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I woke up with a pounding headache. I tried to sit up, but my side literally burned with pain. I went back to lying on the bed I found myself in. I touched my right temple and found it wrapped with a bag full of water. I found Dean asleep in a chair in the corner. I attempted standing up again. I got on my own feet, but I grew very faint. I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. I saw the world becoming dark.
I awoke to a cool fan. It stood on the bedside table blowing the concentrated air into my face. I cracked my eyes open and saw Castiel. He stood on my right while watching over me creepily. He acted as if he had been ordered to watch me. He never broke concentration.
"You plan on standing there all day or helping me get out of bed?," I asked with a joking tone. I then began a wracking fit of coughs. The coughs cease and I roll back to face Cas. I grin.
"Guess I won't be out of bed for a while, huh?" He lifts up his palm and places it on my face. I have a momentary fear, but then suddenly all my pain is gone. I sit up with no pain in my side. I take a deep breath and release it. I turn back Cas.
"What the heck did you do?," I ask with amazement.
"Angels have the ability to heal humans." I turn amazed with these abilities that he possesses. I hop off the bed. I enter the hallway and started to walk down it. The smell of lunch caused my stomach to growl. The hallway ends at the dinner table. Everything looks the same except the gigantic hole in the wall, and Amber is missing. My blood boils with all the thought of the pain I would cause the kidnapper when I found him. Then my stomach growls again, and I come back to reality. Dean and Sam were digging into racks of ribs. The barbecue sauce clearly covered their mouth. I take a seat and begin tapping on the table. Sam stops munching on his food to pass me the basket reserved for me. I mutter a quick blessing over my food and then chow down. Cas sits directly across from me and doesn't even look at the food. I put down the ribs and woke my face with the napkin. I open my mouth.
"Do angels not eat or something?" Cas nods his head. He begins to explain how their is no need for angels to eat due to their immortality. A lot of it didn't make a scrap of sense, but I nodded to just to satisfy him. Once everybody throws away their food baskets, and cleared the table, I ask the first question.
"Who was that guy?"
"Crowley," they all reply in synchronization. I raise an eyebrow with the obvious history between this man and them.
"And?," I ask.
"He's a demon, and a prick as well on top that," Dean answers.
"I've already gotten that much, but what I mean is why he would want Amber," I remark.
"Amber is his daughter," Cas replies disdainfully. Unfortunately, I had been taking a sip of sonic soda. When he said that, all the liquid came onto the table. I coughed and coughed trying to recover my breath. Once I got past that, I grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen. I cleaned up my mess and threw the towels away. I sat back in my place. The conversation resumed.
"What so special about this guy besides the fact he is a demon and and he is seemingly Amber's dad."
"He's the King of Hell," Cas replies. I couldn't help myself. I just started to laugh, but stopped when nobody laughed.
"Ohh, you're not kidding. I thought that it was a place of torture, not some royal city."
"You're ideas of Hell are a bit misguided. Hell is more like a castle. There's the ok parts and the really bad parts," Dean replies with pain. He looks as if he has personal experience.
"Ok, now that I know who he is, how do I stop him?" This question puzzled all four of us. It looked like they had tried this multiple times, and failed. Suddenly Dean eyes lit up with an idea.
"Hey Cas, can you train Price how to use your angel powers? Maybe you could firsthand see what he could do." Cas nods at this idea. I agree and nod with acceptance
"You two still need to show me the ropes of hunting. You promised my parents remember?" Sam and Dean nod.
"Now this is all settled, when do we start?," I asked Cas.
"Now," he replies. He reaches to touch my shoulder.