Before I even opened my eyes, I felt restraints around my wrists and cursed aloud. I opened my eyes and saw nobody, but I was still in my room. my wrists and ankles were bound to the corners of my bed frame. "Alright, who the hêll is here?"

I heard some shuffling on the other side of my bedroom door and it opened to reveal Sam Winchester. I was dumbfounded.

"Sam? You did this to me!?"

He threw his hands up in defense and said "No! I had nothing to do with tying you up...It was all Dean's idea." I heard Dean curse Sam from the other room.

"What about Alunni? Did she just let you do this? How did you even do this?!"

Sam came in and shut my door, and sat on the bed by my feet. "Last night, when you were drinking, we asked Castiel to put you to sleep using his powers, because Dean was suspicious of you..." The angel put me to sleep!? I knew it was a bad idea to let him stay here. "Rosina didn't want anything to do with this, so she left after Dean tied you up."

"Left!? Permanently?" He nodded. "But...See, I knew you Winchesters were going to ruin everything!" I struggled against my bonds, but it was no use. I didn't yet have the strength to break them. "If Dean was the one to tie me up and drive my best friend away, then why am I talking to you? I should be talking to that sonofa-bîtch out there."

Sam sighed and said "I came in here to try to explain things, because you would've just tried to break free and kill Dean if he came in."

"Who says I won't do the same to you?"

I guessed that finally set Dean off, because my door opened again and he stomped in.

"Well, the evil idiot finally emerges...Going to release me so I can kill you yet?"

"You wish. I'm going to keep you strapped to that bed until I find out exactly what is wrong with you. Fortunately we have an angel at our disposal to expedite that process."

Dean called Castiel into the room and I struggled harder, feeling the ropes digging hard into my wrists. I began to sweat from the strain and my back was getting irritated from it, and I knew I had to get out. I wasn't going to sacrifice my newly replaced back just for it to get damaged by any of them.

I couldn't break the ropes or even slip out of them though, and I twisted my body violently when the angel tried to put his hands on my head.

"No! Let me GO!"

He put his hands on my face and I gasped, feeling him digging into my mind. He was prodding at my memories, looking to see what was wrong with me, and I pushed violently back.

Castiel released me and looked shocked, and said to Dean "She doesn't want me digging around in her head...She's trying to keep me out."

"Well push back, goddâmmit. You're an angel, not some kind of pansy."

Castiel put his hands to me again, and when I tried to push him out again he was prepared, and I ground my teeth from the amount of force I was using against him. He dug through my mind though, but found nothing but a lot of bad memories, like I knew he would.

Castiel released me again and said "There isn't anything there. Alessa has genuinely killed many creatures and many humans, and is not possessed, poisoned, or anything else."

I glared at Dean and said "So, are you going to let me go now?"

Dean looked like he was deliberating, and Sam said "Dean!"

"What?! I know there is something wrong here, even if Cas can't find out what it is."

"Well you can go and think something is wrong, but I'm untying her."

Sam began to pull at the ropes restraining my ankles and I sarcastically said "Thank you Sam. At least one of you Winchesters seems to be trustworthy."

Dean made a face and said "Well you won't have to worry about us for very long, 'cause we're outta here today." He stomped out of my room as Sam finished on my ankles and began to unbind my wrists.

He quietly murmured "Just because he's acting like a hard-âss doesn't mean he didn't have good reason...He was genuinely worried about you."

"Yeah, sure...When I worry about someone, I tend to help them, not to tie them down and torture them." Sam released my wrists and I rubbed at the red, bloody marks there. "Are you two really leaving?"

"With this, I think it's best...Besides, we've been ignoring hunting for awhile now, and you know that's never good."

"Tell me about it. I ignore it for a few years and the Apocalypse happens...What about the angel?"

"Cas? I don't know...I think he's tired of running from everyone, and he'll be in danger if we take him with us..."

I noticed Sam's downtrodden look and sighed; I was probably going to regret what I was about to say. "You and Dean don't worry about Castiel, I'll keep him here with me...I can even train him to be my new bartender."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, good luck with that...You really going to reopen this place after what's happened?"

I nodded "I'm not gonna let a few rogue hunters ruin my business. If the others have anything to say about you two or the ones I killed, then they can handle it with me personally. No more hiding this time."

He smiled. "Glad to hear it..." I stood and arched my back, glad to be able to stretch my skin again. It felt so much better than being bound in one place. "I'll try to convince Dean to come visit after awhile, I know he'll wanna see Cas...Otherwise it might just be me."

"That's okay...If he doesn't wanna come, he doesn't have to. Hêll, I wouldn't even want to."

Sam and I went down the hall into the main area of the roadhouse, and found Dean hauling his and Sam's things out the front door to the Impala. Castiel was sitting quietly at the bar drinking, and I had to hold in a chuckle. I would've never expected to see an angel drink.

"Well, I guess it's time to go...Keep yourself safe, alright?" I nodded.

"Well, I'll be making these demon and angel-proofings permanent, so I don't think you gotta be worried about that...Keep your idiot older brother alive for me, huh?"

"Sure." We hugged briefly. "Bye." I watched Sam follow his brother outside, them argue briefly, and then leave quickly in the Impala.

I went behind the bar and began wiping it down, and Castiel said "You didn't tell Dean about your feelings."

