OK Everybody!! Here is the fourth Chapter! sorry it took so long I have been dealing with some personal issues which has taken away from my writing. But here you go! Hope you like it :D Thanks once again to Dodger!!!! :D
He couldn't talk to Dean now; maybe when he reached Robert's house. This is what Castiel thought as he walked along the street away from the hospital. It started to rain heavily and Castiel looked to the sky. He couldn't feel the coldness of the rain, but he knew Jimmy could. Continuing to walk further down the street, he thought back to the girl that was with the brothers. She felt familiar to him for some reason. There was this pull that made him want to walk over to the brothers and her specifically. Castiel rubbed his eyes in frustration. This had not been the first time he had seen this girl over the years. She would always seem to appear in times of crisis, always getting herself hurt. He had first seen her in her early teens, since then she had been in so many accidents; Some would have been fatal if he hadn't intervened. He still didn't know why he did it but he did, he felt something afterwards, it was a pleasurable feeling; Accomplishment maybe? Castiel stopped walking and look around; there was a motel just up the street. He may not need rest but his vessel did and who knows maybe it will do him some good to.
The reached Bobby's just after sundown. The ride had been long and quiet; Sam and Marie had fallen asleep, leaving Dean to his own thoughts. This girl can't have made a deal…she looks to have no reason to…thought Dean as he pulled into Bobby's familiar junkyard. Dean turned off the car and smacked Sam awake. Giving Dean a glare he went to protest but Dean silenced him with a quick point to the backseat, and they got out of the car. Sam went up to the house and opened the door, while Dean lifted Marie out of the Impala. She visibly flinched when he touched her; Dean frowned. He walked into the house to see Bobby pointing in the direction of the bedrooms upstairs while giving Dean a questionable look. Dean ignored it and made his way up the old stairs making sure not to wake Marie asleep in his arms. He reached one of the bedrooms and placed her down on the bed; he watched as she flinched again but did not let go of his shirt. Sammy had done the same when Dean was putting him to bed when they were kids. Dean studied her carefully, watching her labored breathing due to the bruising of her ribs. He took this time to really look at her. She seemed more fragile in sleep then she had when conscious, what courage she had a wake, left her in sleep. She seemed more alone now. She was tired or at least that is what her face gave way. He gently pried his shirt from her hand and covered her in the confronter.
"Who is she, Sam?" asked Bobby placing a bottle of beer in front of Sam. They were in Bobby's kitchen waiting for Dean to come down.
"Her name is Marie. We found her sleeping in the Impala this morning, then we had breakfast and then Dean hit her with the car," explained Sam as Dean entered the room.
"So boy… Can't get a date with the waitress so you run over a pretty girl instead?" chuckled Bobby. Dean glared at him and sat down at the kitchen table beside Sam. Bobby handed him a beer and they sat in silence for a bit. After a couple of minutes Bobby spoke up.
"So Dean what is the deal with the girl?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure she's being chased by Hellhounds." Replied Dean not looking directly at Sam or Bobby, instead taking a long swig of his beer.
"What? Not the thing about the dog again!" Cried Sam, setting down his beer. Dean tried to ignore the skepticism in his brother's voice.
"What do you mean Dean? She made a deal?" Asked Bobby ignoring Sam's outburst as well.
"It's the only thing I can think of, though I can't really see why. Doesn't seem like the deal helped her much." Dean focused on the beer bottle in his hands.
"You would think she would have made a deal to get her out of sleeping in cars." Sam tried to joke, but Dean was grateful to hear the familiar sincerity he used to have before this apocalyptic business.
" I'm serious Sammy. She said she was being followed by a black dog that no one else could see."
"So, her deal is almost up then." It was more a statement then a question, but Bobby was right.
"That's the thing she doesn't really seem to know much about the whole supernatural thing—"
"Yeah but she believes the feather around her neck is from an Angel." Snorted Sam.
"Since when the hell are you the skeptic, Sam?" Dean challenged aggressively turning his gaze away from the beer bottle to his younger brother. "This year angels certainly do exist, and they've done nothing but make problems. I'll give you that, but you can't tell me that these coincidences don't line up to something. We've been doing this long enough to know that." Sam remained quite, not reaching his older brother's eyes. Suddenly the fight left Dean, he was tired of it. "Look Sam, she needs our help." Sam gave a small nod of agreement, allowing the fight to end there. Dean wiped a hand down his face, the condensation from the bottle dampening his skin. "Fuck!" He whispered, this was hitting closer to home then he thought it would. Sam and Bobby both noticed the tired expression on Dean's face, but they remained silent.
