"Yes. I am saying that I never had Grace, but did have wings. And the demons came and took me. They brought me to the warehouse and paraded me in front of a guy. He looked pretty beat up and they treated him like a prisoner. He was shackled and all, so I'm guessing he wasn't a demon." Cas frowned at that. "The leader of the demons asked him if I was 'one of them'." My fingers placed the air quotes and I saw Dean's mouth twitch as he flashed a look at Cas. Cas ignored him. "Did he mention the name of the non-demon?" he wanted to know. I strained my memory. "I think he did... Jehoël? Is that a name?" Cas' face became a mask of pain. "Yes.. Yes it is. I thought he had perished." His blue eyes swept upwards to meet Dean's green ones. "I thought he died trying to get to you in Hell."
Anger made Dean's green eyes sparkle like emeralds. "They kept him alive, tortured him, and why?" He downed his beer in one go. "For fun. Until they found a better use for him. God, they make me sick!" He slammed his empty beerbottle on the table. Cas furrowed his brow. "What I am worried about is that they seem to need him to identify you as 'one of them'... One of whom?" Blank stares all around. I had been asking myself that question ever since the demons had paraded me in front of this Jehoël. Dean rubbed his jaw. "And why would they need an angel to do the identifying? It's almost as if..." He broke off and stared at me. "I'm sorry... Did we get your name?" I chuckled. I actually hadn't told them. I knew theirs by heart, and somehow introductions had been forgotten when demons came along.
"Gwendolyn, but please, just Gwen is fine." Sam smiled and Dean nodded with a slight smile. "Well then, just Gwen, are you in any other way special?" I shrugged. "Damned if I know. I do seem to have some degree of visions." Worried, Sam looked at me, and I remembered how his visions had been accompanied by terrible headaches and bloody noses. "Nothing like yours, Sam. I promise. I won't fall down with a splitting headache and blood dripping out of my nose." Sam looked surprised that I knew, but Dean shook his head and whispered audibly to his brother. "Fangirl, man. Chuck." Sam frowned annoyed. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. But I swear my visions are really rather ok. They're more like dreams that come true, and often I get a chance to intervene, before something bad happens." Dean nodded. "Pardon the pun, Cas, but sorta like a guardian angel?" Cas glared at him, clearly not amused. Dean threw his hands up. "I said I was sorry. But I know no better way to discribe it, do you?" Cas lowered his head a bit. "No."