Chapter 14

Sam ran up to his sister. As Deanna expected she got a facefull of holy water.

"I'm not a demon Sam." She said.

"Then what are you?" John questioned.

Deanna looked over at him with a semi confused look.

"I'm me? I'm Deanna!"

"But you can't be?"

"But I am. I'll prove it."

Deanna pulled a silver knife from her pocket. Sam stepped back and went into a defensive stance.

"Relax! If I wasn't myself would I do this with a silver knife?" Deanna ran the knife down her arm. "See not burning, not a shifter. You tested me with holy water, what more do you need?"

"It's really you?"

"Yes."

Before anyone else could speak Deanna was being hugged to death by Sam.

"I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too Sammy, but could you maybe, possibly let me go?"

"Sorry." Sam said releasing Deanna.

Sherlock and John continued to stare at Deanna like she would attack them. Well Sherlock was more analysing her, like he usually did.

"It's good to see you again Deanna." Sherlock said after a while.

John still held his gaze. Sherlock tapped his shoulder. "You can relax John, she's really Deanna."

"You're alive?"

"Last time I checked, yeah."

John got up and hugged her tight. He never wanted to let her go in case she left again. Deanna pushed him away.

"No chickflick moments."

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Just don't let it happen again."

John smiled at Deanna's ability to still joke around. It's good to see that some things never change.

"So guys, what have you been up to while I've been gone?" Deanna asked expectantly.

They told her about the very few cases that they'd taken during the time she'd been gone. They left out the bit about what Sam had been up to. Deanna didn't need to know and it had stopped. Well John believed it had stopped. Sherlock didn't particularly want to tell him the truth since everything would probably get either loud or awkward afterwards. Sam just didn't want them to know and he especially didn't want his sister to know.

Deanna listened to their stories with interest. But then came the time when they wanted answers from her. Answers she didn't want to give.

"So Deanna, we've told you what we've been up to while you were gone but the question still remains... Where were you?"

Deanna paled at the question as memories flooded through her mind. No! She didn't want to remember. She held her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to block out the memories assaulting her mind.

Deanna was trapped,. Tied down to a table. She'd tried to escape yet again. What a stupid idea, there was no escape! She watched as the white eyed demon she now knew as Alastair paced the room with a very sharp knife in his hand.

"Well well well, here we are again."

"Yes. Here we are." Deanna sassily responded,.

"Haven't you learnt your lesson yet? Escape from here is impossible!"

"You still haven't enlightened me as to where here actually is."

"Oh. you want to know where you are?" Alastair cooed.

"Yes I do, so just cut to the chase and tell me already."

"Alright I'll humour you. After all I'm going to torture you again anyway."

"Get on with it!"

"Fine then. You are in hell."

"No. That's impossible?"

"Clearly it isn't. Haven't you wondered how I can torture you all I like and you just don't die no matter what I do to you? I'll give you an example."

Alastair raised the knife and plunged it deep into her chest. Deanna yelled out in pain as the knife entered. She waited for the inadvertently. She waited wondering how long her body would take to surcome to the darkness. The minutes ticked by and she was still awake. Still breathing.

"So you see, you can't die here which only makes it that much more fun for me. Because you see I can do anything to you and you're powerless to stop me. I could strip your skin from your bones if I wanted to and you'd stay breathing. Perfectly alive."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You're needed Deanna. We need you broken. I just happen to be the one who gets to have fun breaking you."

"You won't break me! I won't break. Whatever your plans are find someone else to help you with them."

"No can do honey."

'Don't call me that!" Deanna snapped.

"I'll break you, just you wait."

Alastair grabbed the knife that was in her chest and pulled it out. He gave her that creepy annoyingly evil smile as he plunged it into her leg. She screamed a silent, wordless scream.

John, Sherlock and Sam had seen Deanna's reaction to their question. She'd paled significantly. Sam slowly walked up to her fully intending to comfort her. When she covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut Sam ran to her. John began approaching as well. Sam would help her though, Sam always helped her.

Suddenly Deanna collapsed to the ground. Sam got down to the ground and held her in his arms. He began stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her.

"Deanna?" When he got no response from her Sam looked up at John helplessly. "You're a doctor! Do something!"

John cautiously approached Sam and Deanna. He knelt down to their level and checked Deanna's vitals. He was relieved to find that they were all working despite the fact that her pulse was fast.

"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked him in worry.

"I think she's having a flashback."

"Will she be okay?"

"Yes."

"Thank god." Sam mumbled as he continued stroking Deanna's hair.

After approximately 10 minutes of Deanna being unconscious she screamed and opened her eyes. They darted nervously around the room until they met Sam's.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Peachy. One question though... why am I on the floor?"

"You collapsed."

"Oh." Was all Deanna said in response.

