I continue to see blood running, I hear the screams, the blood shedding around me, the ache and pain around me. My eyelids fly open, I take a deep breath in as I
feel confined in this small space, I find my lighter in my pocket, I get it to light to find that I am in a coffin.
" Help! Help! Help!" I scream hoarse, I cough as I pound on the wood above my head which causes dirt rains down on my face but I continue to pound, I dig my way
up till my hand bursts out of the dirt, followed by my other. I take a deep breath as my head finds air, I continue to crawl my way out of the ground, I flip on my back
panting. I get up to look around in the glaring sunlight, there was a wooden cross where my headstone was. I look to see a perfect circle of dead trees, laying on the
ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had felled them. I ignore it and begin walking through the heat, I find a road that soon lead to a gas station, I pound on the
door,
" Hello" I call out still hoarse, no one, I roll up my outer shirt over my right hand, breaks the glass on the door. As I get inside I find water bottles, I gulp at it and like
two more, I was gasping after. I look around to find a newspaper and sees the date, which read,Thursday, September 18th,
" September that can't be right" I said before going to the bathroom. I begin to wash my face in a dingy sink, then I look up and stare at my reflection. I was wearing
a blue tank top. Frowning, I stand only to pull the shirt up to expose my chest. Remembering the Hellhound, I stares at my unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy
gas station mirror. I turns my left shoulder to the mirror and pull up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw Handprint branding. I begin eating my fill, soon I got a bag and
filled it with cash from the register, I see TV to my left flicks on, showing only static. I shut it off; only to have a radio to my right turn on to white noise. Not wasting
a moment, I dart to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begins to pour it along the windowsill. A high-pitched single tone begins, and I clutch my
left ear in pain as I continues to pour salt with my right hand. As it continues, I drop the salt and crouches to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above my head
shatters as the sound continues, and I drop to the floor. I leap to my feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. I look around cautiously
as I see nothing outside,
" What the hell" I said to myself. I see a phonebooth though, I got to it and try calling both Sam and Dean's numbers,
" We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected." It says before I hang up, time to call Dad, I hangup the pay phone and inserts another coin,
dials another number. It rings once, then is picked up.
" Yeah?" Dad's voice filled my ears, I smiled,
" Dad" I asked as I heard a sigh,
" Yeah?" He replies, he must have been napping,
" It's me." I said with a grin finally someone answers .
" Who's "me" Dad asked as I sighed.
" Jace" I replied and he hung up, I hang up the receiver and dials again.
" Who is this?" Dad asked as I tried to convince him.
" Daddy it's me you gotta listen." I said pleading hoping he doesn't hang up.
" This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya." He said gruffly. The dial tone again, I hang up the phone and turns. I sees an old, beat-up white car parked outside, I smile
as I get inside to hotwire it,
"Come on please" I beg and it starts, I then drive home. I see the house, I walked to the porch and bang at the door, it opens revealing my dad, I smiles
"Hi Daddy" I said feeling tears in my eyes, "I, I don't..." Dad said as he was surprised, he backs up as I walked inside my home
"Yeah, me neither." I said as I was happy to be home.
"But here I am." I said smiling as I see Dad just staring at me. Though he then takes a silver knife and lunges forward trying to slash me, I grabs his arm and twists
it around, Dad breaks the grip and backhands me in the face.
"Dad it's me" I said trying to get him to stay still,
"My ass!" Dad barks back as I shove a chair between the two of us,.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after Mom got possessed, and...You didn't find out about Dean and I till you
found us making out in my bed" I said trying to convince him. Dad lowers the knife, steps forward slowly, I nod as he places a hand gently on my shoulder, but he
slashes again, this time I had the upper hand, I grab the silver knife in his hands.
" I am not a shapeshifter!" I growled as Dad was still in my grip.
" Then you're a Revenant!" Dad struggled as I then let him go, I back away from them and hold the knife out in front of me.
" Alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?"I said as I roll up my left sleeve, and, grimacing, slices my arm above the elbow with the knife. Blood
pools out of the wound and it still bleeds,
" Jacy"Bobby asked I shed a tear,
" That's what I've been trying to tell you." I said smiling at my father, Dad breaks as he grabbing me in for a tight hug, I return the hug with enthusiasm, relief on my
face.
"It's... It's good to see you Babygirl" Dad said as he patted my shoulder, my good one.
"But... how did you bust out? " Dad asked as I looked around the house.
"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box" I said before turning around to get water splashed in my face, the water was gritful, I spat it out
"I'm not a demon either, you know." I said wiping it off.
"Sorry. Can't be too careful." Dad said before embracing me tightly. I soon got out of the hug, getting a towel to clean my face, I explain to Dad what happened,
"But... that don't make a lick of sense." Dad said as I just shrugged,
"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir." I said as I stood straight,
"Jace. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit" Dad
started as I chuckled,
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject." I said as Dad rolled his eyes, but then looked at me,
"What do you remember?" Dad asked as I hid my swallow,
"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it." I lied dead through my teeth as Dad sat
down.
"Sam and Dean's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not..." I asked as Dad shook his head,
"Oh, Dean got a new number, he's around and Sam's alive. As far as I know." Dad said making me sigh,
"Good... Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?" I asked as I crossed my arms,
"I haven't talked to Sam for months." Dad said as I shook my head,
"You're kidding, you just let Sam go off by himself?" I asked a bit irritated,
"He was dead set on it." Dad grumbled as I nodded,
"Dad, you should've been looking after him." I said as Dad looked offended,
"I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. Worse for Dean, We had to bury you." Dad said as he pointed out the obvious,
"Why did you bury me, anyway?" I asked kinda confused,
"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it." Dad said as I quirked my eyebrows,
"Well, I'm glad he won that one." I said happy to be in my own body,
"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said." Dad said as I looked at him concerned.
" What do you mean?" I asked as he scoffed, "He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to
be found." Dad said as I thought,
"Oh, damnit, Sammy." I groaned at my conclusion
"Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo." I said as I groaned,
"What makes you so sure?" Dad asked as I looked dead at him,
"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up
joint. And then this." I said as I strip my jacket, pulling up the sleeve to reveal the brand.
"What in the hell?" Dad said as he stood up and looked at the brand ,"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out." I said before putting the sleeve
down,
"But why?" Dad asked me as I yawned,
"To hold up their end of the bargain." I told him as I was thinking of Dean.
"You think Sam made a deal." Dad asked as I nodded,
"It's what I would have done." I said sounding redundant. I pulled a phone out and dialed a number to get Sam's location.
"Yeah, hi, My Brother have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, he lost his phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. Yeah. Name's Wedge
Antilles. Social is 2-4-7- 4. Thank you." I said before hanging up and cross to a laptop on the table.
"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Dad asked as I looked up and smiled.
"You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?" I replied to his question and looked up the location. I open my old laptop to a web browser and type in the
address for ARC MOBILE.
"Hey, Dad? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?" I smiled at my reference, but Dad just sighed.
"Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy."He replied, I nodded. The laptop beeps; the display shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The
locator reads:263 Adams Road,Pontiac, Illinois.
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois." I said standing up."Right near where you were planted." Dad said confused.
"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" I said as I heard the front door open,
"Bobby you home" I heard Dean's voice,
"Yeah in here" He said as I got up from the chair,
"So no contact from Sam but I shou..." Dean said before he looked up and saw me,
"Hey Baby" I said smiling before he glared at me, great here we go again,
"Dean" I started but he had a knife in hand,
"Who are you" He yelled as Dad got him at a safe distance,
"Dean I checked its her it's really her" Dad said as I saw Dean shoulder loosen.
