Chapter 4 – I'm no angel

Madeleine's P.O.V

I stare at Dean as he pours my tea into a cup. Yes I drink tea. Why? I don't know. His confused and wondering face turns to look at me, while I murmur thanks and grab my cup of tea.

"Sam!" Dean calls," You here?"

Someone opens the bunkers door and, quickly closes it.

"Hey." Sam's voice rings in the bunker.

I look up to see the younger Winchester, almost running down the metal stairs, with a white box in his hands.

"You've been outside already?" I speak, still having that groggily morning voice.

"Yeah," Sam smiles at me, "Woke up, went for a run, beautiful sunrise. Anyways, went and got breakfast, grabbed you-"He pointed at Dean, as both, Dean and I shared a 'whatthehell' look, "Real bacon and eggs, extra grease, not even gonna argue."

"Mm, perfect." Dean sits down in front of me grabbing the box and quickly opening it.

Sam takes his leather coat off and sits down next to me.

"Wait-"I say, making both of them stop and stare at me, "You went running?" My dumbfounded and worried expression stares at Sam.

"What?" He looks at me like there's no big deal, "Why do you look so worried?" He asks me.

"Let's see, there's Cas who Dean-"I pointed at Dean." Told that he should get his feathery ass down here, days ago, he's still out there. Umm. There's you-" I point at Sam, as he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Me?" He laughs, "I feel great."

"I'm sure you do." Dean butts in, "But Sam, you went through the trials, they put a big strain on you."

"Thank you." I stare at Dean, who starts talking again.

Sam laughs again and scratches his head, and out of nowhere his eyes turn blue, while Dean continued to talk.

"Possessed by an angel." Ezekiel finished Dean's sentence.

"He does, feel better." The angel speaks in his mono tone, "Working progress of course, but I'm slowly healing him."

"That's great,-"I say sarcastically," But it would be better if you would do it quickly." I fake smile at him.

The angel looks confused and stares at Dean for an answer, "I think she meant, that you're doing a great job, and-"

"I have news." The angel interrupts Dean, "I picked up chatter among the angels, not all are wondering around in confusion."

"Yeah, some of them are after Cas." Dean says.

"There's a faction that is rapidly organizing, and finding human vessels to contain."

"Like Ben and Naomi?" Dean asks.

"I've have not heard that name, no." Ezekiel stares confused, "But it is this faction leadership who want Castiel found."

Me and Dean share a wondering look, "You see Dean, I can be useful."

"Well so can my brother." Dean stares at the angel annoyed. "So why don't you go and check your email, and if I need your help I'll let you know."

"Dean-"

"He said he'll let you know, Ezekiel." I repeated Dean's words, and Sam's eyes turned blue again. He gasped and looked confused at both of us.

"I mean, you know Cas is, human. Now. He's going to take a lot longer now to travel." Sam laughs.

Dean murmurs something, and grabs my tea from my hands, having a drink. "Hey!" I protest, trying to steal my tea back.

"What?" the younger brother stares confused at Dean.

Dean murmurs nothing and starts talking again, setting my cup of tea on the table.

"So I was thinking if the angels are organizing that makes them a lot more dangerous." Dean says, I silently kick him under the table.

"Why do you think they are organizing?" Sam asks dumbfounded.

Dean looks at Sam and starts to open and close his mouth, not finding the right explanation or an excuse.

"It makes sense,-"I butt in into the conversation, "Doesn't it? I mean if there are a lot of guys, searching for one thing in this case Castiel, why not gang up?" I save Deans ass.

"Anyways my point is, that there are more of them after Cas, the worse it is," Dean struggled to make his point, as Sam stared at him confused.

"We got to find him." Dean says.

I nod my head in agreement.

"Right, this is where Cas called me from on Tuesday." Dean points with his finger on the maps.

"Longmont, Colorado. Each circle is how far he would've gotten, one, two or three days out." Dean says.

"Okay, here we go. Same day called from Longmont, a weird murder in town, cops say as if a girl blasted from the car, inside out."

