angels. The one thing God didn't account for was that his perfect humankind did not always treat each other with love and some of the soulmates quickly became corrupted by anger and sadness and blind rage. As God had created these beings to be pure and perfect he hid inside each of them a set of wings so that they could one day join their beloved soulmate in heaven. As the soulmates became corrupted they became angry with God for making them in such a world and they began to use their wings to rise to heaven and slaughter every angel they could find. At that time most of the soulmates were eradicated but some, who were truly beings of purity, were left to live and this is how the soulmates became a rare creature and one whom is extremely powerful. If a demon were to possess a soulmate they could ride them up to heaven and then all the angels as well as the souls would be in grave danger.
"I suppose you can't just send her back and pretend this didn't happen can you Cas?"
"No..." Castiel said eyes staring at the floor.
"I don't even know how she managed to live this long without something realizing that she existed. Now that she has been here I am certain that if we send her back alone she will be killed, or worse." I fell to the floor with my legs a jumbled mess underneath of myself.
"Thank you Cas...You couldn't let me die, so you brought me here to die painfully." I yanked at my legs and brought my knees up to my chin burying my face in the soft blue jean.
"Well...I guess the first thing to do then is to get her an anti-possession mark." If I were a dog you would have been able to see my ears perk up at the mention of this. I raised my eyes looking at dean.
"...tattoo?...you're getting me a tattoo right?" Dean tried to hold back a laugh.
"Seriously kid, we tell you that you're a nuclear weapon and that your life is in danger but at the thought of a tattoo you're suddenly in a good mood again?" I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"uhh...yea? Dude I don't look forward to dying but hey its gunna happen eventually right? I've kinda learned to live every day as if your gunna off yourself tomorrow so...bad news tends to just bounce off of me." The guys looked at me and Dean's face fell in what half seemed like anger.
"What is with all you fucking teenagers and the suicide!? Do you know what I would do if Sammy just 'off'd himself'!? I'd bring him back to life and kick his fucking ass for being a selfish prick. You telling me you have absolutely no people in the world who would be not ok with you dying?" I raised my eyes to him tears welling in them.
"My dad...and...my little brother...but...other than that..." Tears fell from my eyes " I genuinely don't think anyone would really care. I mean sure they would cry the day they found out I died, maybe put on a little show at some small funeral. But after maybe a month? Life goes on. It's not like I kill monsters and save lives every day. I'm not a good person. I do drugs, I steal, I lie..." I brought my hands up to cover my face
"Uggggggggg..." I reached into my pocked and thumbed over the extra joint and the lighter that remained stuffed there where I had left them.
"Ok, you guys stay here and figure out what to do with me, I'm going for a walk." I stood up and walked towards the door.
"Kid!" dean tried commanding me to stay but I grabbed his jacket off the coat rack and walked out the door. I walked down the empty road the ends of the jacket sleeves hanging loosely off my short arms. I reached one hand into the pocked of my jeans and pulled out the joint and lighter. I stopped and placed the thin paper wrapped herb between my lips flicking the lighter and lighting the end inhaling one large lung of smoke and signed it out as I continued walking. I reached into the pocket of Dean's jacket while I puffed away at the herb and I found a small flask full of a dark brown liquid.
"Oh Dean." I scoffed before taking a little swing of it, the bitter yet sharp liquid made me cringe.
"Man, I don't know how people can drink this shit straight." I said with a laugh. I looked up at the sky as I walked onward.
"Annie...What am I gunna do..." As I walked further down the road I eventually got to a little town and found a small tattoo parlor. I put my hand back in deans pocked and grabbed the wallet.
"Well he was going to get me one anyway may as well have an excuse for my walk." I walked into the tattoo parlor slightly light headed from the herb and I flagged down the tattoo artist. I drew him a picture of what I wanted and sat down to wait for him to finish the appointment that he was in the middle of.
As I sat I tried to think of somewhere to put the mark and I decided that I would put it on my right foot since I already had a tattoo on my left and I wanted one on the other side anyways. About 20 minutes past with me sitting in the waiting area and then the artist quickly called me and ordered me to sit in the chair.
"Sorry about the wait, we're a small town so this shop runs mostly on walk ins."