I wasn't surprised that the angel had sensed that when he went digging through my mind. "Well, it's not like they're anything serious...Besides, he just tied me to my bed because he thought I was possessed. I think we can safely say those feelings aren't mutual."

"Maybe...But Dean didn't come looking for me when I was in the hospital, or stay for two weeks to take care of me." I shrugged.

"You might be right, but I'm not going to press the issue...So, are you gonna make yourself useful here, or just going to drink my entire liquor stash away?"

"I don't know how to be a bartender, if that is what you're referring to. I heard you say that to Sam."

"Well, then you must've heard me say that I'll teach you. I have to run the grill in the kitchen, so you can learn to do this. Come on."

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I watched as Castiel attempted to spin a whiskey bottle in his hands and nearly dropped it, and I laughed hysterically.

"Don't worry, you won't have to do much of that...Just pick out the right liquor and make a few drinks, and you should be fine."

"What if they order something I don't know?"

"Well, it's mostly just hunters in here, so you don't have to worry about someone coming in and ordering an appletini or anything. Sometimes ladies do come in, and I'll just help you."

The angel had actually done a very good job at making the few drinks that I had showed him, and there was a group of empty glasses beside me on the bar to prove it.

I asked "How long do you think you'll stay here? This isn't the best place..."

"As long as I can. Dean and Sam will know where I am if they should need me, and this place is protected from the angels and demons, so I do not have to keep running...It will be a comfort to not have to keep running."

"I figured it would be. You just do your part and don't attract any unwanted attention, and you can stay as long as I want. I've been meaning to ask you...where did you hide that angel tablet? And what is it? You just said it was very important, but nobody ever told me anything about it."

"The angel tablet is a tablet that has information on the angels...About what we are, how we work...But I am not sure of the exact information on it, because only a Prophet may read it."

"Are there other tablets?"

"Yes. One for the Leviathan, and one for the demons. I do not know where they are."

"May I see the angel tablet?" Castiel suddenly looked very defensive. "Unless you'd rather not show me..."

"I was tasked with protecting the tablet from everyone..." He sighed. "But you have been very gracious to me, despite what has transpired between Dean and you."

Castiel left from behind the bar and went back into the hall, and it was several minutes before he emerged with a dark, squircle-shaped stone that he set before me. It was damp, and when I touched it, I saw the remnants of blood that it looked like he's tried to wipe off.

"Why is thing covered in blood..?" I saw that he was holding his midsection, and I asked "Was this...in you?" He nodded. I picked it up and examined it and said "Well, that's a pretty good hiding place...I Can't believe you just cut yourself open though."

"Have you not done something similar?"

"Removing bullets and removing an entire stone are two different things...Are you going to be alright?"

"My injury has already begun to heal...I will be fine." I raised my eyebrow, doubtful that he was being truthful. He might've been an angel, but I wasn't an idiot.

Nonetheless, I brought the tablet to my face and examined the writing on it. It was almost like a form of ancient cuneiform, with tiny pictographs representing words and phrases. My vision began to blur and my head began to hurt as I stared at the vertical runes, and I swiftly handed it back to Castiel.

"What? What is wrong?"

"It hurts my head to read it...If It wasn't giving me a mind-splitting headache, I might be able to tell you what it says..."

"That is alright, I...Wait, What?" I suddenly found myself held 6 feet in the air by either of my arms as Castiel nearly screamed "You can read it!?"

"Put me down!" He lowered me back down onto the ground and I yanked my arms out of his grip. "I could only tell what a couple of the words were, but like I said, it started to give me a friggin' migraine...Why does it matter if I was able to read it?"

"I've told you, only a Prophet of the Lord is able to decipher the meaning of these tablets. We angels have the names of every prophet seared into our minds, and you are a name I do not recognize."

"So I'm not a prophet, big deal!" Castiel looked at me like I'd gone insane, and I knew I said something wrong.

"It is indeed a big deal. Big enough of a deal that it could potentially stop the fighting between the angels, if you are able to read that entire tablet. I must alert Dean and Sam immediately..."

No!" Castiel stopped and looked at me. "You cannot tell them about this. I can't have them coming back her just yet...Do you not remember what happened earlier this morning?"

"Yes, but this..."

I waved my hands around and shouted "I don't care about what Dean and Sam will think of this. They have enough to worry about right now, and if we can keep this from them right now, then we must...We don't need them to figure this out."

"Then what do you suggest we do? Dean and Sam are the only ones that have had contact with the current prophet, and I...I do not know what to do."

Well, at least he had the gall to admit that he was lost in this.

"Well, Sam and Dean aren't the only hunters you know, remember? I've been doing this a long time too, and I've learned a few things that may help us."

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that it might not be a coincidence that I get found out the same time you and the Winchesters come to me, or that I inherited this place after it was burned down by a bunch of demons to prepare for the Apocalypse. There's a few people we need to talk to, and we'll need to capture a demon to reach them."

"Talk to whom?"

"For starters, the ones that started this whole process up when they decided to off Ellen and Jo."

Castiel's normally sullen face turned to one full of horror. "No! You cannot attempt to summon Lucifer or Michael! They'll destroy everything if they are released!"

"Did I say I was going to release them? I just need to speak with them...And I don't need to open their Cage to do it, either. I just need to get to it's location, which is somewhere in Hêll, right?" Castiel reluctantly nodded.

"Yes...But what demon would have the knowledge that we need?" I shrugged.

"What better demon to start with than the King of Hêll?"