"Oh? I just told you that you collapsed on the floor and all you have to say in response is oh?"

"What else am I supposed to say?"

"Jerk."

"Bitch!"

After Deanna had recovered from her supposed flashback she had insisted on doing the shopping. She probably just wanted to do something to feel normal again and none of them were about to deny her.

Deanna had left the flat and walked down the street stopping off at an empty bar. A beer would be really nice right now, then maybe she'd be able to answer their questions without passing out.

She entered the bar and went up to the barmaid.

"Can I have a beer?"

"Sure thing." She said. She was too damn cheery. It annoyed Deanna to no end. How can some people be so freaking happy all the time?

When the barmaid came back with her beer she took it and thanked her. The barmaid had smiled her and told her that she was going to go outside for a bit. Deanna had gladly accepted that.

Once the perky barmaid was gone Deanna began sipping on her beer. She heard her phone go off and assumed it was Sam. He'd been sending her texts practically every 5 minutes since she'd left the flat.

Suddenly the TV above the bar flipped on. Odd, she was the only one inside who could've turned it on. She heard a loud, high pitched ringing sound. Damn it was loud. She covered her ears in an attempt to block it out but it just got louder. Windows began to shatter from the loud sound. Deanna got to the ground as glasses and such exploded around her.

When the noise stopped she tentatively got up and observed the damage. The bar was wrecked! She walked to the door careful to avoid any glass which was littering the floor and ran out of it. She quickly went to the shops and picked up the shopping before going home. She had to tell them about the noise, it was definitely not something any human could've made.

When she went through the door Sam let out a relieved sigh.

"Where have you been? I've been texting you and calling you. Why wouldn't you pick up?"

"You were texting me every five minutes Sam."

"Yeah but why didn't you answer my calls."

Deanna pulled at her phone. The screen was cracked and the phone was broken beyond repair.

"What happened to your phone?"

"I went to a bar for a drink but there was this really loud sound and it shattered everything."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Sammy."

"Like hell you are! Do you have any idea what was making the sound?"

"Nothing we've ever faced before."

John and Sherlock chose that moment to come into the room. Deanna quickly relayed what had happened to them as well. It wasn't long until the laptops had been pulled out and everyone was researching.

Before anyone could find anything all of their laptops simultaneously shut off. The lights began to flicker and they heard a crash on the roof. The door blew open with a gust of cold wind.

"Wishful thinking but maybe it's just the wind." Deanna mused.

A blast of electricity exploded some lights and a man in a tan coloured trench coat walked into the room. His hair was messy and he had a strange looking sword in his right hand.

John instantly pulled out his gun and shot at the mysterious man. The man was unaffected by the multiple shots John fired with many different monster killing bullets. The man put two fingers on John's head and he collapsed to the ground. Sherlock, Sam and Deanna all froze in shock as John fell. The man then did whatever he'd done to John to Sam and Sherlock who then too collapsed to the ground.

Deanna rushed over to Sam to check if he was alive when the man spoke in a deep, gravelly voice "Your friends are alive."

Deanna moved away from Sam and stared into the man's deep blue eyes. "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

"Yeah thanks for that but seriously who the hell are you?" Deanna eyed him suspiciously.

"Castiel."

"What are you?"

"I'm an angel of the lord."

Deanna clenched her fists "Get out! Theres no such thing."

"This is your problem Deanna, you have no faith."

Castiel's eyes glowed and the lights went off in a fashion similar to a flash of lightning. Two enormous black wings emerged from Castiel's back but as soon as the flash finished Deanna could no longer see them.

"Wait... at the bar was that you?"

Castiel nodded.

"Were you trying to talk to me or something?"

Castiel nodded again. Deanna rolled her eyes at the so called angel.

"Buddy, next time lower the volume."

"I apologize some people, very special people can perceive my true visage, I figured that you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"What kind of visage are you in now? Some sort of holy tax accountant?"

Castiel looked down and began fiddling with his trench coat.

"This? This is a vessel."

"You're possessing some poor bastard?"

"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Well I'm not buying what you're selling so who are you, really?"

Castiel tilted his head to the side in a confused manner. "I told you."

Deanna laughed at him. "Right. And why would an angel rescue me from hell?"

"Good things do happen Deanna."

"Not in my experience." She retorted.

Castiel tilted his head again and began examining her. Similar to what Sherlock does when making a deduction.

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Because God commanded it. We have work for you."

A/N: Bam! Now we have Cas in the mix :) To be honest to begin with I wasn't sure if I'd include him in this fic. I spent hours deciding if he'd join the mix. Let's hope my decision to include him will pay off. Well here we are now. Deanna back from hell and Castiel. I'm pretty sure you can figure out what might be happening next :) Well byI guess or as I prefer to say GOODBYE JOHN (I don't know if any of you are actually called John) Goodbye! See you next chapter.