"Angel kill." I speak looking at the guys in front of me for agreement.

"We might of just missed Cas, unless they got him." Dean says.

Sam lifts his eyes up and stares at Dean for a while before looking back down onto his laptop, "You got Emory Park, IA?"

"I just saw it." Dean scans the map with his eyes, "There, a couple of days from Omaha."

"Because two priests were murdered there, Thursday, eyes blown out, evidence of torture. They were impaled on posts."

"Torture?" I ask, loudly.

"Yeah." Sam looks at me.

"The angels are looking for info." I say, grabbing the laptop out of Sam's hands.

"If they get to him before we do-"Dean stops himself from continuing.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, yeah I think I know this guy you're talking about. He sounds like Clearance."

"Clearance?" I ask him.

"The church that runs a shelter in town, and work here, Clearance spent a couple of nights in here and then moved on." The guy says, looking at other people who are working.

Me and Dean share a glance as he sets his hard eyes on the guy, "He left the day the bodies were found?" The older Winchester questions the poor guy.

"Matter of fact." The guy nods, "Oh, man. Those poor guys were a mess. They musta' suffered bad. At least now they're with the angels." He scans my face.

I lift my eyebrows and mutter, "Sure as hell hope not."

The guy in front of me stares at me with confusion before looking back at Dean.

"Has Clearance said anything about where he's heading?" I ask him, the man glances at me again, "No. He just said, he always had to keep going."

Me and Dean approach the car, and without saying a word I slip in the back, staring at Sam, who is searching something on his laptop. After three seconds Dean gets in the car.

"Alright, well he's defiantly been here, good thing he's using a fake name, Clearance."

Sam snickers, "That's what Meg used to call him. Of course he doesn't get that, that name is of a pretty famous angel."

"What?" Me and Dean say at the same time, looking confused at each other.

"It's a wonderful life." Sam says in a duhh tone.

Me and Dean just shake our heads.

"Guys seriously?"

"What did you come up with?" I ask Sam, trying to change the subject.

Sam grunts, and answers "Another angel kill, outside a town called Lafayette, about a day ago. He traveled east up here."

"Who's that? Indiana?" Dean asks sarcastically.

"Yeah, he was found homeless, in a camp."

"Homeless guy?" I ask them.

"No, a pharmacist." Sam answers, "From Dayton."

Dean starts the car and we leave the church parking lot.

The elevator door's open, and the three of us with another policeman, walk out. My heels clicking.

"Damnest thing I have ever saw, the vic got a stab on, but that's not what killed him. Like his insides were..." The police man couldn't find the right words.

"Vaporized?" I finished his sentence, just to get a confused look back, "It's been going around."

We make our way through the plain looking corridor into a room that looks more like an office with more than one computer.

"So this guy was a pharmacist from Ohio." Sam checks his facts.

"Apparently, he was a total family man, religious. One day just absent, takes off, dies on a bridge here from God knows what." The dark skinned police man states.

"This is his stuff. " He grabs the two bags from the table, putting it on the other table. "Help yourself out."

"Thanks." I flash him a smile.

"You're welcome." He smiles at me and walks a way.

Dean mocks the poor guy, and stares at me with a hint of jealousness. He then grabs the first bag with all the stuff that was found in the victim's pockets, and spills everything on the table. Sam grabs the first book, while I grab his phone.

"Anything?" Dean asks me.

"Nothing worrying." I stare at the screen, "Crappy music, a lot of broadcasts all the same one."

"Cops said he was religious."

My hand travels to the broadcast and play's it.

"Join me in a heap and help and glory. We're with the presence of the divine, you'll know it! And if you let yourself, you'll hear it!-" I drag my finger and skip some of it," So remember, when the angels come knocking let them all in." He finishes, and the broadcast ends.

Dean raises his eyebrows and lets out a long breath.

"Angel's can't possess humans without permission right?" The younger Winchester asks.

"Yep." Dean says annoyed.

"So what they're using this useless guy to find vessels?" I ask them.

