A/N: Wow, hello there everyone. I know it's been a month since I last updated and I am so sorry for the long wait. A lot just kind of got pushed onto me and I hit the worst writer's block I have ever experienced. I don't know why I am having such a hard time with writing this story, but, I promise that I am trudging through it! This chapter is a little mellow, I will admit, only a few conversations that may be interesting. Now let's get on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
15 hours later...
Natalie was woken from her slumber by someone gently shaking her by the shoulder. Her tired eyes pried open and after blinking several times, the picture of her sister finally came through clear. Natalie didn't move. Her body remembered that it had been in pain the night before and she was ensuring that no movement happened on her end.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Marina's voice was light, but Natalie could hear the concern laced in with it.
"Hi." Natalie's greeting came out as more of a quiet whisper.
"I got here a few hours ago. Thought that I would let you rest some more while I went and checked up on your friends."
Natalie gave weak nods. "How are they?"
"Well, the girl, she'll be fine. Just a minor head cut, some bruising on the face, but, nothing to serious and the other. He has bad lacerations, but, he'll live."
Natalie breathed out in relief, but her voice hitched as she felt her ribs painfully expand. "Good."
Marina noticed this and moved closer to the couch, where Natalie was lying, practically as limp as a rag doll. "It's your turn to get checked out."
"Mari, I..." Natalie huffed out a painful whimper. "I don't even want to move right now."
"Well, to bad. I need to see how bad the damage is." Marina reached down to take a hold of Natalie's arm. "Come on. Let's go to the bathroom and I'll check you there."
Natalie let out another breath, this time, Marina could hear the annoyance in it. Natalie just wanted to stay on the couch, not move, until the pain wore off enough to where she could move around. But, the grip on Natalie's arm was still present and it wasn't going anywhere.
Mentally preparing her for the pain to come, Natalie gingerly maneuvered herself so that she could stand up from the couch, of course, with Marina's help. Once up on her feet, Natalie's arm instinctively secured around her ribs as Marina guided her over to the bathroom a couple of feet away from them.
"Where exactly are you hurting?" Marina asked as they began to make their way to the bathroom. Natalie was leading, though, it looked like she was walking on glass. In reality, she was trying not to make fast steps, her body was already starting to ache as it is.
"It's my ribs." Natalie finally answered.
Marina let out a sigh as they finally stepped into the bathroom. "That's not what I was hoping to hear." She closed the door behind her. "Okay. Take off the jacket and shirt."
Natalie began to work her jacket off, but Marina eventually had to step in and help upon seeing Natalie having a difficult time. Once the jacket was off, Marina set it down on the counter and then went to work with shrugging off Natalie's shirt, which didn't take long.
Once the clothing was off and Natalie was left in just her bra, Marina made a careful assessment of Natalie's ribs and just what she suspected, there was a decent amount of bruising. They weren't as bad as she initially thought while walking in there. Her first initial thought on hearing that Natalie's ribs were hurting was that they were broken. That would be the worst case scenario.
"Yeah, you definitely got beaten." Marina guided Natalie towards the counter, where the lighting was better and leaned down so she had a better view of Natalie's ribs. "Okay, this may sting a little bit."
Marina reached up her hand and gently moved it across the surface of Natalie's ribs, looking for any sign of breakage or swelling. Some parts of the skin was darker in the color shade and those points seemed to be very sore. Just the slightest touched made Natalie hiss. Marina applied a little more pressure on the area, just double checking for any breakage she might have missed. After examining both sides, Marina was relieved when she didn't find any ribs that were broken.
"Well, good news." Marina leaned back up. "None of your ribs are broken. They're just badly bruised. So, what you need to do, is keep up with normal breathing. That means, deep breaths, allow your lungs to fully expand."
"But, Mari it hurts when I do that." Natalie complained.
Marina stared at her sister in amusement. The tone that Natalie used made it sound like she was five years old and complaining about something. "Well, to bad." Marina replied with a small smile. "If you don't allow your lungs to fully expand, you could get a chest infection. So, keep up with the breathing. I have some painkillers that will help you and you need to rest. Oh and, when you go to sleep, let an ice pack sit on your ribs for about fifteen minutes then take it off."
Natalie nodded as she reached for her shirt on the counter. "Just what I needed. A routine that I'm gonna have to repeat. How long will it take for me to heal?"
"It usually takes about three to six weeks for ribs to heal."
Natalie paused, looking at her sister like she had just heard Marina speak in some foreign language. "Three to six weeks?"
Marina nodded, completely unfazed by Natalie's surprisement.
"Mari, I can't be resting for that long. We're gonna have to go back out on the road soon."
"Well, tough." Marina retorted. "You need the time to rest and allow your ribs to heal. And Nad, I swear, if I hear that you're going out and slashing up vampires, I will come find you and I will kill you myself. Am I understood?"
Natalie gave an annoyed nod, accompanied with a roll of her eyes. "Yes."
Picking up her shirt, Natalie gently placed her arms through the sleeves and then tugged the rest down her body. Out of the corner of her eye, Natalie spotted something on Marina's hand and when she looked fully at it, she paused in shock.
"What's that?" Natalie suddenly asked, making Marina look at her with confusion. But, she followed Natalie's gaze down to her left ring finger.
"Is that what I think it is?" Natalie continued to question.
Marina tried her best to suppress her smile as she raised up her hand, allowing Natalie a full view of the ring. "Yeah."
Natalie switched her gaze from the ring and to her sister, clearly, her mind was working at a slow rate to fully process this. But, when it finally sank in, Natalie's face brightened with a huge smile.
"You're...engaged?"
Marina only nodded, her own smile growing at just hearing the words.
"When did Ethan pop the question?" Natalie reached for Marina's hand so that she could inspect the ring more.
"It was, uh, a few weeks ago."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Natalie asked, looking up at her sister, brows knitted together.
Marina shrugged, allowing her hand to drop to her side when Natalie finally released her hold. "You had a lot going on these past few weeks and I just, didn't want to disturb you."
"Mari. You're my sister. You could never bother me with anything. Especially with this!" Natalie finished, the excitement was radiating off of her. "You're going to get married."
Natalie stepped away from the counter and wrapped Marina in her arms, although, the grip was feeble on Natalie's part. "I would hug you a little tighter, but, my body is a little broken right now."
Marina huffed out a laugh as she gently and carefully rubbed Natalie on her back. "It's fine. Thanks for the hug anyway."
Natalie made an attempt to give her sister a quick squeeze, but it was a pathetic attempt. She dropped her hold on Marina and stepped back to lean against the sink counter. "So, have you two set up a date yet?"
"No." Marina copied Natalie's stance and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm really in no hurry to pick out a date."
Natalie raised her brows. "Really? Usually, someone who is about to get married would want to get the date set sooner rather than later? But, what do I know?"
"The day will come. Don't worry."
