Okay I'm sure some of you are confused as to what is going on with the Italics, bold and now the Underlined bold. This is just how I can help pinpoint who is speaking. Italics is Christina's inner thoughts. The bold is Castiel's and the Bold Underlined is my other OC Celeste. Please I hope you continue to comment and read this. Thank you for the support of Dr. Serpico who I thank. And those who have favorited and are following. Thank you so much!

Chapter Five

I hated sleeping in the Impala while Dean drove like a mad man. But I guess I must of passed out back at the trees for he kept speeding through town as I slowly sat up and rubbed my head. I was placed in the front seat this time in between Sam and Dean.

"You okay?" Sam asked and I nodded my head slowly. I blinked slowly trying to focus on the area around me.

"What the hell happened?"

"You said Lilith wasn't behind all this, that something bigger was at hand and passed out." Dean slowed down seeing that I was a bit better. I grabbed the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes closed. A headache was slowly pounding in the back of my head.

"Did I hit anything?" I asked the paranoid thought of me bleeding from my head popped into my mind a couple of times.

"No, you're fine. Landed on some grass. Scared the hell out of both of us." I looked over at Sam who was looking out the windshield. He was worried about me. I softened my gaze and looked at the dashboard my hand rubbing the back of my head.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't planning on it happening." I felt my stomach bubble and I felt my cheeks burn. "I guess I got lightheaded because I'm hungry."

"Same here." Dean said which came to no surprise. Dean was always the bottomless pit and when it came to greasy foods, like hamburgers, cheeseburgers or pizza he was all over it. "Look here's a diner and it doesn't look to be too busy."

He pulled up and parked the car. I sat in the car a few minutes to wait for my turn to slide out. I moved out of the passenger side door and we headed inside.

The diner was nearly empty of other people. There was probably two other customers while three workers ran the kitchen and floor. "Welcome just you three?" The waitress asked and Dean nodded. "Go ahead and sit where ever."

Dean walked to a table near the back and we all sat down. Sam headed down a hallway most likely to the bathrooms. "You sure you're going to be okay?" Dean asked flipping his coffee cup over on the saucer and I did the same.

"I'm fine Dean. This happens all the time lately. Once it happened while I was on my way home from Bobby's." I let out a shiver. That day was hot and I blamed it on the heat. Luckily I just got stuck in some tall grass. But I had gotten a sit down with Stan about whether or not I've been drinking or it was because I wasn't sleeping well. But this time I knew I was just physically drained after hearing that other voice in my head.

"Just got off the phone with Bobby," Sam's voice made me jump a little in my seat and I noticed my cup was filled with coffee. I grabbed the sugar and poured it into my cup. "Pamela's is other wise healthy but her eyes are completely burned out. Doctor's can't explain it."

"So what are we going to do now?" Dean asked picking up his coffee cup and taking a sip from it.

"Well, despite her not being all happy with us at the present time, she did let me know of a way we can summon Castiel. But it's gonna be tough and we need a lot of stuff from it."

"Alright, we summon this Castiel person tonight." Dean suggested and automatically I nodded. I didn't know what I was going to do now. The voice in my head had stopped as well, as Castiel's. I rubbed at my temples and sat back in my chair playing with the lip of my nearly empty cup.

"Here you go sir," I looked up as the waitress came over with a large piece of pie and set it in front of Dean. "On the house."

"But we only ordered coffee..." Dean said looking up at her suspiciously.

"Oh relax Dean," the waitress cooed snapping and a the two other costumers stood up and blocked the door they were both looking at us with black eyes. "I know how much you like pie."

Sam sat in his chair starting to shake with fury while Dean and I tried to comprehend a possible escape. My eyes closed as I lowered my head but when I opened them again I felt strange once more. It was like I was watching in third person instead of first as the waitress took a seat and sat at the end of our table.

"What is this all about?" Dean asked his eyes narrowing. "Not really in the mood to fight."

"Oh, don't worry. We're just here to wonder how you did it. How you escaped Hell." Everyone in that room wanted to know. Me and Sam, now these Demons. "You're the talk of the underworld about how you escaped. Tell me how you did it and I'll let you three go."

"I don't know how." Dean answered his voice getting lower with anger. I felt a burning in my chest as I watched the demon waitress turn to look at Sam who was struggling to control himself.

"Oh, don't worry, there Sam. I'll get to you in a second." Sam let out a growl before the waitress turned to look at me. "You on the other hand. Are free to just hang around I guess." I felt my body move backwards out of the chair and slammed against the wall. But I didn't feel any pain. I didn't even let out a grunt or groan. I was just sitting there my eyes lowered to the floor Sam and Dean looking confused of what to do.

"Let them go, Demon." That same voice. The voice I had heard back at Dean's grave sight. "If you know what's best for you, you'd follow my instructions, or pay the price." The demons in the diner laughed. "So be it." Since I became a hunter I got familiar with different languages. Latin, Spanish, even some Greek, but never have I heard this before. The language was something I couldn't comprehend but the demons in the diner looked scared as I continued to speak it. To me it sounded like nonsense syllables, strung around some rhythmic talking. It was as if I was saying a spell of some sort. The demons finally grabbed their heads and let out a painful shriek.

"Okay, you three can go. Just make her stop!" The waitress paused and the language I was speaking vanished too. I lowered my head my body was exhausted and I could feel it press harder against the wall.

Sam and Dean rushed to my side and helped me to my feet. My head felt dizzy as Dean walked back to the table to drop off some money. "For the service." He growled. The demon waitress watched us as we walked back to the Impala. The back door was opened and I crawled in my head spinning with color and noise. This is getting really annoying! I thought as I sat up and leaned against the driver side of the back seat. The coolness of the window felt good on my burning body. Great I'm getting sick. This is just great.

I'm sorry, that would never happen again unless you say I can.

I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the window. I could see myself looking back at me but as I looked around I saw someone else looking at me. A woman with long flowing hair and large feathered wings. The smell of cooked cinnamon filled the area around me. The car jolted back as Dean drove back to the hotel.

Please forgive me, Christina. I was only trying to help.

Whatever you say. Just don't do that again.

As you wish.