"It's a willing audience; they're all religious type, like our pharmacist." Dean points out." Buddy Boyles telling them to let the angels in and take them home."

"Yeah, like body snatchers."

"How many followers this Boyles guy has?" I ask them.

Sam quickly types something in the computer and a map pops up with a lot of red dots.

"Pretty much the entire planet." Sam says.

The three of us share some glances and make our way out of the building.

"For the billionth time, we're not cops! We're only looking for some information!" I try and convince the homeless people in front of me. "I mean do we look like cops?"

All of them nod at me, and Dean lets out a desperate breath out.

"Well we're not cops." Dean says, "We just need to find a friend who's in trouble."

"Look, he might have been here the night that guy was killed." Sam says, making eye contact with the homeless people, "We're any of you here that night?"

A guy walks in, "Maybe." He says.

"Oh, okay. He has dark hair, blue eyes." Dean tries to describe Cas.

"He might be going around by a name called Clearance?" Sam asks.

"Clearance, yeah." The man kindly smiles at Sam, all three of us share a glance.

"Did you two talk?" I butt in into the conversation.

"Not much," The man shrugs his shoulders and stares at me.

"And ahh?" Dean asks.

"I think he was on the run." The man states.

"You've seen the vic, I mean the victim?" Sam asks.

"Nah."

"Okay." I show with my hands to keep talking.

"He went to sleep at the other side of the resort." He says sarcastically, and tries to walk away.

"Where?" Dean swiftly turns around and starts following the man.

"He's not there now." The homeless man says.

"Where did he go?" I ask him.

"Saw him running under the bridge, to the highway."

"Are you going to pay us for all the teeth bawling? Where was he headed?" Dean asks annoyed.

"He tried heading north, Detroit probably."

"Why Detroit?" Sam asks.

"Look at these chemicals. Do you ever read the label?" Sam moans.

"No, I read pie; the rest of it is just blah blah blah. Listen when we hit Detroit, we start with the homeless shelters." Dean states.

"Right, then go to the camps and other places he might be at." I add.

"Check places that he might of went for work." Dean adds. "And for odd deaths."

Dean turns at me and nods giving me the sign. I quickly jump up on the dumpster and quietly make my way on the roof top, which is not that high because the building is only one store high. Dean hides behind the dumpster with Sam.

The guy then walks in the trap and both of the brothers jump out and push him against the fence. Both Winchesters having the angel daggers in they're hands. I swiftly jump down from the roof and land in a badass way. I'm freaking proud of myself that I didn't mess up and accidently break my neck.

"Who are you?" Sam asks aggressively.

"And why are you trailing us?" Dean orders.

I pull a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket, which are from the bunker, and pass them to Dean as he quickly puts them on the guy's hands. The brothers grab the man by his arms and drag him where they can put him so he won't run away. And luckily we find a hook that is randomly floating above us. Both of the boys lift the guy up while I move his hands so they are stuck on the hook.

Dean slashes the guy with the dagger, right above his cheek bone.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

He stares at me. Not answering my question, I grab the dagger out of Dean's hands and pierce the creature's leg with it.

"Maurice!" He screams, "My name is Maurice!"

"Hello Maurice." I say, still leaving the dagger in his leg.

"So, what kind of monster are you?" I ask him.

"Reaper." The man gasps for air, as if it's going to help heal his leg.

"So Maurice,-"Dean takes over the conversation while grabbing Sam's dagger. "Body hunters are like the delta force reapers. Why would they ask you to find Cas?"

"He warded himself." Maurice answers simply.

"Naomi hire you?" Dean asks strictly, a shiver runs down my spine from the tone that Dean is using. Seriously body? Being horny is not the option right now.

The poor guy stares at me for help, only just to get a blank look back, "You really are out of the loop." He spits. "Naomi is dead. Rest in pieces."

All three of us share glances.

"Then who is running things now?" Sam asks.

Silence.

"Answer him!" Dean walks up to him.

"Bartholomew."

"So he figured, that we'd lead you to Cas." Sam points at the reaper.