"Dad let him go" I said as Dad nodded to me, he let Dean go,
"Jace" He asked as I felt happy tears leave my eyes, I nodded, he dropped the knife and ran to me, as we embrace, I heard Dean crying,
"Shh Dean Baby I'm here" I said calming him down, "Dad let's search in the morning" I said as he nodded, I took Dean hand's in mine and we went upstairs to my
room where I locked my door, I turn around and Dean's lips connect to mine,
"Dean please make love to me" I said as he looked at me and nodded, He then kissed me and I kiss passionately back, I moan as his lips connect to my neck, I take
my shirt and bra off, Dean's lips grip my nipples tight, I cry out as Dean picks me up and lays me in bed. I got his shirt off, I kissed his neck with lust but love. He
crawls on top of me as he removes his jeans along with my own, his swollen lips attacking my neck as I feel his finger cling to my panties, he removes them as I feel
his tongue lapping at my clit I try holding back a moan, but he finds my sweet spot, I feel his finger go inside me and I squirm beneath him,
"Dean please" I groan as I feel impatient,
"Babe" Dean said confused,
"Yeah" I asked feeling pleasure roll through me,
"Your hymen" He said feeling my lower lips,
"It was broken a long time ago" I said as Dean looked at me,
"Really cause that's not what I am seeing" He said smirking, I look to see my hymen was intact,
"I have been reborn I guess so I'm a virgin again" I said shrugging, Dean smirked as he then kissed me again,
"Do you want me to..." He asked as I nodded,
"Break it, by my last first" I moaned in his ear,
"Yes mam" He said as I felt his cock rubbing my renewed virgin pussy, His lips connected to mine as he thrusted inside, I once again for the second hopefully last
time my hymen break, I wince as he bottoms out but I never felt more complete .I soon feel him thrusting into me, I grip his back as the tension in my belly
increases, soon it snaps, I let out a groan of his name, as he picks up speed, my name falls out of his mouth like a song, his voice telling me he loved me over and
over again made tension in my belly appear again, and soon we both fall over the edge. He collapses next to me, I am panting for breath, this was pure love making,
I smile as Dean rolls over to me and wraps his arms around me to spoon. I quickly get comfortable, feeling his chest on my back, his heart beating in perfect rhythm
with mine own heart. I feel his lips on my shoulder for a few seconds before feeling them on my neck, I ran my hand through his hair with comfort. We stayed like
that the entire night, the next morning Dean and I get dressed, Dad looks at us smiling,
"Alright lovebirds lets hit the road" He said as I nodded. We drove and soon arrived to where the GPS said Sam was, the three walk down a dingy hallway and knock
on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door is opened by a woman with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looks at us
expectantly.
"So where is it?" She asked us, I quirked my eyebrows a bit confused.
"Where's what?" I replied to her as she gave me a dumb look.
"The pizza...which apparently takes two guys and a girl to deliver?" She responded to my question.
"I think we got the wrong room." I looked at my boys, but as soon as I said that I see Sam step into the light. He is grim and focused, and wears a grey t-shirt and
jeans.
"Hey, is..." Sam starts but then laid eyes on me, he stops dead and swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between Dean and Dad, then back at me.
"Heya, Sammy." I said looking dead at him. Sam is silent, so I step into the room, ignoring the girl who steps aside to lets me in. As I gets close, Sam pulls a knife
and lunges at me, the girl screams, I block his attack and Dad along with Dean pulls him off, gripping him around the shoulders. Poor Sam struggles.
"Who are you?!" He yells at me.
"Like you didn't do this?!" I snarled back at him.
"Do what?!" Sam argues back.
"It's her. It's her. I've been through this already, it's really her." Dad said causing him to look at Dean who nods.
"What..." Sam asked as I nodded,
"I know. I look fantastic, huh?" I said with a smile. Dad and Dean lets go of Sam, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls me into a desperate
hug. We embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as I looked to see Dean and Dad looking on with tears in his eyes. Sam pushes me back to arm's length.
The girl is looking on, looking confused.
"So are you two like... together?" She asked us.
"What? No. No. She's my best friend ." He said with a smile. Sam comes back into the room and sits down. I am standing above him, arms crossed. Dean, Dad and I
all look at Sam suspiciously.
"So tell me, what'd it cost?" I asked him as my anger boiled,
"The girl? I don't pay" Sam said smiling.