"As much as I would love to listen to hear you two idgits argue, it's almost midnight and we can leave it for one more night and discuss this with the girl in the morning." Bobby ordered. The boys nodded reluctantly and everyone made their way to bed.
Marie awoke the next morning to find herself in an unfamiliar room. It looked to be worn down and the room smelled musky. It took her a moment to realize why she was here. Dean brought me here…along with Sam. He knows about the dog that has been following me, he wants to help…but what does he want in return? This question lingered in her mind as she scanned the room for her duffle bag. She saw it sitting on the floor by the door. She got out of bed and walked towards it and then proceeded to bring it to the bed and go through it. She decided on an old pair of jeans with holes in the knees and a white long sleeved shirt that had Yale written across the chest in blue letters. She walked out of the room and proceeded down the stairs, not making a single sound. She entered a rundown kitchen, and took one of the glasses by the sink, filled it with water and then drank it down in one gulp. Wherever I am… please find me. She thought as she grabbed her feather pendant and looked out the kitchen window.
Wherever I am… please find me. Castiel's eyes snapped open to the last part of her prayer. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed in a fluid motion. He stared out the open window. It was morning and he knew he had to get going. He had a message for Dean, which would result in him seeing the girl. As he walked down the street he kept thinking about the girl…Marie. Why can I hear her thoughts… he wondered. He could hear all human thoughts but not while he was resting. He could normally block out the humming noise of them around him, but her voice always was crystal clear in his mind, which is one of the reasons why he could always save her; he had connection with the girl it was the only logical explanation. Maybe next time, I shouldn't save her. Castiel knew he couldn't do it as much as it would solve his problem, he knew he couldn't bring himself to let harm come to her. She didn't feel safe with the Winchesters; Castiel knew she wasn't.
"Good Morning." Dean announced, walking into the kitchen scratching his stomach. He was still wearing the clothes he slept in, his bare feet making slight slapping noises against the linoleum.
Marie jumped in her chair; "Morning," she muttered, trying to recover from the fright.
"Did you do this?" Dean motioned to the pancakes that were sitting in the middle of the table. Marie nodded not looking at Dean. Dean raised an eyebrow but sat down and forked one of the pancakes onto his plate. "Thanks… but you didn't have to, you know?"
"Yes I did. I have to earn my keep, and my help." Marie said finally looking at Dean in the eye.
"What the hell does that mean? I offered my help; you don't have to earn it… I know what … what you are going through… and …"
"What is it that's chasing me?" Marie asked slowly picking at her pancake. Dean was slightly caught of guard, and though he was an often advocate to avoiding the truth felt that this was a slightly different situation. He scratched the back of his head, slightly stalling.
"Uhhh… well their called Hellhounds…" The blank expression was enough for Dean to get that she didn't really understand. "Look the ghost and monsters that your parents told you weren't real… well they kinda are." Sammy was better at this part then him. "That is the only way I can explain it with out going into too much detail. You made a deal with a Demon and—"
"Wait … I never made any deal." Marie starred at Dean with a puzzling look. She'll ignore the rest of what he said for now.
"What? You had to that is the only reason why a Hellhound would be chasing you." Dean looked at Marie with a bewildered expression. "Are you sure you didn't? Maybe on your travels you were at a crossroad and you were stopped by a women who said she could help?"
"No." Maries expression was now blank. What is he going on about? Demons? Monsters? What have I got myself into? She thought not paying attention to the fact that Sam and Bobby had now entered the room.
"Dean you cooked?" cried Sam.
"No Marie did… Marie this is Bobby our friend that is going to help us with helping you…Marie." Dean put his hand on Maries shoulder to try and shake her out of her daze. As soon as he did Marie jumped back out of her chair and landed on the floor staring at Dean with a terrified expression.
Dean jumped out of his chair "Hey its ok." He tried to sooth. Marie looked at Dean and scrambled to her feet.
"What are you going to do with me? Is this some kind of sick joke? Demons, Monsters, what the fuck? HELLHOUNDS?" Marie yelled, wincing at the pain in her chest.
"Look girl I know this is a lot to take in but you are going to have to trust us." Bobby tried to placate, calmly.
"Trust you? ... I…" Marie bolted past Dean to the front door. She ran outside and after getting off the porch she found herself in the arms of another man. She looked up wideeyed. "You…what…."
"Calm down, they will not hurt you…" said Castiel grabbing a hold of Maries upper arms. Marie's breathing had become labored and the injuries she sustained yesterday did not help, but encouraged her into a state of panic. Her eyes rolled back into her head, fainting into Castiel's arms.
"Cas! What are you doing here?" Dean demanded, coming out of the front door.
"I have a message for you… and … I am here for Marie…" Replied Castiel with a stony expression.