I did as I had planned at first, traveling around, just doing some normal salt 'n burns, some monsters that were feeding on people.
And in Denver, I encountered a demon, who didn't seem to know who I was. She captured me and used me as her little dissection frog.
Fortunately, I came away with only some scratches and a nasty cut on the other side of my Anti Demon Possession tattoo. It healed after a while, but left an uneven scar that I found extremely ugly.
After a case with some ghosts in some nursing home, I stayed in Waterwille longer than I usually stayed in town.
One reason was because no one suspected me for anything strange, which was a relief.
The other was because of another case, a so called 'gas explosion' had happened at the gas station when nothing had been wrong with it. So I decided that I would check it up.
"Deputy Framingham?" I asked the familiar deputy.
Framingham turned and smiled welcomely.
"Agent Dylan. Good to see you again. How did the case with the latest murders go?" he asked politely.
"Very good, sir. We've taken care of it", I responded.
Framingham looked behind me, making me turn…. to see Dean and Cas.
I widened my eyes in surprise, why were they here? Why was Cas on a case? Was this important?
"Agents", I said cheerfully and hugged them.
"Agent", Dean said while Cas remained silent.
Dean glanced at Cas, which made him repeat the same thing.
"You know each other?" Framingham asked.
I nodded.
"These are my partners, deputy."
"Hi. Alonzo Mosely, FBI. This is my other partner, Eddie Moscone", Dean sad and held up his badge, while Cas just stared at the deputy.
I forced myself not to smile at how cute Cas was when he stared at the man puzzled.
"Also FBI", I said, after I had cleared my throat.
Cas stared at Dean, who had put away his badge, before he took out his own, which he held upside down. Dean noticed that and quickly turned it right. It was then I couldn't help but chuckle at my little puppy.
"He's new at this, sir. May we ask you some questions?" I said.
"Yeah, sure. Talk here, though", he replied and pointed at his right ear while he lead us to the office.
"Hearing's all blown to hell in this one."
"That happen recently?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Gas station. Why you're here, isn't it so, Agent Dylan?" he asked me.
I nodded.
"Yes it is", I said before I sat down between Cas and Dean.
"Can you tell us what happened?"
"A call came in. Disturbance out at the Pump and Go on Route 4", he told us.
"What kind of disturbance?" Dean asked.
"Would not have believed my eyes if I hadn't seen it myself. We're talking a riot. Full scale."
"How many?" I asked him.
"Thirty, forty, in all-out kill-or-be-killed combat?"
"Any idea what set them off?" I asked.
He couldn't answer, so he remained silent.
"It's angels and demons, probably", an oblivious Cas said.
"They're skirmishing all over the globe."
"Come again?" Framingham questioned baffled.
I sighed in my head but still was slightly amused.
"Nothing", I said.
''Demons'', Cas told.
"Nothing."
"Demons."
"Demons, you know, drinking, an adult's miserable life. We all have our demons, mate", I stated and smiled.
"I guess", he said wearily.
I looked at Cas and gave him the mild version of the 'shut up' look. He understood and fell silent.
"Anyway, next?" I continued and let my arms rest on the desk.
Freaking explosion, that's what. They said it was one of those underground gas tanks, but, uh, I don't think so", he said.
I raised my eyebrow.
"Why not?"
"Wasn't your usual fireball. It was, um—"
"Pure white", Cas stated.
It was then I realized why Cas was here, it was an angel they were looking for. But what had an angel to do with all this?
"Yeah. Gas station was leveled. Everyone was...it was just horrible. And I see this one guy, kneeling, real focused-like, not a damn scratch on him."
"You know him?" Dean wondered
"Donnie Finnerman. Mechanic there."
I widened my eyes.
"I talked to him for a couple days ago, good guy", I told them.
Framingham nodded and seemed to agree.
"Let me guess, he just, uh, vanished into thin air?" Dean asked.
"Uh, no, Kolchak. He's down at Saint Pete's", Framingham said weirdly.
Cas then turned to me and said:
"Saint Pete's."
A smile tugged at my lips. Seeing Cas as an agent was adorable and a bit entertaining, and since no harm was done, why not?
"Thank you, Framingham", I said and rose along with Dean and Cas.
We shook hands with him while Cas did something that looked kind of like a handshake and something else.
"Okay, guys, why are you searching for an angel?" I asked when we sat down in the Impala.
