I started to panic when Dean went around the back driver's seat and pulled me out of the car. I started squirming, but Dean sat me on the hood of the impala, his hands planted on either side of me. For a minute, he just stared at me in silence. I didn't see his jaws tight or his face in anger, there was just a calmness about him. Sammy, on the other hand, seemed restless. I could tell he was trying to figure out whether to back off or get between the two of us.
After a minute, Dean finally spoke. "What was happening?"
"When?" I looked down at my knees, but Dean pulled my chin up, his eyebrow raised. I let out a sigh. "Alright. I was talking to Wes."
"You were talking to Wes?" Dean looked back at Sammy, but he just shrugged his shoulders as they turned their attention to me again. "So your powers are growing. Okay, what did Wes say? Is he okay?"
I began fidgeting with Dean's necklace, running my fingers over the grooves of his amulet. "Jen, I need to know."
"He's with Crowley." I muttered.
"I'm sorry, what?" Dean smacked my hand from his necklace, pulling my chin up again. "He is where?" His voice turning dark.
"He's with Crowley. That's all I know."
"Who is that?" Dean turned back to Sam, and I started to notice Sam pacing back and forth, his hands intertwined in his hair.
"Crowley is the guy that was in Wes's dreams. I don't know who he is otherwise though. I just know that he was teaching Wes how to use his powers. I was going to get the full story before he went AWOL."
"Okay, Sammy. It's alright, we're going to find him. Squirt, what do you know about this Crowley guy?"
"All I really remember is that he's training him like Sam was training me before." My stomach twisted, knowing that lying to Dean was going to catch up to me somehow.
"We need to find out what's going on." Dean growled. He set me on the floor, motioning for me to get in the car. No one said anything as we drove off, but then I started to get lost in thoughts. What happened to my brother? Is Crowley going to let him go? I listened to the rumbles of Dean and Sam talking in the front seat as I slowly drifted off.
"Jen." I jumped at the sound of Castiel's voice. I turned around and noticed that he and Sammy were sitting on the bench behind me.
"Hi." I replied meekly.
"What is wrong?" Castiel stood up.
"I don't want to talk about it." I turned away from Castiel, but he grabbed my arm turning me back around. He placed a finger on my forehead, causing me to scream in peril as I fell to the ground.
"Cas! What the hell?" Sammy yelled, running over to me, rubbing circles in my back.
"She lies. Her brother has been taken by Crowley. We must intervene now, Sam."
"How do you know that?" I croaked, my head numb.
"Do you know who I am?" Castiel stood in front of me. He is definitely a strange individual.
"Castiel." I rolled my eyes, but Castiel simply shook his head in disapproval.
"I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord."
"Angels don't exist." I scoffed, dusting myself off. I stood up, but Castiel put his hand on my shoulder pulling me towards him.
"Angels do exist. You and your brother are warriors that will fight in the apocalypse. Your mother is named Miranda, but she is the daughter of the archangel Michael."
"Wait…the archangel Michael? Isn't he a soldier?" I racked my brain, trying to remember the stories I was told as a kid. "I remember my mother telling me something of the sort."
"You and your brother are abominations. You have angel blood in you, and your powers derive from angel capabilities. However, in a struggle long ago, Lucifer implemented his own powers in Miranda. When the others found out, Michael eventually cloaked her and it was about eleven years ago that he bound her powers so that she would be human. He erased all memory of the angels from her."
"How do you know this?" I asked, suddenly uncomfortable.
"We all knew about it." Castiel straightened his tie, then his eyes filled with sorrow. "The angels killed your mother, but were unaware because of her cloaking that you and your brother existed."
"Are you going to kill me?" I whimpered, grabbing onto Sammy.
"No. However, you and Wes are going to kill each other unless we can prevent it."
"Do you know where Crowley would keep my brother? We need to find him."
"He's at this address." Castiel reached forward and I braced myself for the splitting headache once more as he touched my forehead.
"Why does it hurt?!" I cried out, screaming.
"It would have to do with Michael's cloaking." He answered simply. "When you wake, tell Dean where to go. Continue your training, and we'll see you soon." He touched my forehead once more, and my eyes snapped open.
"Dean!" I gasped. We need to go to Iowa. I scrambled over the seats, grabbing the map from Sam as I pointed my finger to the image in my head. "Here. That's where Crowley has Wes." I struggled to catch my breath, but Dean just stepped on the gas as we headed to Iowa. I sat back in the seat, making eye contact with Dean through the rear view mirror. He knew there was more than what I was saying, but first things first: rescuing Wes.