_Chapter 3_

"Forgotten"

Trinity

How do I get out of this? I asked myself. No idea. My subconscious is very helpful. Castiel just peered into my literal soul. And by the look on his face he knows what I am. The question is, does he recognise me?

I needed to get him alone somehow to try to talk him into keeping my secret. He had mercy plastered on his chiseled features and pity seeping from his ocean blue eyes. How I knew about Cas? Long, painful story. But know he knows about me and the angel blade I stole. Oh, good. That was my only line of defense against the rest of those jerks.

"What angel blade?" I asked incredulously, as tears streamed down my face, but I tried to keep a strong facade. This isn't going to work. What was I thinking. Of course it won't work. I'm dead.

With solid eyes, Cas replied without words but a swift movement to capture my arm. His strength was immense and unexpected. He took the other and slid the blade out from my sleeve. Crap.

He finally took his eyes off of mine and examined it. Checking if it was tampered with, I'm sure.

"Cas, how did, what just, hold on. I'm confused here." Dean had stood up now, but was clutching his stomach and walking funny. He deserved it.

"Dean, there is a lot to explain," he looked into my eyes again with sorrow, "but now is not the time."

"Hell it is!" Sam interjected. "I agree we need to do this subtly," he glared at Dean and he just shrugged, "but there are some things that are a need to know. Like for example, how and why she has an angel blade, let alone yours."

"Bella." I croaked, biting back the lingering pain as I clutched by abdomen from the soul inspection as well as my busted stitches. I knew they had known her, as did I, so I threw out my best lie.

"What?" The brothers said in unison.

"She's been dead for, quite, some time now... We dealt with her in what, two thousand six, seven?"

"I made a deal with her long before the hellhounds got to her." I winced. Keep this up, it's actually working. At least on the boys. Cas could tell, but he wasn't saying anything.

"She never mentioned that big of a trade."

"Of course she wouldn't, Sam," I let out breathlessly, "C'mon, I mean, would you let the two greatest hunters in the world know you're dealing with something they didn't even know much about yet? She didn't even know how much power it withheld. I know the, Winchester logic can be skewed, but really, what sane sense does that even make?! Now did I know it was Castiel's at first? No. Did I find out? Yes." Holy bag of lies.

"Why would you want an angel blade?" Dean asked taking a slow step closer.

"Who wouldn't want an angel blade?!" Good thinking. That might actually get them off your back.

The boys kind of nodded to agree with my statement. Then glanced at one another. The both made a three fourths turn so they were facing away, yet I could still see some facial expressions and hear random whispers, "stranger", "dangerous", "possibility", "kill".

I think me begin their topic was a pretty safe assumption.

As they were turned, I looked over at Castiel, he was also watching the boys until he faced me. He looked really confused, like he was trying to trace something in his mind. I know what he was trying to get to. I mouthed the words, 'You, me, talk, private.' Sneaking a peek back at the two hunters, I nodded my head in their direction. Cas understood. I could tell by his face he knew what I meant with both gestures. He opened his mouth to say something, but the brothers turned back, forcing him to refrain.

Sam began calmly before Dean could interject his opinion, that they obviously had a difference of. "We aren't usually the people to kill innocents. But, we aren't sure you are in that grouping yet. There are too many things about you," I started to protest, but he cut me off, holding his hand up, "But, we are going to give you a chance," Dean let out a long sigh/groan he clearly wanted everyone to hear. "Dean and I are going for a drive to... sort, some things out," he glared at his older brother. He turned towards the angel standing closer to me now. I hadn't even realized he had moved, "Cas can you keep watch over her? Stay here with her? Make sure nothing happens?"

"Of course," Castiel spilled out a little too quickly. The boys gave him a strange look.

"Okay then!" Dean broke the awkward silence that had taken a presence, "Sammy, let's go and get this over with," they started toward the exit, "Oh! Cas!" Turning on his heal, "Do you think you can use your angel mojo and fix her up? If she's gonna be useful to us in any way she should be... not... bleeding..." Dean fumbled for words. Then they began out the door, they already started bickering and then the door closed. Wow, food sounded good right now.

With an apologetic glance, "I'll try to be quick, this will hurt," thanks for telling me gently, Cas. I was still sitting on the floor, my back leaning against the staircase, so he helped me lie flat on the ground. He pulled my disgusting shirt up to reveal my now bloodied (once again) wound that was still super gross and infected looking, but now to add, the stitches that were once pretty well done for a non-professional, were now torn open. Cas rested one hand on my abdomen where the injury was and closed his eyes. I followed suit expecting enormous pain.

This was the right course of action.

Holy mother of the Lord! Who knew healing would be such a pain! My back arched and my nerves exploded, my bones cracked and my heartbeat raced. I reached for something, anything, to grasp, to hold on to for support and to spread the wealth of my pain.