This time, Cas and I sat in the backseat while Dean drove, obviously.
"We're looking for an Archangel", Dean told me.
I raised my eyebrow. Sounded quite stupid, but there as probably a reason.
"Which one? Michael, Lucie, Teenage Mutant ninjangel, Gabriel or Jophiel?"
Dean chuckled amused.
"The ninjangel. It was actually him who wasted Cas. And that's not why we're trying to find him", Dean added.
"He knows where God is, so we are going to capture and interrogate him."
I widened my eyes. I really hoped they were well aware how enormously stupid and dangerous that was.
"Isn't that like, very dangerous? I mean, it's a freaking Archangel", I stated.
"You and I are safe since I'm the angel condom and you're their robot, or Hell's", Dean said and used my name that I had used when we first learned about it.
"But not Cas", I added.
They went silent.
We looked at poor Donnie, who sat in a wheelchair and seemed to be catatonic. I felt quite pissed over the fact that Raphael just had left him like that. He still was a human being, and a good one too.
"I take it that's not Raphael anymore", Dean stated.
"Just an empty vessel", Cas confirmed.
"So is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones?"
"No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you", Cas said, making Dean look away and me to look down.
Even more reasons why Dean shouldn't say 'yes' to Michael.
"Fun", I muttered.
Cas turned and looked at me confused.
"No, it isn't", he said, making me smile a bit.
"Sarcasm, Cas. Sarcasm."
We stayed at an abandoned house where Dean read through Dad's journal and Cas was somewhere. I sat in one of the chairs and fiddled with a lock of my hair.
"Abigail, about War—" he started.
"Dean, I don't know. And that scares me", I told him softly.
Then Cas suddenly appeared with some ceramic jar.
"Where've you been?" Dean asked.
"Jerusalem."
"How was it there?" I asked.
"Arid", Cas replied and set down the jar, which seemed to have some liquid inside.
I tilted my head curiously.
"What is it?"
"It's oil. It's very special. Very rare" , Cas explained and sat down.
"Okay, so we trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette?" Dean said sarcastically.
"No."
Dear sweet sarcasm.
"So, this ritual thing, when does it go down?" I asked him.
"Sunrise."
"Tell me something. You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy. Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" Dean asked him.
"No, it's harder."
For a slight moment, I imagined Dean trying to catch a huge winged dude with a butterfly net, before I dispatched the picture. Too fucked up.
"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" Dean wondered.
"You two do", Cas replied.
"So odds are you're a dead man tomorrow", Dean stated while a big lump formed in me.
"Then we're not doing this", I stated harshly.
"Abigail…" Cas said quietly.
No, not again. Not after everything… Losing him once, but twice?
"I can't lose you again", I whispered and looked at Cas.
His eyes softened as he took my hand in his and squeezed it gently.
"Let's not talk about it, until we cross that bridge", he said.
"Well… Last night on earth. What are your plans?" Dean said and tried to lighten the mood.
"I just thought I'd sit here quietly", Cas said, making me roll my eyes slightly.
"Are you serious?"
"Come on, anything? Booze, getting it with Abster, even I don't like it? Both?"
With that, Cas looked away uncomfortable.
I raised my eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Technically, I still was a virgin since I came back from Hell, so…
"You have been doing it before, or with another woman before. Right? With an angel, at least?" Dean asked skeptically.
Cas scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably while I looked at my hair interestedly.
"You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud-seeding? And come on, Abigail! It's been over a year since you got rehymenated. Something must have happened", Dean exclaimed stunned.
I held up my hands in a protest.
"I've never had occasion, okay?" we both defended ourselves.
"All right", Dean started and put on his jacket.
"Let me tell you something. There are two things I know for certain.
One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are not gonna die as a virgin. Not on my watch. And my sister needs to get rid of her rehymenation. Let's go", Dean said and began to walk out.
I looked at Cas before I sighed and dragged him up.
"Guess we don't have a choice", I muttered before we got into the car.
A/N: It'll be some sexy times, just FYI and for anyone who doesn't like that. Not to dirty, but just in case. And this is my first written sex scene, so bear with me
Dean then drove us to some big hotel, where he almost shoved us into a honeymoon room.
''See you in the morning'', he said and winked at me.
''Go and get him, Abster.''
I rolled my eyes and closed the door after him.