"Is Bartholomew organizing the angels now?" Dean asks.

Silence.

Dean quickly presses the dagger to the reapers chest and cuts him. The reaper screams.

"It's all I know." He says desperately.

Dean lifts the reapers head up with the dagger, "You can kill me, it wont matter, if I don't find Castiel, there are others that will. Do what you want."

"Sure." Dean whispers, before plunging the knife into the reapers head. His body starts to glow and the annoying sound is made, mixed with his scream.

We drove for the whole day and night, and we're finally in Detroit. Dean finally stops the car next to… No where?

"What's up?" Sam asks

"All three of us chasing our tails all night. No Cas. What's up? I'm fried." Dean states annoyed.

I stare at both of them from the back, examining both of their expressions.

"I think it's time for plan B." Dean adds.

"What is plan B again?" I ask confused.

"I'm not following?" Sam glances at me.

"I'm letting you know,-"Dean starts.

"Okay letting me know what?" Sam asks even more confused then he was before.

I stare at Dean from the back seat, my face covered with confusion.

"I'm letting you know-"He says slowly as if telling the angel to show up and save the day.

And guess what, the angel does show up. Great! Sarcasm.

"What is it Dean?" Ezekiel observes the view.

"I need your help." Dean says.

"I? You mean us?" I say glaring at Dean.

"We need your help." Dean corrects himself.

"That is flattering." The angel looks at Dean, "We've been through this. I cannot be making public appearances."

"We understand that, I don't think he's asking you to walk the red carpet Zek." I look at the stubborn angel.

"I need your help finding Cas." Dean says, amused by my answer to Ezekiel.

"Cannot be done." Zek simply answers, "He's warded."

"I know that, but maybe you can use your inter galactic, space, x-ray, eyeballs to find something else."

The angel looks dumbfounded at Dean.

"There might be a reaper on his ass, would you find that?"

"I can try." The angel says, before closing his eyes and giving Sam back to us.

The three of us break the door and we see this.

Castiel

A woman

A blade

Cuts

Blood

"Cas!" Dean shouts.

The woman suddenly stabs Cas. Dean quickly gets out his blade and runs to the girl just to be thrown to the wall. Then Sam runs to her and gets thrown too.

"Bitch." I glare at her, she tries to fling me but nothing happens. Her confused gaze looks at me. "Who are you?" She asks.

"No one you want to be friends with." I spit out.

I grab the dagger from the floor and start getting closer to her; she slowly starts taking steps back, trying to get away from me. My gaze runs behind her to see a knocked out Sam. Without waiting I stab the bitch, and the whole room fills with the white light.

The girl drops to the floor, my eyes quickly travel to the dead body. I drop the knife and run to Castiel's dead body, "Hey, Cas. Cas wake up." I start moving his head, softly hitting him on the cheek. Tears fill my eyes, and after a second Dean finally gets to the body. "Cas! Hey! Cas!" He tries to call him.

I hear footsteps and Dean looks behind.

"Sammy, he's gone." Dean says.

The look that Sam has on his face is clearly saying that, this is not Sam. The angel walks up to Castiel's body and puts his hand on the wounds healing Castiel. Me and Dean share a glance. I put my hand on Deans shoulder and smile at him reassuringly.

Ezekiel stands up shaking, and almost falls back on the floor. But before he could he grabs hold of the wall and drops down, passing out.

Dean was going to run to Sam, but I grab Deans hand and turn him to Cas, "I'll take care of Sam." I say, motioning Castiel.

I run up to Sam, and he starts to wake up, "Hey Sam, Sam." He lifts his head and looks at me, a confused face stares at me.

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"We won, Cas is alive." I smile at him.

I grab Sam and help him stand up.

"Cas you're okay." Sam says surprised.

Dean examines Cas again, and after a brief moment says, "Never do that again."

"Alright." Cas answers, "But I'm confused, I know she stabbed me. But I don't appear to be dead."

Dean turns around and points to Sam, "We'll you got digged. And uhh, you-" He says strictly," I made a deal with her, she said, she wouldn't get kebabed if she brought you back." He smiled, "She brought you back."