Natalie nodded as her mind began to wonder off from her surprise and excitement. Marina was getting married. "Now you just have to go and pick out a big beautiful wedding dress." Natalie responded, her voice taking on a light, cheerful tone.
Marina wasn't exactly feeling the same way and she let out a small groan at the mention of wedding dresses. "That should be real fun." Sarcasm was just dripping from her voice.
"What?" Natalie smirked and looked over at her sister. "You aren't excited about all of this."
"No, I am." Marina assured. "It's just trying on dress after dress after dress...seriously, I am going to be so exhausted by the end of it."
"Well, isn't that the beauty of marriage. Yeah, you might get exhausted and get some horrible anxiety, but in the end, you get to spend the rest of your life with someone you love."
Marina breathed out a laugh. "Yeah. It's all worth it then, isn't it?"
Natalie merely shrugged. "I wouldn't know. You're going to be the one to find out because...you're the one getting married." Her voice took on the tone of realization.
Marina could sense that Natalie's mood had tapered slightly. "What is it?"
"It's just. You're getting married. You're doing what mom and dad wanted for all of us. To find someone, get married, have a family of our own. You've nearly done it all. You have Emy and Ethan, now you're engaged." Natalie finished with a smile, but it slowly disappeared. "And look at me. I became the one thing dad didn't want me to be."
Marina gave her sister a look, knowing exactly where she was going with this. "Hey. Dad would be proud of you Nad."
Natalie scoffed out her doubt. "Yeah, I don't think so. Especially after a lot of the things I've done..." Natalie shook her head. "He wouldn't be proud."
"Are you forgetting the fact that our father was perhaps the most understanding person we will ever know?"
Natalie scoffed out a laugh.
"Dad went through a lot. Before we were born and even before he met mom. If he would've seen what you've been through, he would've understand. And he would be by your side no matter what."
Natalie seemed to be mulling over Marina's words and the older sister could tell by this look on Natalie's face. Her lips were pursed together and brows just barely were knitting together in thought. This is how Marina would always know that she was getting to Natalie.
"And the whole married thing, you don't have to go through that to be with someone. You can have an effective relationship without the ring. And as far as children goes, you never know...you might get to be a mom."
"No, I don't think so Mari. That's never going to happen."
"Why not?"
Natalie gave Marina a look, telling her that she should've known the reason. "My life. It's not made for having kids...I'm not made for it. What I do, I don't want my kid to have to suffer from that."
"But, you're great with Emy." Marina reminded.
"She's different. She's not mine, she's yours. When I was in college, sure I wanted to have kids. But, now, I look around me and everything that I've seen...kids are off the cards for me."
"Well, I don't think so." Marina was settled on her answer. "I'm positive that it will one way or another. And speaking of kids and relationships...how are you Sam?"
Natalie kept her gaze forward, her eye staring at the white bathroom door, not letting Marina the satisfaction of reading the answer on her face.
"I mean, are you and him...alright? What's going on?" Marina asked, pushing the matter even further.
Natalie's shoulders slowly shrugged up, holding their position and her lips pursed out. "We're fine." Natalie finally said as she looked at Marina.
Marina gazed over Natalie's face, almost settling on the notion that Sam and Natalie weren't actually together. But, the look in Natalie's eyes and with the corner of her mouth twitching upwards, Marina's face lightened. "Are you two..."
Natalie answered with a meager nod.
"You guys are together." Marina clarified and Natalie smiled.
Marina huffed out a laugh as she gently shoved Natalie against the shoulder, only to immediately regret the action. Natalie's eyes snapped shut and she let out a loud hiss.
"Mari..."
"Sorry! Sorry...I didn't mean to. Sorry." Marina apologized as she gave an awkward pat against her sister's shoulder. "But, hey. You and Sam. It's about damn time too."
"Please, don't even start that." Natalie leaned away from the counter, picked up her jacket and began to make her way towards the door. "I already had to hear Dean rub it in my face a few times. I don't need it from you."
"Well, then Dean did all the work for me. I don't have to say anything." Marina joked.
"Good." Natalie huffed out. "I'm gonna go and sleep some more." Natalie opened the bathroom door and shuffled out, towards the room she mentally claimed as hers. "And if you're not busy..." Natalie called out as she walked down the hallway. "Bring me an ice pack, please."
Clara placed the mug back down on the counter and washed her hands down her face. She didn't get much sleep last night. For one, she was busy watching over the three battered people that stumbled into the cabin and her mind was flooding with questions. Clara could've easily began to ask Natalie question. But, by the time Clara came back out, Natalie was passed out on the couch. Clara didn't have the heart to wake her up. Since she didn't get anything resolved, Clara was awake practically all night, wondering exactly what the hell happened? Why did she have to come to the cabin out here in Banes?
The sound of car doors shutting caught Clara's attention and the hard, quick knocking at the door told her that it must've been Bobby and the boys. Stepping away from the counter, Clara quickly rushed over to the door, unlocked the door bolt and opened it. With a quick wave of her hand, Bobby, Sam and Dean quickly ushered into the cabin.
"Okay." Clara began as she closed the door and turned to them. "You mind telling me what the hell is going on?"
"Right, um..." Bobby gave a calming gesture towards Clara. He knew that walking up to the cabin she was most likely going to be confused by all of this. "Clara, I just need you to calm down."
Clara's face hardened and her head slowly turned to the side. "Bobby Singer, don't you ever tell me to calm down. My niece calls me in the middle of the night, tells me to leave the house and move to the cabin. Then she arrives, beaten and exhausted, along with a bruised up guy carrying an unconscious girl. You're seriously telling me to calm down?"
Bobby could only give Clara a small shake of his head. "Nad went down to Omaha..."
"Yeah, I know that part. What was she even doing down there in the first place? I thought the four of you were hiding out in Montana?"
"We were." Bobby answered. "We were there for a few weeks and then...we needed to try and find out more information on this Leviathan mess. Nad offered to go down to Omaha to visit an old professor of hers.
"And you just...let her go? All by herself?"
"Nad didn't want any of us to go with her." Bobby said and could see the look on Clara's face, she wasn't going to take that as an excuse. "I know, Clara, okay. I should've gone with her and that's my mistake."
Clara closed her eyes and groaned. "No, it's...I'm sorry. I'm confused that's all. What kind of threat all of sudden spurs up? Nad told me about the Leviathan and are they now just coming after you guys?"
"We have no idea." Bobby's answer was sincere.
"Where's Nad?" Sam was the next one to question.
"She's sleeping. Thought I would give her as much sleep as she could get before you arrived."
The faint sound of footsteps coming down from the hallway behind them garnered their attentions. Bobby, Sam and Dean both turned to see Natalie shuffling out into the main room, her arm resting against her ribs. "No. It's okay, I'm awake."