"You know, we don't need to do it", I said while we sat on a huge king-sized bed which was almost as big as a motel room I had once lived in. One word: huge.
"I know humans make love when they are in love. And I love you", he said innocently and stroke away a strand of hair from my face.
He smelled his usual cinnamon and other spices I couldn't name. Just a small sniff of his scent made my head spin rapidly and my heart beat faster.
Cas leaned in and gave me a feather-light kiss, before he deepened it carefully, making sure I was ready.
I responded it with slowly licking his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Something he began to feel uncertain about what he should do.
I carefully broke off and looked in his curious and adorable cobalt eyes.
"I don't know how I'm supposed to do" Cas said nervously while I rested my hand on his arm.
"Don't think about anything. Just do", I replied softly and kissed him.
This time, he let my tongue slide in, where it gingerly touched his. My hand went down his firm chest before trailing down, further and further, until it came beneath his trousers and down to his crotch. I stopped there, just being there, touching.
He let out a soft moan that hit my lips. I smiled at that and took off his coats quickly but tenderly with both of my hands, leaving him in his blue tie and white shirt.
One of my hands was in his dark hair, lazily letting it run through my fingers like silk.
"Can I touch you?" Cas wondered with his eyes lingering on my shirt.
"You always can", I replied and unbuttoned it, revealing a black spaghetti strap top. As I tried to shift to a more comfortable position, I decided that my jeans wouldn't be needed.
It was almost like he'd read my thoughts.
Cas' hands slid down my waist, to my jeans, and peeled them off delicately and slightly shakily, almost as he was afraid of ripping them to shreds. But then again, he was an angel, with super strength.
I undid his tie and put it aside, while Cas was mouthing and kissing my shoulder, just where his handprint was. Every time his lips kissed the skin there, my body sparked with bliss, like the scar responded to his touch.
His lips left my shoulder, just to be replaced by me kissing his well-sculpted jaw, his stubble scratching my face slightly, before trailing down to his neck. I paused for a slight second, before Cas pushed us down onto the bed, him lying on top.
I let out a small sound of surprise and pleasure when I felt Cas' face against the crook of my neck, gently kissing and sometimes nibbling playfully at the skin there.
I was almost 100% sure he could hear my heart pound harshly in my ribcage, while my body was heating up by his touch.
With the lips still on his neck, I myself started to suck on it, searching for his weak spot. Which I found, since I heard when Cas let out a small whimper.
Then, I just continued sucking on the soft skin there, knowing it probably would leave a mark.
Dean wouldn't be surprised, hopefully.
I tugged at the top insecurely, before I removed it swiftly. Nervously, I looked at Cas as his eyes went up and down, where they stayed at the scar from the demon incident.
"It was a case… I-I know it looks like shit", I said self-consciously as he gave me a peck softer than a butterfly wing.
"You're beautiful, nothing can tell me something else", he said and began unbuttoning his shirt.
I stared at his body in marvel, the lines of muscles, the hipbones. Why did he hide all of this behind so many layers of clothing?
I took off his trousers and moved us so I was laying on him.
Tender, slow kisses, everywhere on his body, me smiling when I could hear him whisper my name.
Every kiss we gave each other, every kiss spoke something, a language you couldn't speak. Joy, hope, forgiveness, devotion, passion, love, telling each other it would be alright.
His strong arms took a hold of me, and rolled over again so I was under him. The hardness of his length was pressed just against the skin just above my moist sex, making me press my thighs together, hopelessly trying to do something about the need of him inside me.
While Cas was leaving wet kisses on my body, I unclasped the bra and removed my panties and threw them on the floor. He stopped and just stared, drinking in every part of me.
He then eyed his white boxers (where you could see his erection quite clearly) before he took them off.
I rose up and kissed him slowly, before handing over a condom. None of us were really human (I wasn't fully, I couldn't, really), but you never knew. Cas tilted his head and eyed it confused and puzzled at the same time.
I explained to him what it was and why you used them. After him applying it, I realized a quite big thing.
It was happening, it was really happening.
For a year ago, if someone'd said that I would have sex with Castiel, I would have widened my eyes quite or be very stunned.
Cas leaned down to me, before he quite smoothly got inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began thrusting himself into me. For every thrust, the closer he came to my G-spot.