"That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?" I grimed at him.
"You think I made a deal?" Sam said looking at me.
"That's exactly what we think." Dad said before Sam stood up.
"Well, I didn't." Sam replied.
"Don't lie to me." I growled threateningly.
"I'm not lying." Sam said with an angered look.
"So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this." I said raising my voice.
"Look, Jace, I wish I had done it, all right?" He said making me grab the front of his shirt.
"There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!" I said as I was angry. Sam broke my grip,
"I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Jace, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for
months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Moon, I'm sorry." Sam growled, he never called me Moon unless he was angry or
telling the god honest truth. I nodded at him
"It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you." I said letting my emotions waver.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question." Dad reprized himself.
"If he didn't pull me out, then what did?" I asked looking at the three. Dad and Dean were on the couch, while I sat in Dean's lap, Sam enters and passes out bottles
of beer, then sits across from me.
"So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" I asked flicking the cap off with my nails.
"Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback." Sam said looking at me.
"All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?" Dad said with a glance.
"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up." Sam said as I got up and lifted a pink flowered bra.
"Oh yeah. I really feel your pain." I said setting it down.
"Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here." Sam said making me shiver damn demons.
"Yesterday morning." Sam replied to Dean.
"When I busted out." I said skiddish but calm.
"You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby asked looking at me.
"But why?" Sam asked as I looked outside.
"Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow." I said before looking back.
"How you feelin', anyway?" Dad asked me.
"I'm a little hungry." I replied patting my belly.
"No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?" Dean asked,
"Or demonic? Dad, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?" I said looking at the two.
"Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned." Dad said speaking up.
"Well, I feel fine." I said looking at my hands.
"Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help." Sam said looking at us.
"I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking." Dad said making me smile.
"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." I said smirking at him.
"I'll be right back" Dad said as I nodded. I stood as I cracked my neck.
"Hey Jace, what was it like?" Sam asked as I looked at him.
"What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing." I said lying dead through my teeth.
"Well, thank God for that." Sam replied and I nod.
"She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up." Dad said as Dean, Sam and I got into Dean's Impala. I decided to sleep in the backseat, still hearing
the screams of hell in my mind. Soon we got to her house. They knocks on the door, and Pamela opens it. She is in her thirties, strong and beautiful with a ready
smile.
"Bobby!" She said smiling. She grabs him into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. the three of us share a look.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." Dad smiled. Pamela steps back and looks Sam, Dean and I up and down appraisingly.
"So, these the boys and Jace?" She asked smiling.
"Sam, Dean Jace. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state." Bobby said as I smiled at her.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Jace Singer ,Dean Winchester's girl. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual." She said looking at me funny.
"If you say so." I smiled at her.
"Come on in." She said letting us in. She shuts the door once we were inside.
"So, you hear anything?" Dad asked her
"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your girl out, or why." Pam said looking at Dean.
"So what's next?" Dad asked her.
"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed." Pam said as serious as could be
"You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here." Dad asked scared, I smirked.
"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal." Pam said looking at me again.
"I'm game." I smirked at her. She takes all of us downstairs. Pam spreads a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. I look at it warily; I cock my head
as Pam squats in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads: Jesse Forever
"Who's Jesse?" I asked her, she laughed as she got up.
"Well, it wasn't forever." She replied.
"His loss." I said smiling. Pamela stands with several pillar candles in her hands, stops in front of me with a smirk.
"Might be your gain." She said making me smirk again, I see Dean looking surprised. As she passes by, Dean and Sam look at me, I smirk at Dean with a wink.
"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive." Sam said looking at Dean, who had a cocky smile on his face.
"Hey, she just got out of jail. Bring it." Dean said looking at me.
"You're invited too, Blondie" Pamela said smirking at me, which I nod at. Dean is wide eyed and his mouth slightly open. Pam looks at me, we were playing a joke on
Dean, but he didn't have to know. Soon Pamela, Dad, Sam, Dean and I are seated around the small table, which now has six lighted candles in the center.