The image of this battered Natalie could only be answered with sympathetic looks from the hunters. Natalie could see it in each of their eyes and she knew that they were mentally berating themselves for letting her go alone.
Bobby finally let out a sigh. "Nad..."
"No." Natalie raised her hand up to them. "Don't. I know what you three are going to say and honestly, I really don't want to hear it right now." Natalie moved a little closer to the group and then looked over at Clara. "I think I need to talk with them...alone."
Clara nodded. "I'll just leave you four alone then. I'll go check on our two guests and see how they're doing." Clara walked out of the main room and down the hallway where Natalie had come from.
"So, what exactly happened?" Bobby asked.
Natalie nodded at Bobby's question and moved to sit down on the arm of the couch. "Alright. So. I got to Omaha, found my teacher at the school he was working at. We went to the school library to try and find some info, didn't find anything. So, he said that he would continue looking. Later that night, around maybe midnight...Caden found me."
All of their expressions changed, brows knitting together in confusion and Sam's head tilted to the side. "Caden?" He repeated.
Natalie nodded. "Yeah. He found me at the motel and he was...bruised and bleeding...he was really weak. Anyway, I knew that I had to get him out of there. But, before I could leave, I got a message from my professor, asking me to come to his house. He had something he wanted to show me. I get there and I find him, on the floor, dead and Alex is tied up in a chair, almost unconscious."
"Who's Alex?" Dean interrupted.
"His niece."
Dean just merely nodded.
"Then I got attacked and...it was one of the Leviathan."
Despite the fact that the information Natalie was giving them was fairly scant, it was just enough for Sam, Dean and Bobby to easily piece them together. "How did you stop the thing?" Bobby asked.
"Chopped his head off with an ax. But, I don't even know if that killed him. I didn't stay long enough, I had to get Caden and Alex out of there."
"I just don't get one thing." Dean spoke up. "How exactly did they know where you were? They had no idea she would be coming from Montana and they wouldn't know she was heading towards Omaha."
Natalie shrugged. "My guess would be the credit card swipe I used at the motel."
"But, you used one with your alias, right?" Dean asked and Natalie couldn't help but give Dean a look.
"Of course I did. I'm not stupid." Natalie retorted. "But, we don't know what these things are doing. For all we know, they are getting smart by finding out information on us...that might also include our aliases."
"Well, isn't that just fantastic." Dean shook his head as he began to pace back and forth.
"That's why I called Aunt Clara and told her to come down here. I didn't want to risk the possibility of her being found."
"Well, they may have to stay here longer."
"I know."
"And what about Caden?" Sam asked. "I mean did you get to ask him where he has been for the past, almost, month?"
"No. I got just a little bit of info, but nothing to big. I was gonna go and talk to him soon, but I wanted to wait for David and Jake to get back. They went down to Omaha to check things out."
Dean stopped his pacing and turned to Natalie. "Did the Leviathan say anything to you? Like, why exactly he was there in the first place?"
"Well, no doubt it was because of me." Natalie answered.
"But, why would he go and attack your professor and his niece. That doesn't really make sense to me."
"Again...it's most likely because of me." Upon seeing the confused looks on their faces, Natalie decided to continue. "I don't know when exactly he got there. For all I know, he probably saw me talking him and got a hint of our conversation. I have absolutely no idea. But, that attack can't be just out of nowhere. It happened after I had met with him, it's not random."
"Okay, let's not jump to conclusions, Nad." Bobby spoke up. "Let's wait and see what David and Jake found when they got down there."
Reality hit Alex full on as her senses came back to life. Her head was resting against a soft pillow, but it didn't do anything about the pounding ache she was feeling. Alex blinked her eyes, scanning around the small room that she was lying in. It may have been small, but, she could feel that it had a "cozy" appeal to it.
Alex pulled the blankets off of her body so that she could get out of bed, even though all she wanted to do was just stay there and walked over to the bedroom door. Turning the handle, she slowly opened the door, enough to make a small opening, and peered out into the hallway, seeing nothing but other doors. Alex pulled the door open more and stepped out into the hallway, her hand brushed against the side of her head, feeling a bandage that was covering a cut. As she walked down the hallway, Alex could hear voices-a lot of them-in some kind of discussion and she could immediately point out Natalie's. Well, it was easy for her since that's the only voice she knew.
When the hallway finally ended, Alex was standing in a fairly decent sized living room, but the voices were coming from another small hallway to her right. There was only one doorway and she figured that's where the source was. As she carefully edged her way down towards the room, the voices continued on with their conversation.
"So, this girl that you brought with you…" Dean made a circular motion with his hand as he tried to remember the name. He just had it a few seconds ago.
"Alex." Natalie answered for him.
"Yeah, Alex. Where is she? And have you given her any kind of explanation of what happened to her and her Uncle?"
Natalie gave a small shrug. "Not yet. I haven't had the time yet. She was passed out in my car the entire ride here and she slept through the night. I wasn't going to wake her up and be like, oh hey let me explain to you that a freaking monster attacked you and your uncle."
"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds beyond crazy." Dean retorted, which made Natalie scoff.
"Dean. Everything about our lives is crazy."
Monster? Alex finally reached the room and stopped to look in, finding a large group of people sitting around, some were standing. "Wow, that is a lot of people." Alex couldn't help but comment on it.
Everyone paused and turned to look at Alex, a bandaged stuck to her forehead and a huge bruise on her right cheek. Alex gave every single person a look and she noted how only three out of the five guys were really good looking. Of course that would be the first thing to pop into her mind, typical Alex. One was just enormous in his height with long hair, the other was a little shorter in comparison, still he would tower over Alex and he had short, slightly spiked, hair and the other was really young, looked to be about Natalie's age.
Alex's gaze landed on Dean, who was still staring at her and with the silence still present, she shifted her weight to one leg. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Alex asked, directing her question at Dean, since he was the last person she looked at.
Dean shook his head. "That's just a nasty bruise you got there."
"Thanks for the reminder." Alex crossed her arms over her chest and held them close to her. "So, what's going on here? It looks like one of those secret business meetings that I shouldn't stumble in on."
Natalie stood up from her seat and walked over to her, making sure to leave some distance between them. "How are you feeling?"
Alex shrugged. "My face hurts. Other than that, I'm fine. Well, not that fine."
Natalie gave a single nod. "Right." She made a quick glance back at the group and then focused her gaze on Alex. "Well, there are some people you haven't met. So, uh. You already met my Aunt Clara."
Alex gave a smile to Clara, who returned it. Alex remembered waking up sometime during the night to see two women standing next to her. One was blonde haired and the other was Clara. She was only able to stay awake for a few seconds before drifting back to sleep.
"Okay. So, that's Bobby Singer. Jake and his dad, David." Natalie pointed to each one and then came to Sam and Dean. "And this is Sam Winchester and…you already exchanged words with his brother Dean." Natalie finished as she turned back to Alex.