"It's not a problem, I don't have anywhere else to be anyways." I smiled and he smiled back at me before going back to gathering the ink and needles to do my piece.
I sat back lifting my foot onto the chair and taking hold of my leg with my arm. I had sat through one foot tattoo already and it hadn't been a fun time so I knew what I was getting into with this one. I closed my eyes as I heard the buzz of the needle and sucked in a sharp breath as it hit my skin. I just kept thinking 'Hey, if Sam and Dean can battle ghost, ghouls, and demons getting all manner of cuts and bruises then I can sit through one lousy tattoo'.
"So what is this symbol anyways?" I looked at the artist and made up the first excuse I could think of.
"It's from a t.v show I'm really into." Hey, technically it wasn't a lie.
"Sure you're not gunna regret this kid?" He asked but even if I had answered yes the tattoo was half done and he didn't stop so I could tell he probably didn't care much.
"Naw, I somehow feel like the show has had a really huge impact on my life. As if one day I was just shoved into a world that I didn't even recognize." The artist stopped for a moment to give me a curious look.
"Well, that's good then." He shrugged his shoulders and finished up the tattoo. He took a blue cloth soaked in a cool liquid and wiped it over my foot, the cold felt amazing and I sighed with relief from the heated pressure. I looked down at the pentagram looking symbol on my foot and smiled. It took up most of my foot and was leaned more towards the outside rather than being set dead center.
"Well, walking may be kinda hard for the next few days due to swelling but the tattoo turned out ok." I thanked the man, paid him in cash and took my leave. I walked out the door and limped down the road until I found a small diner. Although the pain from the tattoo had mostly killed my high as soon as I saw the dinner the munchies set in.
"Well...I could just grab some pie...that way I get to eat it and I can bring some back as an apology for taking off...Dean will never stay made as long as I give him pie." I rolled my eyes as I laughed walking into the diner. I walked over to the counter and took a seat in a tall swivel chair.
"What can I get for you hun?" I short woman with long red hair leaned over the counter smiling.
"Do you have any apple pie?" The woman straitened up thinking to herself.
"Why yes, I believe we do. Would you like some darlin?"
"Could I get 5 slices to go please?"
"Well now you gunna be able to eat all that by yourself lil girl?" The waitress teased.
"No no, I'm meeting up with some other people. Actually I kind of ran away so this is my 'I'm sorry please don't hate me' gift for them." The waitress gave me a soft smile and walked out back to put the pie in a takeout container for me. When she returned she not only held the takeout container but also a plate with a large serving of apple pie topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
"Before you go eat this, it's on the house. If you ran away I'm sure you had good reason but you should eat up, get some courage, and go back before your friends get too worried about you." I smiled back at her and nodded.
"Yes ma'am" The woman giggled and went back to serving other customers while I sat eating my pie. As I shoved a fork full of warm apple pie into my mouth I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and froze. I turned the chair slowly to see who it was and as soon as I saw I was filled with relief and then dreed. Standing before me was none other than the sheriff miss Jody Mills.
"Oh...good day Sheriff...can I help you?" The sheriff took the seat next to me and let out a breath.
"You know you gave those boys a fright taking off like that. They even called me and asked me to find you for them." She looked at the takeout container and raised an eyebrow.
"Going somewhere?"
"No no no you've misunderstood. I swear I'm not taking off! I felt bad for leaving like I did so I bought everyone pie as an apology." I dropped my eyes to the plate in front of me.
"Actually I had gotten mine to go to but the waitress kinda..." I trailed off taking out a piece of pie and handing it to sheriff Mills.
"Here, this is an extra since I got this. You can have it." The sheriff leaned over the counter and grabbed a plate placing the pie on it.
"So who...or what...are you anyways? Those damn boys sent me out to find you but they never told me why they want you or why you took off. So what's up?" I poked at my pie with the silver fork in my hand until she placed a hand over mine.
"Sweetie you can talk to me. Are you ok?" I nodded my head halfheartedly.
"I'm fine but...It's not really my business to discuss what's going on so if you want to leave now I'll let Sam and Dean explain to you what's going on. I'm just the burden who needs to be dealt with." The sheriff looked at me with worry in her eyes, after all, she was a mother once.