"Right. Take each other's hands." She said which we all do.
"And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Pamela said as she slides her hand along my inner thigh making me jump.
"Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there." I smiled. Dean still appalled, keep this joke going.
"My mistake." She replied. I look around, nervous, then takes off my outer shirt, pulls up the left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the hand print. Pamela lays her hand on it.
"Okay." She said starting the chant.
"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure,
and command you, appear unto me before this circle." Pam started and a television flicks on to static; she continues.
"I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy." She said and I shook a bit.
"Castiel?" I asked him.
"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." She said to me.
"I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and
command you, show me your face." She continues.
"Maybe we should stop." Dean said as the noises got louder.
"I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!" She commanded. Suddenly the candles flare up several feet in the air and Pamela
begins to scream. Her eyes fly open and are filled with a white-hot flame. She collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out. I caught her and lowered her to
the floor.
"Call 9-1-1!" I scream. Dad scrambles out of his chair and into the next room. I crouch over her with Dean, She is conscious, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids fly
open to reveal black, empty sockets. She sobs.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" She sobbed. We got her to the hospital. Dean, Sam and I are sitting at a table giving his order to a waitress.
"Be up in a jiff." She said then left, Sam got off the phone.
"What'd Dad say?" I asked him.
"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U." Sam replied, I huffed,
" And blind, because of us." I growled.
"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." Sam said aggravated.
"That's not entirely true." I replied
"No?" Dean questioned me.
"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo- jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us." I said with a smirk.
"You're crazy. Absolutely not." Sam grunted at me, I stared at him.
"We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?" I said angry.
"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 me.
"You got a better idea?" Dean asked him as I felt a hand on my spine, Dean's thank god.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?" Sam said as I nodded.
"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." Sam replied as the waitress reappears with three plates of pie. She sets them on the
table.
"Thanks." Sam said with a slight smile, she plops down in a chair at the end of the table. I looks at her, smirking.
"You angling for a tip?" I said with a grin.
"I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." She said then her eyes go demon-black for a moment. a uniformed man by the counter and a cook behind the counter
also show the demon-black; the man goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it. She blinks her eyes, they go back to normal.
"Jace. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck." She sneers.
"That's me." I replied placing my arms on the table.
"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?" She questioned me.
"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out." I growled at her.
"Right. You don't." She rolled her eyes at me.
"No. I don't." I growled at her even more.
"Lying's a sin, you know." She smirked at me.
"I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..." My voice with full anger, it echoed.
"Mind your tone with me, girl. I'll drag you back to hell myself." She smirked at me, I let my anger receded. Sam and Dean, who has been staring daggers at her
through this exchange, shifts as if to attack. I hold a hand up and they stops, settles back into their seats.
"No, you won't." I said staring dead at her.
"No?" She asked.
"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." I growled at her.
"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." She growled at me. I leans forward, a challenge in my eyes. I throws a right hook at her, which she
takes. I throws another. She still does nothing but glare at them, looking more and more nervous.
"That's what I thought. Let's go, Babe, Sam." I said looking at them. They stand, and the demon sits there, fuming. I pull a roll of cash out of my pocket and carefully
peels off a ten dollar bill. I holds it up and drops it on the table like an insult.
"For the pie." I growled then exited the business with the boys. The three of us stalk out of the diner and across the street, tense and quick.
"Holy crap, that was close." I said yawning.
"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?" Sam asked him.
"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us." Dean said as I yawned.
"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately." Sam smirked at me.
"Not anymore – the smarter hunter's back in town." I said with my eyes at the youngest Winchester.
"Dean Jace, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous."Sam retorted.