The young woman took a moment to put each name to the faces. Alex was very good at remembering names, so this shouldn't be to hard for her. When she came back round to Dean, she could see the hunter eyeing her. Not exactly in the old fashioned checking someone out, it was just, sizing her up. Why was he doing it? Alex had no idea.
"You like what you're seeing?" Alex finally asked, which seemed to take Dean by surprise.
Instead of coming up with some witty remark, Dean allowed his head to bow slightly. "Sorry. Didn't mean to seem like a creep."
Alex nodded, accepting his apology, though she wasn't really looking for one. "So, are you guys going to tell me what the hell happened? Or am I just going to be kept in the dark?"
"Right." Natalie turned back and she silently conveyed something to Bobby, Dean and Sam. It was something that Alex noticed, but of course, she couldn't read what was being said. Natalie reached for a small brown journal on the table, before turning back to Alex. "We're gonna need to talk to you in private. So...just follow me."
Natalie lead the way out of the room, with Alex right behind her and Sam, Dean and Bobby following. Reaching the study, Natalie opened the door and motioned for Alex to walk in. Alex took a seat at the table in the study as Natalie sat across from her. Bobby, Dean and Sam stood behind Natalie, all of them leaning against a part of the wall.
"Alright. Let's start at the beginning." Natalie began. "What do you remember from that night?"
Alex blinked a couple of times, waiting for the memory to come back to her, which really surprised her. Alex would've thought that what she went through that night would be at the forefront of her mind. But, the pain that was pounding in her head was very much the reasoning why she was taking longer to remember.
"Um. After I dropped you off at the motel, I went back to my Uncle's house, I knew he didn't eat anything, so I was gonna go and give him the food from the restaurant. I get there, sure as hell, he's in his study, looking up information for you."
Natalie's gaze lowered to her hands, which were folded together on top of the table. But, she still nodded at Alex's words.
"I talked to him for about ten minutes and I decided to stay there for the night. I was too tired and I didn't want to drive all the way back out to my apartment. So, I go upstairs, get ready for bed...and that's when I heard him talking to someone. At first I thought it was a little weird, it was late, but I know he's done it before. But, then, I could hear a fight going on."
Alex's face scrunched up as she tried to think back on the rest that happened. But, the senseless pounding that she was experiencing was making it rather difficult. I need to remember to ask for painkillers.
Natalie was starting to feel a little uneasy by how bothered Alex was getting. By the looks of it, it was her head that was bothering her. She was almost tempted to just cut off the discussion and to allow Alex more time to rest, but the young woman continued on.
"Anyway, I ran downstairs and into the study and there's this...guy just hitting him. Stupid me, I tried to stop it and that's when I got this." Alex motioned at the bandaged area on her forehead. "He got a few more hits in on me and I remember that I was lying on the ground, starting to slowly lose consciousness...but, I could still see my uncle getting the living shit beaten out of him."
Alex grew quiet for a moment as the very memory began to replay. "After losing consciousness, when I woke up...that's when you were there and then everything just...went to black again. So are you guys going to tell me why this happened?"
Natalie turned to look at the others, who simply gave her a nod. Turning back to Alex, Natalie pulled out a small journal, her lips pursing to the side before finally sliding the object towards Alex. "Before we explain anything, you might want to read this then."
Alex stared at the small journal that Natalie pushed towards her and her eyes looked back up to her. Natalie only raised her brows and motioned for Alex to read. Alex reached forward, her hand resting on the leather for a moment before sliding the journal towards her. As she pulled off the strap, Alex gazed up at the four of them, seeing a very intense look on all of their faces. They were expecting something, most likely, her reaction and that just made her really nervous.
Regardless of how nervous she felt, Alex read through the pages. The handwriting was a little difficult to read, prompting her to have to concentrate on a particular word or sentence before she was able to make out what it said. But, what she was reading, baffled her completely.
Ghosts, werewolves, vampires...wendigo. What the hell is a Wendigo?
These surprising words were accompanied by various sketches of what the subject looked like and nearly all of the entries had a way of killing these things. Alex was beginning to dispel everything that she was reading and as she continued on with the pages, her disbelief seemed to start to dwindle. These pages were full. The information that she was reading was to incredibly detailed and precise to be made up...but it had to be. This whole damn journal was talking about monsters.
Once she was done reading, Alex slowly laid the book down and looked up at them. She was immensely confused and probably had a huge bundle of questions for them. Instead, she just settled for perhaps the most obvious one. "What the hell did I just read?"
Natalie took in a breath, trying to map out in her mind how to exactly explain this to her. "Everything in this journal...it's all true."
Alex stared blankly at Natalie and then slowly made her rounds with the others before letting out a hum. "Okay. I am officially in a house full of crazy people."
"Alex." Sam began. "I know this may sound crazy and you probably think we are...but, Nad is telling the truth. Everything in that journal...it's real."
"What you just read..." Natalie motioned at the journal in Alex's hand. "It's my father's journal. He, along with Sam, Dean, Bobby, my Aunt Clara, David, Jake and myself...we're what you call, hunters. And we go out and...kill these things."
Alex shook her head and let out a few laughs. "You all are definitely insane."
"We're not insane." Dean retorted and Natalie could hear the hint of a small annoyance growing on him. Dean really disliked being labeled as insane, especially when it involved telling the truth.
"No. You have to be. Because this..." Alex raised up the journal. "This thing right here just told me that monsters are real. Everyone knows that they-"
"They are real." Dean interrupted. "Every single monster or creature that you can think of...they're real."
Alex's eyes lowered as she began to search through her mind for a random creature. "So, does that mean that Bigfoot is real as well?" Alex asked and her curiosity was genuine.
"Bigfoot? No. I'm pretty sure that thing is a fable." Dean answered, giving her a small look.
"But, you just said that these monsters are real. Isn't Bigfoot in that category?"
Natalie shifted in her seat. "Well, there hasn't really been a case that calls for us to go out and hunt...a Bigfoot. It's most likely something else..something different to what you all perceive as a Bigfoot.."
Alex leaned back in her seat. "Well, that's disappointing."
The five of them descended into silence, the hunters were giving Alex as much time as she needed to try and accept what she had read.
"So, you're telling me that all the things I was afraid of as a kid, they are legit? There are such things as monsters under the bed and vampires that stalk you and that thing that goes bump in the night is a ghost?"
The four hunters merely nodded their affirmation.
Alex huffed out a breath and scratched at the side of her face. "And to think, adults always told us that there's no such thing as monsters. If only they knew...wait, so, what was it that attacked us that night?"
"It was...a Leviathan." Natalie answered and Alex was able to catch the hesitation in her voice. There was good reason for it.
The familiarity of the name struck Alex like a wave and her face immediately tensed. "Leviathan...you and my uncle were looking up information about them. And the one that attacked us said that...they didn't want him snooping around. The Leviathan it's a monster basically...that makes sense because..."
