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CHAPTER FIVE- CAN'T EXIST

It was working out pretty well, all things considered. That is, before the incident at the cemetery. I mean, how often do you get a guardian angel? Not very often, that's for sure. I knew Odette was his priority, but we were all his charges, so to speak. Which brings us back to the subject of the girl.

Odette. Undoubtedly the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid eyes on. With her shining eyes and glossy hair and slender body, she could have passed as an angel. I'd only gotten a vague sense of her soul, her identity, but it had been more than enough to leave me speechless. She was, by far, the purest, gentlest, sweetest kid I'd ever had the privilege to meet.

Dean, of course, was being an idiot about the whole situation, which granted, was bizarre. He'd flatly refused to try and co-operate with Castiel, and had gone out of his way to antagonize him. That, of course, had ended up with him pinned against the wall. So what if he didn't know why Dean was saved from Hell? Insulting a being that could swat you like a fly in a second is generally not a good idea. Dean'd seen Odette himself, and he was angry because he couldn't be angry with the girl. My brother, to put it mildly, is a complex individual.

But back to the cemetery. The case was a simple salt and burn, nothing special. Castiel had chosen to accompany us, though I didn't see any reason for it. We didn't have any idea how to deal with Odette, so Dean had decided to burn the girl first. Part of me was guilty, because I knew Odette would have to leave her home and her friends behind. Any semblance of a normal life was gone for her now. But if what Castiel said was true, she had to be protected. I knew Dean felt the same way, but he was averse to the idea of bringing her along with us. Truthfully? I think he liked Odette, and that made him even more ornery. Dean was almost through to the casket when we heard a horrified "Jesus Christ!" Things kinda snowballed after that.

You see, Odette was standing in front of us, looking like she'd seen a, well, a ghost. "I'm calling the police," was the first thing she said. She flipped out her phone (was that a Blackberry?) and started dialing. Her fingers were trembling. Dean and I slowly held our hands up in the air. I jerked my head at Castiel to do the same.

"We can explain," I told her calmly, hands still raised.

"Explain what? You digging up the corpse of my best friend, is that it?" She wasn't going to listen, I could tell. "What are you, grave robbers?"

"I-" Dean tried to get a word in edgewise.

"You're not really Feds, are you?" Odette was backing away slowly now, afraid.

I looked at Dean. This one was so his. He glared at me, and then turned to Odette.

"All right, we'll level with you. Just give us five minutes to explain, then if you still think we're lying, you can call whoever the hell you want." He looked at her.

She crossed her arms. An invitation. So he began.

"My brother and I- we hunt monsters. Ghosts, werewolves, poltergeists, demons, you name it. We have since we were maybe twelve. We came here because your friend Amy's become a ghost and is killing people in Maine."

For one whole minute, Odette just stared at us. Then she slowly shook her head. "You guys are insane. You need help." Her hand inched towards her phone (it was definitely a Blackberry). Then Castiel got in on the act.

"We don't have time for this." He brushed past Dean and I, going up to Odette. Very close to Odette.

He didn't say anything. Not one word. So, you might be wondering what exactly he did do. Just one thing.

Castiel unfurled his wings. Just because I'd already seen them didn't make it any less awe-inspiring.

They were wide, huge and black, in simple terms. Feathery and jagged at the ends, it made him look truly warlike. Apparently, Odette felt the same way. Her eyes widened in shock. But then she did something that surprised all of us. She reached up and touched them.

To say Castiel looked surprised would be the understatement of the century. He looked as if he'd been doused with cold water. He jerked back and Odette drew her hand away as if it had been scalded. "Sorry," she whispered. "Just needed to see if they were real." Dean snorted in disbelief next to me.

She turned her gaze on us, then. "I guess I owe you guys an apology, then. I'm sorry I called you insane, it just seemed so far-fetched that..." she trailed off.

"Don't mention it." Dean snickered. "Would you let us burn the body now?"

She tore her eyes from Castiel's wings and looked at Amy's grave. "Um, yeah, I guess." The reluctance was clear in her voice.

"Finally!" Dean rolled his eyes and walked away. I frowned after him. It wouldn't kill him to be a little nicer. It was then that Amy made her appearance.

"Traitor!" the girl with blonde hair and brown eyes hissed. Things happened very fast after that.

She launched herself at Odette, sending her flying into a gravestone. Castiel pulled her off of Odette, keeping her pinned down while Dean frantically dug out the casket.

I pulled Odette to her feet, pushing her behind me. She peered around my shoulder as Castiel struggled with Amy, dragging her down to the ground. The ghost was spitting out a hell of a lot of cuss words, which I was mildly surprised to hear from a 14 year old.

Amy snarled, punching Castiel in the jaw. It didn't affect him in the least. She kicked and struggled, while Castiel looked like he was doing nothing more strenuous than sipping tea.

Dean was sloshing gasoline over Amy's half-decomposed body by this time. Psycho Girl's writhing intensified, impossibly, but Castiel's hold was unbreakable. Then finally, finally, Dean set fire to the girl's bones. Amy let out a dreadful shriek:" IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, ODETTE!" and then disintegrated.

I could feel Odette shaking behind me. She hesitantly moved forward, staring at the burning body, her face stricken.

"You all right, kid?" Dean's voice seemed to break her out of her reverie. "Took a pretty hard hit there."

"I'm f-fine," her voice quavered. "A few bruises, that's all." Odette winced.

She continued to look at the flickering tongues of yellow and orange covering what was left of Amy's body.

"It wasn't really Amy talking, you know," I told her gently. She sniffed.

"Yeah, I know."

"You'll be leaving now, I suppose?" She was looking at us now.

"About that," Dean rubbed his head awkwardly.

Castiel interceded. "There are demons, monsters, after you. Haven't you noticed? Since you were young? Strange men and women that would follow you? Ravens that would stay near your window and never leave? That the people had black eyes, maybe red?"

She spluttered incoherently. "How d-did you k-know?"

"Believe me, I know the signs. You're being hunted." Castiel's face was grim.

"You won't be safe here." Dean's expression matched the angel's.

"Come with us. We can protect you." I urged.

Castiel nodded. "It's why we really came here. To get you."

Odette blanched. "Why me? I haven't done anything! What about my school and-"

"All that won't matter if you're dead." My brother cut her off. She paled.

"Dean," I hissed, angry. She was just a kid.

He did look a bit ashamed.

"We can't force you," I said. "Why don't you take some time to decide, call us tomorrow." I scribbled out my number on a loose scrap of paper. "Here."

Odette took it hesitantly, slipping it into her pocket. "Thanks." She looked at the others uncertainly. "I guess you guys saved my life today. Thank you, really, for that."

Her eyes sought Castiel's. "You won't force me?" And just for a second, I could see how close to breaking she really was. I glared at Dean, who had the decency to look regretful.

She was staring at Castiel.

"No." He answered. She nodded, looking at us one last time. Then she walked away.