"You lied." Cas says.

"I did." Dean says awkwardly, "I do that."

"Great family reunion and all that. But I think its time to run the hell away from here." I announce.

"Yeah, yeah." Dean says turning around.

"You know, you never answered my question, how did you know how to find Cas?" Sam asks, making everything more difficult than it was before. I swear this kid is getting on my nerves.

"Black magic." I joke.

"Seriously Madeleine." Sam looks at me with his serious face.

"Well we found this spell, that I accidently lost. But anyways it said how to find anything supernatural. Lucky me I lost it." I save both Dean's and mine asses.

"I never saw you going through boxes in here before, or even mentioning it." Sam looks at me confused.

"I'm sorry do I have to tell everyone when I'm on my period, and show my pad?" I say, congratulating myself at my beautiful peace of mind.

"Shut up." He says disgusted, and laughs.

"Well then Sam."

We all turn around as we hear steps approaching us, "I'm really enjoying this place. Food, good water pressure. Things I never even considered before I became human. There really is a lot to being human isn't it?" Castiel says.

"It ain't only burritos and strippers my friend." Dean says, just to get a glare from me.

"No Dean, its only burritos for you." I glare at Dean.

"Yeah, I understand what you're saying." Cas says.

"You do?" Sam snickers.

"Yes there's more to humanity than survival, look for purpose and you must not be defeated by anger or despair… Or heatness for that matter." Cas lifts his eyebrows up.

"Okay…" I say creeped out," Where does 'heatness' come into all of this?"

"Well my time with April was very educational." Cas says with a serious face. But just as the words leave his mouth I fall into a fit of giggles.

"Yeah I mean that getting killed is something." Sam says awkwardly.

"And having sex."

I couldn't hold myself anymore I just fell on Dean and started laughing. Dean let out a short laugh and looked at me, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You had sex with April?" Dean asks Castiel.

"Yeah, that would be where the heat comes in." Sam says finally understanding now.

Cas nods, and Sam laughs.

"So, did you have protection?" Dean asked.

"I had my angel blade." Cas said in a duhh tone.

"Ohh he had the angel blade." Dean looks at me and laughs.

"Uhh." Sam says awkwardly.

"I do now see how difficult life can be, and how well you three lead it, and you'll be great teachers." Cas smiles at us.

"Thanks?" I say awkwardly still silently laughing and holding onto Dean. Who's nodding his head because he can't find the right words.

"Are there anymore burritos?" Castiel asks.

"On the table." Dean says.

After a couple of seconds when Cas is far away, Dean laughs.

"Oh Cas, he gave away his v to a reaper." He snickers.

"Dean! Don't judge!" I laugh.

"Castiel cannot stay here." Sam says.

I turn to look at Sam with the most serious face I got in the face book.

"He will bring the angels down on all of us." Ezekiel says, I think.

"No, no. He's got the tattoo. He's warded." I say.

"He was worded when April found him." The angel looks at me. "And she killed him."

"Yes and you brought him back, and thank you for that. But this is Cas." I try to negotiate,

"Who said good things about you when I didn't know jack, the bunker is safe." Dean adds.

"Bartholomew is massing a force, we cannot stand, and encouragement. Castiel is in danger, and if he's here I am in danger."

"Wait you're in danger? From who? The angels?" Dean asks confused.

"If he stays, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to leave."

"Well no you can't do that." Dean argues, "Sam's not well enough. If you leave his body…"

"I know." The angel pauses, "I'm sorry."

I stare at Dean with a confused face, Dean glances at me before turning around and walking to Cas.

"That's epic food, can't get enough." He smiles at me and Dean.

I make my way quickly and grab Deans hand, as if encouraging him.

"Cas uh. Can we talk?" Dean says with all the seriousness that he has.

"Of course." Cas smiles and shows us the chair next to him, "Dean and Madeleine you know I always appreciate our talks. Our time together."

"Listen buddy, you can't stay." Dean looks at Cas with a sorry face.