Alex paused as she began to be motions to her face. "I remember this one moment...his face it just...kind of, I don't even know. I was so knocked out at that point. I thought I was just seeing things, but now, I know it was real. But, that's what my uncle was researching on."
Natalie could feel her body tense, she knew exactly where Alex was going with this and honestly, she couldn't blame her. "Yeah." It was the only thing that Natalie could say in that moment.
"So. You're telling me that my uncle is dead...because of you."
"Wait a minute." Dean was quick to step on. "Okay, let's just get one thing straight here, what happened, was not Nad's fault..."
"Dean, don't."
"She had absolutely no idea that this was going to happen." Dean continued, despite Natalie's small warning to him. "We aren't even one hundred percent sure on how they tracked her down. But, if you want to put the blame on someone...you blame the Leviathan that actually killed your uncle."
Alex merely stared at Dean, grief, confusion and now anger were swirling in her eyes. "The only way, they could've known about us, was through her. If she had not gone to my uncle for help, none of this would have happened."
"You never know."
"Really?" Alex's tone was starting to get heated. "Clearly, my uncle was getting somewhere with his research and they didn't want that. What was the instigator for him to even go and read about them? It was Natalie coming to him for help. I even heard the Leviathan say that digging for info on them was a real mistake on his part. So, if he hadn't done that, everything would be fine. Am I wrong?"
Dean grew quiet, he couldn't say that she was wrong, because truthfully, Alex was speaking the truth. But, to pin the whole blame on Natalie, that wasn't something he would settle for.
"You have every right to be pissed about what happened. But, you need to be pointing it at the right person."
Alex ticked her head to the side, her eyes glaring at Dean. "You know, I just lost my uncle. And you really think that you can dictate where I put the blame? Seems really stupid of you."
Both Dean and Alex descended into a silent stare down. With each second, Dean's expression softened, while Alex's stayed the same. Cold and hard. Alex took a moment to gather herself and pressed her hands down on the table, helping to push herself back up onto her feet. Without saying anything else, Alex left the room, leaving the rest of them in an awkward, tense silence. But, it was soon interrupted when Natalie threw a hit to Dean's arm, which she immediately regret after feeling her ribs begin to throb.
Dean looked down at her with wide eyes. "What the hell was that for?"
"Why did you do that?" Natalie quickly questioned.
Dean's eyes widened even more as he raised his arm up. "Sorry. I thought that I would try and defend you in this."
"No, Dean. There's nothing to defend, because she's right."
"Oh, come on, Nad."
"I'm not being melodramatic here. Everything she said was right. I went to him, even you guys told me not to go anywhere. Of course, I was too stubborn to listen to any of you. They must've saw me talking with him, overheard our conversation, I don't know. One thing I am sure about is that I'm not innocent in all of this. How else would they know about them?"
Natalie was waiting for Dean to retort with some comeback, but instead, all Natalie got was Dean turning around and making his way out of the study. "Where are you going? Dean?" Natalie quickly shot up from her chair, only to pause halfway, her body hunching over.
Bobby quickly rushed over to her, easing her back into the chair. "Okay. Just take it easy, Nad."
"God." Natalie hissed out. "Bobby, please make sure Dean doesn't do something stupid."
Bobby waited to make sure that Natalie was fine and settled in the chair before nodding his head. "Okay."
Natalie watched Bobby leave and then settled her back against the chair, breathing out a deep breath she hung her head back and closed her eyes. "You haven't really said anything since you got here." She finally said to the last person standing in the room with her. "You conjuring up some kind of lecture for me."
"I think I've lectured you on things well enough, Nad. Besides, there would be no point in it." Sam walked over towards Natalie and pulled up a chair to sit in front of her.
"Yeah." Natalie leaned her head back up and finally looked at Sam. "Except this time, I think I might've outdone myself with not listening. And look where that has gotten us. Someone is dead and another person hates my guts."
"I think it's a little far off to say that Alex hates you, Nad."
"Are you kidding?" Natalie huffed out a laugh. "After all that she said. Yeah, there's no doubt that she does. But, I can't blame her."
"There's no use in being so hard on yourself. Like, Dean said, you had no idea that this was going to happen."
"Yeah. Well, it wasn't worth it. Because I didn't get any new information them, other than this." Natalie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper and handed it to Sam. She had completely forgotten to show it to the others during their discussion.
Sam took the paper and unfolded it, but, his confusion was resolved. It only grew once he read the words. "Written word of what?" He asked looking up at her.
Natalie shrugged. "I have no idea. I'm sure, though, that's what he was wanting to talk to me about." Natalie gently took the piece of paper back and shoved it back into her pocket. Bracing her hand on the chair arm, she sorely pushed herself up to her feet.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, following in suit and taking a hold of her arm.
"I'm going to talk with Caden. There's more answers that I want from him." Natalie smiled in thanks as he helped her. "You want to come with me?"
"Dean." Bobby called out as he followed the hunter, who was making his way towards the front door. Once he was close enough, Bobby took a hold of his arm and forced Dean to a stop. "What are you doing?"
Dean looked back at Bobby, confused as to why Bobby was stopping him. In a quick manner, Dean pulled his arm from Bobby's hand. "Nothing. I just want to get some air, alright? A lot happened in just a span of a day, I think I need a little break. Is that so bad?"
Bobby looked like he was about to say something, but Dean didn't want to hear it. "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything." Dean assured him.
He didn't wait for Bobby to say anything, Dean just needed to get out of the house, just for a few minutes. Just like what he told Bobby, a lot happened in just a matter of a day. After Natalie left for Omaha, things just seemed to take a turn for the worse.
Walking out onto the porch, Dean walked towards the porch railing and placed his hands down on the wood. Hunching down, Dean allowed his head to hang and his eyes closed as he took in a few breaths.
"What are you so tense about?" A voice appeared from behind Dean and he quickly turned to find Alex sitting in one of the porch chairs, her knees her up against her chest and arms wrapped around them.
Dean shook his head and pushed away from the railing. "Sorry, didn't know you where out here. I'll just uh.."
"You don't have to leave you know." Alex said, arms tightening around her knees. "I mean it's not like I own the entire porch."
"Listen, uh, I'm sorry about what happened back in there...with you know, me going all..."
Alex looked up at Dean, her head tilted to the side and her brow raised up. "Are you having trouble trying to form the right words?"
Dean closed his mouth and cleared his throat. "Just...sorry about what happened in there."
"It's fine." Alex answered. "You were just defending a friend. I would've done the same."
"How are you doing?" Dean requested, although, Alex could hear genuine sincerity in his voice.
"Are you trying to be my therapist or something?" Alex inquired, though there was a light tone to her voice.
Dean merely shrugged at her question. "Just thought you'd want to talk."