"They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad motherfucker here. One job at a time." I said looking at Sam. As I
dozes, the television flicks on to the now-familiar static, and the radio starts whining as well. It wakes me, I rubs the sleep out of my eyes and rolls quickly to grab a
shotgun lying by the bed. I look around cautiously, glances at Sam's bed and sees that it is empty. I grimaces. The painfully high-pitched noise begins again, and I
grab right ear, keeping the weapon up in my left hand. A mirror on the ceiling shatters and rains broken glass down on me. I crumples to the ground, clutching both
ears as all the glass in the room shatters explosively. I screams/roar in pain. Both Dad and Dean bursts into the room as more glass shatters. Soon Dean is holding
me checking my ears after the noise dies. Dad drives his car as I wipes blood from my face. Dean in the backseat,
"How you doin', kid?" He asked me.
"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." I growled. Soon I called Sam then hung up after talking for a few minutes.
"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Dad asked me.
"Because he just tried to stop us." I replied.
"From what?" Dad asked once again.
"Summoning this thing. " Dean spoke up.
"It's time we faced it head-on." I said flexing my finger.
"You can't be serious!" Dean cried out.
"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby." I said with a deep growl.
"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything." Dad said terrified.
"That's why we've got to be ready for anything. " I said as I pull out Ruby's knife.
"We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk..." I said smirking.
"This is a bad idea." Dad retorted.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" I said looking at him.
"We could choose life." Dean said serious wise.
"Dean, 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." I said with my bitch face.
"Dean Jace, we could use Sam on this." Dad suggested.
"Nah, he's better off where he is." Dean replied. We went to a warehouse and painted the walls with every sigul known by heart.
"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin?" Dean asked us.
"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of." I replied
"This is still a bad idea." Dad said and I looked at him.
"Yeah, Dad, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" I said smiling. Dad 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 chants in Latin. We waited, nothing, Dean sat on the table while my
father paced. I just stop next to Dean as he rubbed my sore shoulders.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" I asked my dad, he glared at me, and I put up my hands as if I was caught.
"Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?" I asked him, as if on cue, a loud rattling shakes the roof. We arm ourselves with shotguns and take positions at the far end of the
warehouse.
"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Dean said putting me behind him. The door bursts open, a man in a business suit and trench coat stalks in. The light
bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, Dean and Dad both open fire, but the man still was walking towards us. I
grip Ruby's Knife, striding towards the man and give him a questioning look.
"Who are you?" I asked quirking my eyebrows.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He said with a monotone like voice.
"Yeah. Thanks for that." I said before rearing back and plunges the knife into his chest. The man looks down, unconcerned, pulls it out, and drops it to the floor.
Behind him, both Dean and Dad attack, and without looking, the man grabs both their weapons and uses it to swing them around. He touched their forehead with his
fingertips and both Dean and Dad are on the ground.
"We need to talk, Jace. Alone." He said looking at me. I crouch over both boys , checking their pulses. I look up and glare at the man,
"Your father and soulmate are alive." He said as I got up.
"Who are you?" I said pissed off.
"Castiel." He replied, so this is the person who burnt out Pam's eyes.
"Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?" I asked annoyed.
"I'm an Angel of the Lord." He replies and I scoff in disbelief.
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing." I said shaking my head.
"This is your problem, Jace You have no faith." He said stepping back. 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." I glared at him with a hated look on my face.
" I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that." Castiel said as he looked at
me.
" You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" I asked him, he nods at me and I chuckle a bit.
" Buddy, next time, lower the volume." I said placing a hand on my forehead.
" That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong." He said as he he looked at
me.
" And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?" I asked cocking my head a bit.
" This? This is... a vessel."He replied confused at my question.
" You're possessing some poor bastard?" I asked as I crossed my arms across my chest.
" He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this." Castiel replied as I shook my head at him.
" Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" I said making my eyes glaring. He frowned at me.
" I told you." He replied and I scoffed again,
" Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" I asked him.
" Good things do happen, Jace" He replied and I just shook my head, but looked at Dean.
" What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" Castiel asked me.
" Why'd you do it?" I asked looking him in his blue eyes.
"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you." He replied before he disappeared, Dad and Dean both woke up, we went home, while we were in bed,
Dean had his arms wrapped around my belly. I still don't buy this, but somehow I am starting to believe it. Why does God of all people want me out of Hell, why am I
so special?