HEY! I'M BACK! After founding out Castiel was back and booming in the return on the new season I thought what they hey! I'll read through this story and see what I can muster from my brain. I should be revising but oh well – I'll regret about it later :D Anyway I'm not expecting masses of reaction to this as I did leave it for ages and it only got 2 reviews but please review it now – even if you don't have an account you can still review! I'd love it :D Also if you know your religious scripture you should know who "The Girl" is now, specially by the end *wink wink*
Love you!
Lucj
"I don't like it Dean".
"I know but the Angles ordered it, Bobby".
"Since when did you become an Angle's bitch?"
Dean snapped bobby a glare as they sat in the rusty kitchen waiting for Cass to make an appearance. Sam was busy typing at a metallic laptop and the sun was beginning to set beyond the graveyard of cars that surrounded Bobby's house. Dean was getting annoyed, sipping his forth beer of the hour he tipped over to the equally rustic living room and peered over the sofa, carefully not to trip from being intoxicated.
She was sleeping – peacefully, serene like. Her white dress was leaking out from under the checked blanket, her pale white shoulders stuck out against the dark surrounding that inhabited Bobby's house. She was bony as if she hadn't eaten in a long while – to Dean she looked sick. Her hair was dirty and tangled and her lips were blue, under different circumstances he would have thought the woman to be dead.
"I thought I told you to take it to the motel?"
Dean jumped around, his hand clutched roughly to his heart.
"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE CASS, FOR THE LAST TIME, KNOCK, USE A DOOR, DANCE THE MACAREA – ANTHING , BUT DON'T JUST RANDOMLY APPEAR!"
Castiel lifted his left eye-brow at Dean's remark – he thought about scolding for blaspheming but instead his decided against it – it would be wise.
"Why did you bring her here Dean?" he asked.
"You said Demons were after her, we thought it would be safer to bring her here"
Castiel grunted softly as his approval. As he walked around Dean towards the unconscious girl, taking her limp hand he spoke softly to Dean.
"I thank you for your help but I must deal with this now"
But before Castiel could even attempt to "fly away" Dean spoke back.
"Wait! Is that it?"
Still holding onto the woman's hand, Castiel responded.
"Yes, Dean".
"But…" he began "Aren't you going to tell me what she is, who she is?"
"It" Castiel responded begrudged "Is none of your concern".
"Now you just lis…"
But before Dean could finish his sentence the girl burst up, breathing violently as if she had been pulled from drowning. She turned to the man holding her hand – suddenly frightened at the sight of the Angel she used a force of some kind to push him into the wall – books and photo frames flying everywhere. The energy from the act, rippled through the house – a sense of Euphoria beating and clenching in the occupants hearts. Bobby and Sam ran into the living room.
Dean stood – mouth open.
At the sight of two more humans, she scrambled towards the opposite end of the room, huddling herself in a corner next to a sweet yellow lamp, now brown from years of neglect.
Guardedly Dean took a step forward before Sam shoved his hand to stop him.
"Wait Dean, she's dangerous"
"We don't know that"
"Dean" Bobby began "She just Luke Skywalker'd Castiel".
They looked towards the piled of books and trench oat.
"Yeah but who wouldn't?"
Bobby and Sam gave him a look and Dean sighed.
"Look guys, just trust me"
Sam slowly removed his barrier of an arm and Dean continued on his quest.
The girl, still breathing heavily, glared at the advancing Dean – the back of her hands and back pushed up against the wall as if to will the wall to disappear so she could make her grand escaped.
"Please… don't hurt me"
As she spoke, the lamp next to her sparked and crackled, dying shortly after. The girl jumped further into the corner. Dean, pretending to be unfazed by the awesome power she just portrayed, held out his arm in a gesture of goodwill.
"We won't hurt you" he began "I'm Dean, that there is Sam, my brother" He pointed to the two men behind him "and that older, uglier guy is Bobby"
Sam and Bobby (ignoring the comment) lifted their hands to a timid wave and in unison mumbled a "hi"
"Now then" Dean continued, crouching down to the frightened girl. He was now eye level with her and he could now see blue eyes – they were like tiny beads of blue lights – little waves of aqua within her iris – soft but wise – scared but powerful. Dean gulped down the Euphoria in his chest.
"What's your name?" he asked quietly – though it came out like a horse whisper from all the years or drinking – a possibly pie.
The girl gulped loudly – a bead of cold sweat formed on her head as she shivered from an upcoming fever.
"My name is… I… I have no name – I am born from the dust. But I was not worthy of him"
"Who?" Dean asked.
"You call him Adam – I was his wife but I was not worthy".