"About what?"
"Anything." Dean turned and faced Alex, his body leaned against the railing. "I know that what you're going through isn't easy."
Alex was slightly intrigued now as she knitted her brows together. "What, you've been through it before?"
"Many times."
Alex frowned, her nails grazing over her arm. "Sorry."
Dean nodded, accepting her apology. "You know, it really isn't Nad's fault. The Leviathan's are responsible for what happened to you and your uncle. They're the ones who deserve the blame."
Alex moved around in her seat, him bringing up the subject seemed to have damaged whatever kind of tranquility that was forming between them. "Well, grief can do crazy things to you. Make you say things."
"Do you really blame her?"
"I don't know. I really don't know what I'm thinking or feeling right now. Everything is just bleak and...numb."
"I know the feeling."
Dean admitted to himself that he was actually happy to hear Alex say this. Back in the house, she seemed hell bent on keeping the blame on Natalie, but, this was a better answer to him.
"So, how long have you known?" Alex's question brought Dean out from his mindset.
"About what?"
"About the whole, monsters are real thing. I mean, growing up, I had those typical childhood fears. There's something in my closet or under the bed. I don't know, the fact that I was just told that all of it is real...don't really know how to take it."
"I didn't think that you would be taking that information easily. Trust me. I grew up with this knowledge and...it can really mess with you."
"How old were you?"
"Four."
"What the hell? Why were you so young?"
Dean knew that this question was going to be brought up, but still, hearing it, he could feel a small sense of dread that he would dwell back into it. Grabbing one of the extra chairs, he pulled it over and settled it in front of Alex, then took a seat. "Because something happened to my family and everything changed for us after that."
Alex leaned forward in her chair, towards Dean, her hands folding in her lap. "What happened?"
Dean's expression fell at the memory."My mom was killed." Dean could see Alex's eyes grow heavy with sympathy and any harshness that may have developed between them in the house, it seemed to have melted away in that moment. "And that sent my dad on this insane path to find the thing that killed her and he dragged my brother and I along."
"I'm sorry. Didn't mean for you to think about that."
"It's-it's fine."
"So, did you ever find the thing that killed her?" Alex asked, she was treading very lightly. It didn't take a genius to know that this was a sensitive subject for him.
"Yeah, we did. Eventually. And we killed the son of a bitch."
"Well..." Alex let out a timid laugh. "At least you got the thing."
Dean nodded silently.
"Does anyone know what's going on down in Omaha? Concerning my uncle?" This Alex's attempt to change the subject. Unfortunate that it wasn't a lighter subject, but, at least Dean wouldn't have to talk about his past.
Dean cleared his throat, a little relieved that Alex was the one to change the subject. "David and Jake went down there. Someone had already called the police by the time they got there. Your uncle was taken to the morgue."
"Was the...Leviathan still there?"
Dean shook his head. "By the time they got there, it was gone. So far, we don't know what kills these things. We've tried, shooting them and now, chopping off their heads is not an option."
"But, you are going to find out how to kill them...right?"
Dean detected the hope in Alex's voice, this thing took away her family. He was surprised that she hasn't said anything about going after the thing herself. Though, it was probably a sensible thing that she stayed out of it. "We're going to find out how and we will get them. Especially the one that killed your uncle."
Alex nodded. "And now, I'm gonna have to deal with his house, estate...everything."
"You're going to go back down to Omaha?"
Alex shrugged and brushed her finger over her palm. "What choice do I have? That's where my job is, my home, friends. I can't just up and disappear. I'm gonna have to go back."
"Maybe not."
"No. That might be your way of doing things Dean, but, it's not mine. I made a life for myself down in Omaha with my uncle..." Alex cringed at her mentioning him. "And now that's all gone."
"Why were you living with your uncle? Something happen between you and your parents?"
"Yeah. They died." Alex answered and the spite in her voice caught Dean a little off guard and Alex seemed to have caught onto it quickly. "Sorry. But, they passed away and I went to live with him. That's how I ended up at my uncle's doorstep."
"I'm sorry. Well, welcome to the club."
A small grim huff came from Alex. "Glad I could join. It's weird how the one thing we all have in common is death."
"Not as weird as you would think."
"It's sad."
Dean clapped his hands together, causing Alex to jump in her seat. "Let's change the subject. Where are you from?"
"Well that was a huge switch in topics."
"Just trying to get away from all of this...depressing matters. Sue me."
Alex grinned. "Born in Massachusetts. Raised in Rhode Island. What about you?"
"Born in Kansas."
"Oh." Her brows raised high and her mouth formed into a smile. "So you're a Kansas boy. Not to bad. So, are you a big fan of Kansas?"
Dean pondered on the question for a small amount of time. At first, he was confused, he thought she meant the state which he thought was an odd question. But, soon the realization of her question finally dawned and he gave her a look. "Really?"
Alex cringed to herself as she repeated the question over in her mind and she shook her head. But, nonetheless, she had a huge smile written on her face. "Wow that was really bad. I'm sorry I just hit you with perhaps my worst possible attempt at a joke."
Dean merely shrugged, feeling like he was about smile. "It was a little amusing."
"No that was just an embarrassment." Alex stood up from the porch chair she had been sitting in and made her way towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked quickly.
"I'm going to go wallow in my own self disappointment."
Dean only gave Alex an unconvinced look. "Kidding. I'm actually kind of tired. Been a...weird day. It's gonna take a little to adjust to all of this."
"Yeah."
Alex reached for the handle, opening the door halfway before stopping and turning to him. "It was nice talking to you Dean." Alex gave him a tired smile before walking into the house.
Dean sat in silence, his eyes still glue on the door, which had now closed and finally the smile he had felt earlier, appeared. "Nice talking to you to Alex."
Sam placed a hand on Natalie's shoulder, prompting her to stop and turn to him. "Are you sure you want to question him right now?" Sam asked, both him and Natalie were standing outside of Caden's bedroom door.
"Why wouldn't I?" Natalie questioned.
"I don't know. Maybe you might want to rest a little bit more."
Natalie blew out a tired breath.
"I'm sorry, okay, it just looks like you are seriously about to pass out. You've been really bothered by your ribs, so maybe you just need to rest more."
"I'm fine." Natalie quickly assured. "I really want to know what happened to him."
"Okay, let's go."
Natalie gently knocked on the door and heard Caden's voice just barely reaching a loud enough volume, but she took it as her sign to go on. Natalie and Sam walked in, finding Caden was still lying in bed, huge bandages were covering the cut down his chest and his face was no longer bloody. Just really bruised. Not to mention that there was a huge sigil drawn on the wall behind the bed.
"What's with that?" Natalie asked, her head motioning at the sigil.
"It's so that the angels won't be able to track me."
Natalie nodded and made her way over to the bed, taking a careful seat on the edge of the mattress. "How are you feeling?"