I began to breathe slightly faster while my walls clenched themselves around Cas' cock. For every orgasm, I made some sounds that were mixes of moaning and joyful cries, which he seemed to be pleased over.
Never knew an angel could do such things.
"Cas", I mumbled and kissed him over and over again.
All of sudden, his wings appeared. But they didn't look like they usually did, they were more… physical.
My breath got caught in my throat as I stared at them in wonder. They were pitch black with a tinge of blue, just like a raven's, but a lot more beautiful.
"Can I…. Can I touch them?"
Cas nodded, his eyes almost glowing. I raised hand shakily and stroke the soft feathers. They were warm and shuddered by my touch.
"They are very… sensitive", he said and smiled shyly.
I returned the smile and gave him a kiss.
"I love you, Castiel", I whispered and touched his wings again.
"I love you, too, Abigail", he said and sank down on me, his big dark wings sheltering us from the outside.
"You better have lost your rehymenation", Dean said after he checked out a blonde nurse, who smiled at him before she walked away.
"Don't worry, big brother. You don't need to be sorry about that we didn't use your 'money' for nothin'. Because we didn't", I said and talked about our credit cards.
"And did you know that when Cas is—"
"Abigail, too much information" he said and gagged before we went inside the room with Cas positioning Donnie's wheelchair.
"Light hearted", I muttered but smirked entertained at my brother.
That was for him telling me about when he had lost his virginity for the first time. Him telling me, had scarred me for life. And I was hunting monsters and demons. Payback's a bitch.
I closed the the shades while Dean shut the door. Cas on the other hand, started to pour the oil around poor Donnie.
"When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames, or he dies", he told us.
"Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but one question. How the hell do we get him here?" Dean asked.
"Very simple. There's, well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial."
Cas leaned down and spoke in Enochian.
Spirit of the East, one of the four that liveth forever I invoke you with holy fire into your palace
"I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard", he said in English before he stepped away from him and the circle of oil.
"Just wondering, how long is this going to take, contacting an Archangel?" I asked.
"Be ready."
Cas then lit the match and dropped it on the oil, with started to burn. And then we waited, and waited, and waited. And we waited, for hours, but nothing happened.
So we decided to drive back to the abandoned house we had been in the other day.
"Well that's a day I'll never get back", Dean muttered annoyed before we entered the house.
"It maybe was better like this", I suggested as he opened the door, and a wave of angelic power hit me.
It was strong, much much stronger than Cas'.
"Dean, stop", I said and grabbed his shoulder.
We looked at the kitchen, where Raphael stood with electricity flaring on his back like wings. It sort of exploded a lot of lamps and other things I didn't care about. I mostly stared at the Archangel, who felt slightly familiar. And not only because of his vessel.
The room went dark as Raphael eyed Cas.
"Castiel", he said.
"Raphael", Cas responded.
We walked closer to the Archangel while Dean of course needed to comment his intro.
"And I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room", he taunted.
"And the Eastern Seaboard", Raphael added with a cold voice, like a robot's.
Emotionless.
"It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now", he said.
"Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean and this is Abigail", Dean said while I lifted up my hand like a greeting.
"Sup", I greeted.
"I know who you are. And now, thanks to him, I know where you are", Raphael said.
"You won't kill them. You wouldn't dare", Cas growled.
"But I will take them to Michael", Raphael replied .
"Well, sounds awesome. Ya know, having a girl in her mid twenties with not so really useful or cool powers and a vessel who just will say no to him. Lovely", I muttered and threw Dean a beer.
"Surely you remember Zachariah giving you stomach cancer? Or when he removed your lungs and damaged your whole body?" Raphael reminded me.
I laughed with no happiness or humor.
"Yep, it was hilarious. Did he forget to tell you that I didn't get affected by that?" I asked him.
"Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination or power", Raphael replied and stepped closer to us.
I looked at Dean and Cas and gave them a slight nod.
"Yeah? I bet you didn't imagine one thing", I said.
"What?"
"We knew you were coming, you stupid sucker", I said before I lit the holy oil ring with my lighter.
Raphael glared at us and looked quite pissed. Could I blame him? Of course not. We'd just trapped him in a holy ring of fire, I'd be quite pissed too.
"Don't look at me, it was all him", I protested and pointed at Cas.
He turned and glared at me like 'seriously?' I gave him a thumbs up and blew him a quick kiss.
Maybe it was my imagination, or did Raphael ball his fists and looked slightly more bothered?