Cas

She was holding my hand. This small creature, writhing in pain under my touch. I was almost finished healing when I felt an unexpected strength grasp the hand I had resting on the floor. Her long, slender, violinist's fingers gripped my hand. Anywhere they could touch, they did, she squeezed harder than I'd expect from such a petite girl. Her screams pierced my ears once again.

I felt so much empathy for her. I knew, especially when she gave me that look of despair and pleading, that I couldn't let the boys know. They'd know she will be dangerous. They'd kill her. I'm almost sure of it. I think she was absolutely positive. The look her eyes would gain when they near her is one of pure terror and a pain I didn't know eyes could hold.

I took my hand away from her body. She was healed, but there was a new scar, among others. Her hand still clenched mine. We stayed like this, her lying on the ground, sobbing, chest heaving, muscles throbbing, body shuddering every three seconds, and me, I sat there, by her side, examining her. Our hands still fused together.

"Cas?" A breathless whisper escaped. I blinked, reentering reality, I had not realized I had been staring at our hands. Looking up, wild eyes met mine. Wild eyes filled with agony and desperation. But these eyes were different from moments ago. They had completely changed color.

What were just normal hazel irises, were now glowing electric blue, like an angel's. And the pupils, multicolored like a kaleidoscope, shifting with the light, and extremely dilated. But the whites of her eyes were now black, like a demon's.

"Your eyes,"

She took a sharp intake of breath, closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. When they opened again they were back to what they had been.

"It happens sometimes. When my emotions run rampant or I use my… abilities."

"You're a ne-"

"Please, don't say it."

"Why?"

"It's not true anymore… and it… reminds me."

I knew she meant of her past. "I'm sorry."

"For what? You didn't do anything."

"I'm sorry for what you've been through."

Trinity had a look of shock, then the cold features warmed. "Thanks, Cas. Not many people say that to me. Most people just try to kill me."

"I'll protect you."

"What?" Her voice barely made a noise.

"I've seen what's happened to you. I know what could happen to you. I'll protect you."

"Cas, you barely know me."

"That's a lie. I don't know how yet, but I do, and I know you do too. But we will just have to figure that out later. Plus, I barely knew the Winchesters when I vowed to protect them," he air-quoted 'knew'. "I don't plan on letting people suffer. Especially under your circumstances."

She didn't speak for a long time.

"Cas?"

"Yes?"

"You know I don't fully understand what I am yet. Or how to control it. No one does, right? But, I'm dangerous... to everyone. Even you."

"I'm aware."

"I don't know when the Surge will happen, but I'm not sure I want you to be around for it. You're the only kind angel I've come across, Cas. And you're right, I do know you, and you know me, so this goes much deeper."

I didn't know what to say to that. So I asked a question, "The Surge?"

"They told me in my head, angels, demons, I'm not sure, but whoever They are, said it would happen at my breaking point, the time that all of my abilities surfaced and all hope is lost. But I don't know what could break me enough to do that. Everyone I care about enough is dead. No offense Cas, but it would hurt like Hell if you died, but I can't imagine, at this point, that it'd be my breaking point."

"I understand. We'll have to train you."

"You CAN'T tell them! Cas, promise me, you won't tell them..."

"You have my word. When I said we, I meant the two of us." The next thing I knew, there were small but strong arms encircling my neck. A tiny nose nuzzled my collarbone. A hug. This small being, who I felt so connected to, was hugging me. I collected myself and drew my own arms around her back. Bobby taught me that. She was a petite girl, but she wasn't incredibly skinny. Her eating habits probably would remind me that of Dean's.

"Are you hungry?"

She sniffled, "Yes, actually, very." She tried a weak smile.

I helped her up off of the floor gingerly and aided her walking to the small table. Pushing some of Sam's research aside, I let her sit down.

"Ummm... what... what... do you feel like... eating?" I don't know how to cook. I don't eat. This wasn't going to go very well.

"PIE! That's all I ask for! Is pie!"Dean burst through the door with his hands thrown dramatically in the air. Sam followed close behind, rolling his eyes, and carrying four bags of fast food.

"We got cake at least."

"Cake!? I've told you before, Sammy! You can't replace pie with cake!" They walked over to where Trinity was sitting and I stepped out of the way watching all three of them will a careful eye.

"We have burgers, fries, and salad-"

"That's rabbit food!" exclaimed Dean, "You need substance!" gesturing to his huge burger.

"Anyway, help yourself... Trinity? You said that's your name, right?"

"Yeah. So you're letting me live then?"

A very small grin flashed across his face, "For now, yes. We'll stay here with you. Watch over you, for whatever the reason might be."

Another blatant sigh from Dean, "But after we eat, we need to have a nice, long talk," he winked at Trinity. Father have mercy on them, it looked like she was deciding whether to match her fist to his face or faint. The latter might have been from exhaustion though. This was bound to be an eventful night.