"Better than I was before. Your sister is very good with taking care of injuries." Caden admired the bandages on his body.
"Yeah, that's Mari. It's what she does for a living." Natalie inquired, giving a quick smile at how Caden seemed to be so fascinated by whatever Marina did to help him. "Anyway. I was wondering if we could talk about something. Actually, it's about the time that you were gone."
Caden's light expression was switched off as he looked back up at her and nodded. "I was waiting for you to resume your questioning."
"Is it alright if we can talk about it?" Natalie asked.
"It's fine."
"Okay." Natalie blew out a relieved breath. "The night you and Castiel left the lab. What happened after that?"
"He took me to Heaven, like I said back at the motel. And he...handled me in his own way."
"So, he basically beat the shit out of you."
Caden cleared his throat and gave a half nod. "If that's what you all call it down here, then yes. He could've easily ended me there. But, he decided that was to easy for me. He had me locked away."
"Heaven jail." Sam repeated.
"Very much so. To house angels who went against God's orders. Well, Castiel had me locked away in a different section of the jail where they...torture angels. And that's why I'm so weak. My grace is...fairly scant."
Natalie furrowed her brows together. "Your grace?"
"It's what makes me an angel. Everything-our abilities, self-healing, our ways of transport, it's all through our grace."
Natalie nodded, finally understanding why he arrived at the motel bruised and bloodied. "So, that's why you couldn't heal yourself...it's because of your grace. Can't you just recharge?"
"Not exactly. My grace is not something that I can just...charge." He gave a confused cringe at using the word. "You either have it or you don't. Most angels would get their grace taken from them and if they're occupying a vessel, they become human."
"So, are you, human?" Natalie questioned.
"Well, not exactly, but, I'm close. I can't recharge any of it. I can do certain things. My fighting has dwindled and I can only get to one place at a time. It drains me completely."
Sam walked up to the foot of the bed, his hand resting against the bed railing. "What did they do with your grace?"
"Most of the time, they keep it, in Heaven. I don't know where, but, they have it."
"Is there any way we can get it back?" Sam continued.
"No. If there was a way, it would be a suicide mission. I'll just have to adjust to what I have now. As long as I am given time to heal from my wounds, I should fine." Caden pushed himself up more, straightening his back against the headboard. "I believe it's my turn for questions."
Natalie nodded. "Yeah, sure go ahead."
"Where's Castiel?"
"Right. Um. After he, left you in Heaven, Cas came back down and was killing people who were sinners I guess you could say. Clan groups dismembered, several priests were killed, he just went on this rampage. And then finally he came to us for help. Before, we had tried to stop him by asking Death for help. Eventually, Cas realized that he wouldn't be able to control it and that he was getting out of hand."
"The souls must have been breaking apart his vessel. That's too much power for an angel to handle."
"Yeah. We, uh, got him back to the lab, because the only way to help him was to get the souls back to Purgatory. And we managed to do it. But..."
"What?" Caden's eyes narrowed at Natalie.
"A group called the Leviathan held on inside Cas." Natalie explained. "They used him so that they could disperse and Cas was just...gone."
"Castiel is gone." Caden repeated and he blinked several times, finding it difficult to wrap his head around the idea. "The last thing any of the angels heard from him, it was this warning. To all of Raphael's followers. There was nothing but confusion. But, the Leviathan are out of Purgatory."
"Yeah." Natalie confirmed. She took a quick glance back at Sam, before continuing. "We already encountered a few. That thing down in Omaha, was one of them."
"Castiel was foolish." Caden shook his head. "He should have listened to everyone who told him not to open the gates to Purgatory."
"Well it's too late to think about it now." Natalie said. "It happened and now we have a freaking Leviathan infestation going on."
Sam slipped a hand onto Natalie's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "Caden, do you have any idea who Leviathan are?" He went onto ask.
Caden had seen the small action and his eyes switched from Sam and Natalie, but ultimately had to bring himself out of it. "Well, they were God's first creation and he placed them on earth. But, they became too dangerous to keep, so that's where Purgatory comes from."
"Right. So that God could lock them up and not have to worry about them. Anything else?" Natalie could feel herself becoming a little annoyed. That was something they had already known, it didn't help to hear it repeated several times.
"Well, most of the information on the Leviathans has been written down. Part of the Word of God."
"The Word of God?" Natalie repeated. Her mind suddenly went to the piece of paper that she found in Alan's hand. Written word of... That has to be it. "What is the Word of God?"
"It's a series of tablets written by the Scribe of God. However, the exact contents of what is written on the tablet, I don't know what it is."
"Where is the tablet?" Natalie asked.
"I don't know. Not even the angels know where it is. God had these written down before he left and when he did leave Heaven, the tablet just...disappeared, along with the Scribe."
"Well, that's just great. The only hard source we have on the Leviathans is nowhere to be found and..." Natalie turned in her seat to look at Sam, who was leaning against the wall. "I wouldn't even know where to start looking."
"We'll talk with Bobby, see what we can do."
"The Leviathan are out of Purgatory." Sam and Natalie turn both of their attentions back to Caden. "You have no idea what these things are capable of. I saw what they did before God had to lock them away. We're going to need to get this under control."
Sam nodded. "We will Caden. Don't worry. We'll...find some way to stop them."
Natalie stood up from the chair. "I'm going to let you get some more rest." Turning to Sam they both made their way towards the door, "We can talk more later. Just rest."
Natalie offered Caden a quick smile before walking out of the room, with Sam following behind her. Pausing in the hallway, Natalie turned to Sam and leaned her back against the wall. Once Sam closed the door, he around, a little surprised to just seeing her standing there.
"What?"
"How are you feeling? I know that we've all been a little preoccupied...I didn't even get a chance to see how you are."
Sam shrugged limply and looked down at the scar on his palm, while gently rubbing his thumb over the healed flesh. "I'm fine." He responded, keeping his gaze down on his hand.
"Are you really?"
Natalie looked down at Sam rubbing his scar, prompting her to reach forward and took a hold of his hand. Turning it palm side up, Natalie took a quick view of the scar, then allowed her thumb to ghost over it. "The past few weeks seemed to be a little hit and miss. You were dazing off a lot, like something was catching your attention."
"What did you expect? My head isn't fixed and it won't be. Those were just me having a little bit of a moment. It wasn't anything to serious."
Natalie looked up at Sam, her eyes fixing on him in a light stare. "Is this going to be just like last time? When you kept from us that you were hallucinating. It wasn't until it got to a bad point that you finally told us."
Sam leaned his head back and the long drawn out sigh that he did told Natalie that he didn't want to have this conversation.
"Listen, I know okay." Natalie began. "You're getting tired of us constantly asking. I get it, it's what I go through with all of you. But, this isn't something that can be viewed at with half concern."