"Where is he?" Cas asked.
"God? Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead", Raphael said.
I widened my eyes and looked at Cas, who looked just as baffled as I felt.
"But there's no other explanation. He's gone for good", Raphael said.
"You're lying", Cas stated.
"Am I? Do you remember the twentieth century? Think the twenty-first is going any better? Do you think God would have let any of that happen if he were alive?"
Cas looked down and seemed to try to reason in his head. He couldn't lose faith, not now. So me, being, decided to insult his little daddy.
"Oh, right? Then who invented the Chinese basket trick?" I questioned and felt weirded out by me saying that.
"Careful. That's my father you're talking about, girl", he warned, but he didn't sound angry, just annoyed and tired.
"Yeah, who would be so proud to know his kids started the Apocalypse", I countered.
"Who ran off and disappeared. Who left no instructions and a world to run", Raphael reminded me, still sounding like he said it a lot of times.
"Daddy ran away and disappeared. He didn't happen to work for the post office, did he?" Dean asked, making both me and Cas looked at him confused.
Something happened back there with Dean last night. Maybe I didn't want to know. It was probably the best, for all of us.
"This is funny to you? You're living in a godless universe", Raphael said.
"And? What, you and the other pansies just decided to throw an apocalypse while he was gone? Way to make your daddy proud", I snorted.
"We're tired. We just want it to be over. We just want…paradise."
"So, what, God dies and makes you the boss and you decide you can do whatever you want?" Dean asked.
"Yes. And whatever we want, we get!" Raphael exclaimed loudly and crashed the window with his powers, which made us wet because of the storm outside.
"If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back?" Cas almost shouted over the wind.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Lucifer raised you?"
I froze speechlessly, was that even possible? How could an angel resurrect another angel, even if he was an Archangel?
"No", Cas mumbled terrified.
"Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. You know it adds up."
I shook my head and touched Cas' shoulder lightly.
"Let's go", I said.
We all started to leave when Raphael spoke up.
"Castiel, I'm warning you. Do not leave me here. I will find you", Raphael threatened.
"Maybe one day. But today, you're my little bitch", he replied.
Dean turned before he left and said:
"What he said."
I glared at Raphael one last time.
"Tell your sister Jophiel that she may have done pretty stars, but still has terrible brothers", I said.
Raphael smiled slightly, like he knew something I didn't. Or an inside joke only he understood.
We sat silently in the car, none of us saying a thing. God couldn't be dead, he was freaking God. Hell, even I must've lived longer than him, and I was 26 years old.
"You okay?" Dean asked Cas, who sat beside me in the backseat.
But Cas didn't reply. I felt sorry for him, he perhaps did believe that it had been Lucifer who had raised him. According to me, it was impossible. Only God and perhaps some other dude I forgot the name on could do that, no other being.
"Look, I'm gonna to tell you that this little crusade of yours is crazy, but Dean and I do know a little about missing fathers", I said softly.
"I mean there were times when we were looking for our dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?" Dean asked him.
He first was silent, like he didn't know what he believed. Could I blame him? No.
"I believe he's out there", he finally.
I smiled.
"Good, then go find him", Dean said before I could say anything.
"What about you?" Cas asked us.
"What about me? I don't know. Honestly, I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but I am, I'm really good", Dean answered honestly.
"Even without Sam?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
I knew what Sam had done, his mistakes, his weaknesses, but I still wanted to see him, I really did. As someone said, united we stand, divided we fall. If a pair of hairless primates were going to stop the end of the world, those primates should become a pack again. A family.
"Especially without Sam. I mean, I spent so much time worrying about the son of a bitch. I mean, I've had more fun with you and Cas in the past twenty-four hours than I've had with Sam in years, and we haven't even had fun. It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to my family, but now that I'm alone, hell, I'm happy", Dean said.
A slight disappointment bubbled up in my chest. Dean could think what he wanted, and maybe I should put myself in his position? But still, he was our brother, and we couldn't leave him.
I shook my head slowly.
"Pull over here", I demanded quietly.
Dean looked at me funnily.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
He did what I asked for and stopped on a road where a lot of cars came then and then. I opened the door and went out to grab my bag before I walked to Dean.
"I'm going to find Sam", I stated.
Dean stared at me slightly stunned and hurt, but drove away.
And there I stood, alone, on the road.