Motel

After a few hours of research, Bela is on one bed, Dean on the other. They both are asleep, books open around them. Sam quietly left the room.

Several minutes later Bela and Dean wake up as the room starts shaking and the TV flickers. The glass windows start shattering with an ear piercing sound as Bela and Dean fall to the floor covering their ears. Bobby opens the door, and the noise finally stops.

"What the hell was that?" Bela questioned.

"Same thing that happened at the gas station." Dean said.

"Where's Sam?" Bobby asked.

Dean shook his head. Bobby looked worried.

…

Car.

The three of them were in the car with Bobby. Dean held his phone to his ear. After several rings Sam answers.

"Hey."

"Sam, what are you doing?" Dean tried to keep his tone even.

"Couldn't sleep. Went to get a burger."

"In my car?"

Bela sighed at that. Was that really important right now?

"Force of habit, sorry." Sam answered.

"Bobby's back, so we're going to get a beer." Dean told him.

Bobby looked to Dean surprised, Dean just held up his hand.

"Okay." Sam says. They say good bye and hang up.

"You aint tellin him?"

"No, he'd just try to stop us."

"Well he'd have a point." Bela said.

"From what? What are you two up to?"

"Summoning the damn thing. Time we face it head on." Dean told him.

"You serious?" Bobby seemed shocked.

"As a heart attack."

"Going to be worse than a bloody heart attack. I was finally starting to get used to being alive." Bela commented.

"We don't even know what it is." Bobby told them.

"So then we prepare for everything." Dean said. He pulls out the knife. "We have this…."

"And you have an arsenal in the trunk." Bela suggested.

"This is a bad idea."

"What other choice do we got?"

"Life?" Bobby suggested.

Bela nodded.

"Look Bobby, this thing is after us. We have no place to hide. So we can make a stand."

"We could use Sam."

"No, he's better off far away."

…..

Abandoned warehouse

Bela starts unpacking one of the bags they brought inside while Bobby was spray painting a symbol on the floor. Dean sets up a few more things.

Dean just looked at Bobby and then to the floor. Bobby shrugged.

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe, how you two doing?"

"Stakes, knives, salt, iron, and silver…we're pretty much set. Well, maybe minus one weapon of choice." Dean said, glaring at Bela.

She rolled her eyes. "We live long enough, I'll get it back for you."

"Yeah? From who, Lilith? Good luck." Dean told her.

She shrugged.

"Enough. Everything's ready to go… I still say this is a bad idea." Bobby commented.

"I heard you the first hundred times. Let's just ring the dinner bell shall we?" Dean asked.

Bela only nodded, Bobby just sighed.

Bobby threw a pinch of some kind of powder in a bowl and started chanting.

….

"You're sure you did it correctly? If you need me to try I'll…" Bela started.

Bobby glared at her and Dean sensed his annoyance, so he turned to her. "Shut it and be patient woman." Dean told her.

"Take your own advice sweetie. You're hand's are shaking and your foot tapping is enough to drive me insane."

"Like you are even sane to begin with?" Dean countered.

"Both of you idiots knock it off."

Suddenly the room starts shaking. All of them raise their guns as the door flies open. A man wearing a trench coat steps into the room.

As they open fire at the man before them the lights are shattering, but nothing they do slows him down. The man comes closer and stops in front of them.

"Who are you?" Dean yells.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

"Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean said, and then stuck the Knife into his chest. Again, nothing happened. Bela realized they were screwed.

Bobby attacked him, but he easily stopped him and then suddenly knocked Bobby out with only two fingers to the forehead. Bobby fell to the ground.

Dean made a move at him, but the man spoke again.

"The three of us need to talk, alone."

…..

"What the hell did you do to him?" Dean asked.

"He is alive, do not worry."

"Who are you?" Dean tried again.

"I am Castiel."

"So we heard. He means what are you?" Bela replied.

"I'm an angel of the Lord."

Had she been drinking, Bela would have spit it out. Dean was also surprised, but kept his face emotionless.

"Get out of here. There is no such thing."

"This is a problem, you have no faith."

Light flashes around them as a black shadow of wings appear from Castiel.

"If I believe you…some angel you are. You burned out Pamela's eyes."

Bela nodded. She was completely freaked though.

"I warned her not to spy on my form. It can be overwhelming to humans, as can my voice."

"You were at the motel, and the gas station?" Bela asked, but it was more of a comment.

He nodded.

"Lower the volume next time." Dean suggested.

"I am sorry. It was my mistake, certain people can perceive my true form, I was hoping one or both of you would be one of those people. I was wrong."

Dean almost looked offended.

"What form is this?" Dean motioned to Castiel "a holy tax accountant?" Dean smirked.

"No, this is a vessel."

Bela looked at him hard. Dean glared.

"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked Castiel.

"He is a devout man, he actually prayed for this."

"Yeah right. You know what, I'm not buying any of this. What are you really?"

"I told you."

"Right. Why would an angel want to rescue us from hell…especially me?" Bela questioned.

"Good things do happen."

"Not in my experience." Dean said. Bela nodded in agreement. There hadn't been a day in her life for a very long time where she ever thought something good would happen to her if she wasn't the one making it happen.

"What's wrong?" Castiel asked them. "Neither of you think you deserve to be saved?"

Bela sighed. Was he that dense? Of course she didn't deserve it. Maybe Dean….well a very big maybe. Not her though.

"Why us? Why'd you do it?" Dean asked him.

"Because God commanded it."

He then disappeared before their eyes and they both turned towards each other. What was going on?

End Chapter.