"You're going to ask me to promise to tell you if it gets worse, aren't you?" Sam asked, his head leaning down so that he was looking at her.
"No. Because I know you. Even if you did promise, you wouldn't say anything, because that's who you are. So, I'm going to put my trust in you that...if it does get bad, then you will say something. I'm hoping you will at least. Deal?"
Sam nodded. "Okay. Deal."
Natalie looked back down at their entwined hands and a small smile tugged at her lips. "You know I just about something, just to try and lighten up the mood."
Sam ticked his head to the side. "What?"
She looked up at him, her smile still evident. "My ribs have been bruised beyond belief and that combined with the fact that all the beds in the cabin are singles..."
Sam's brows knitted together, but the way Natalie's brows raised and a small smile played at her lips, it was enough to get Sam's mind working quicker. Finally, his expression fell and he nodded. "Right. Well, this really sucks."
Natalie huffed out a laugh, which diminished into a hiss. "Mari thinks it would be best if I just...stayed on my own until I was healed enough."
"So, she knows about..."
"Yeah. I didn't see any point of keeping it from her."
"Fair enough."
Natalie enclosed her hand over his and began to lead them out of the hallway and towards the staircase. "I'll show you where you and Dean are going to be staying."
"By the way," Sam began as they ascended the stairs. "how was the whole bed thing supposed to lighten the mood?"
Caden quietly closed the bedroom door and took his steps lightly as he walked towards the front door. Right as he stepped out of the door, he could feel a sense of vulnerability hit him. The house was literally his protection. The sigil he had drawn in his room would ensure that none of the angels would be able to find him. But, what he was doing couldn't be done in the house. Most likely, someone would catch him in the act.
Closing the last few buttons of his coat, Caden walked off the porch and stood himself towards the middle of the front lawn. He gazed up at the night sky, this time, he was taking more of an appreciation of how the stars light up the darkness. It was never something he really noticed or cared for.
"You've been doing a good job with keeping yourself under the radar."
Caden turned, finding a young woman looking at him. Shoulder length dark brown hair, dark green jacket and black jeans that flared at the bottom, covering her shoes which were a dirty gray color.
"Sarah." Caden calmly greeted. "I have to now." Caden took a few steps towards her. "Ever since breaking out of Heaven, can't really afford to be out in the open. Except for now, which is why I don't have long."
"Why couldn't I have just gone to see you in there?" Sarah nodded towards the cabin behind him.
"I didn't want to risk any of them seeing us together." Caden explained, which Sarah only acknowledged with a nod. "How are things in Heaven?"
"It's chaotic. Several individuals are trying to gain enough followers. Caden there might even be another civil war for another leader. Where is Castiel?"
"He's gone Sarah. The Leviathan's used him as a way to disperse themselves. I talked with Natalie and she explained it to me."
"Right." She slowly nodded her head. "Natalie. Well, I can tell you that the angels aren't happy with you, right now. They found the angels you killed and are going to start sending out others to look for you."
Caden looked down in thought. "Do they know that you helped me to get out?"
"Not yet." Sarah took a quick surveillance around her. "But, I have a feeling soon, they will find out. They are trying their absolute hardest to finding out how you escaped."
"We need to try and keep it so that they don't know about your involvement."
"You shouldn't have went against Castiel in the first place Caden." Sarah was quick to scold. "That was not part of the plan."
Caden gave her a quick shrug. "Things changed Sarah."
"That's right." Her face changed into annoyance. "She came into the picture and completely changed your way of thinking."
"Not everything." Caden corrected."She and the Winchesters, I think they are becoming apart of the plan."
"The type of grip she has on you and the loyalty you show her, that's not what we needed."
"I needed to get her to trust me, didn't I?" Caden's question made Sarah go silent. "Don't be so quick to talk against Natalie. You know nothing about her."
"And like you do?" Sarah retorted, putting Caden on the spot, but it was only met with silence. "How do we even know that they would be able to find the tablet?"
"I told them about it, not the entirety, but they know that it exists and that it's out there. They'll find it. If I need to remind you about what happened when Lucifer got out of the cage..." Caden assured.
"No thanks to Sam Winchester."
"They all dealt with it." Caden finished. "They all paid a price for it, especially Sam. Don't discredit them when you haven't even given them a chance."
Sarah folded her arms over her chest and cleared her throat. "And what about the other tablets? I heard Seraphiel talking about them as well."
"That's not our concern right now." Caden's tone soon turned hard. "We have the Leviathans to worry about. We focus on that first and then we'll worry about the rest. Those other tablets, we have no idea where they are."
"Isn't that where the Winchesters and Natalie come in? How about you set them up so that they can get on the right path?"
"One thing...at a time, Sarah." Caden said. "The Leviathans are the number one priority. We need to neutralize this threat. The other tablets don't have any importance to this right now. We'll worry about it later."
"What are you going to do then?" Sarah went on to question. "Stick around with them and do what?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know." Sarah repeated, her arms falling to her side. "Well, the rest of your grace, it needs to be restored to you. Now, I can try..."
"No, Sarah. Maybe, we can work on finding a place for me to go. But, don't try and retrieve the rest of my grace."
"Then, what do you want to do?"
"I need you to find a location where we can meet. Make sure it's where the angel's won't be able to find me."
"Fine." Sarah fixed the zipper on her jacket. "You know, Naomi is probably going to want to talk with you as soon as I establish a location."
"Is she one of the angels trying to gain control up there?" Caden asked.
"She wants to be. But, I'm not sure how well she's doing with that." Sarah answered.
"Well, when you get the location let me know. And if she wants to talk with me, then I'll be waiting."
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Review Responses:
Marloweee1856: I am so glad that you like chapter 3! IT WAS LIKE A SATALIE PARADE IN THAT CHAPTER! It gave me a lot of feels while writing it! And I know how you feel, I want to hug Nad so badly. And trust me, Sam is NEVER going to hurt Nad like that. Ever. And I am SO glad that you like Alex and I hope her behavior in this chapter hasn't hurt it at all! :) And yes Caden is back. For how long, I am actually not quite sure about that. But, how do you feel about the end?
January Lily: AHHH! IM SO GLAD THAT YOU LOVE ALEX! I was really worried that I didn't do her entrance right, but, now that I think about it, I think it was the perfect way to introduce her. I hope her little conversation with Dean was a likable scene for you! :) the Dealex feels will slowly be building (at least I hope). Honestly, I am so glad that Caden is your favorite oc angel. I was kinda worried that he wouldn't be a popular character and I think the ending of this chapter might solidify that for some people. OOPS! If you want to borrow him, GO RIGHT AHEAD SWEETIE!
Sarahmichellegellarfan1: Yes, when Natalie said that she and Sam slept together, it literally just meant slept. They did not have sex. That won't happen for a little while longer. And I am glad that you like Alex. I hope she continues to grow on you and every reader.