She Talks to Angels | {BOOK 2}

57|Lucifer's Vessel

"I'm coming for you, Ecclesia," a sinister voice spoke.

"I'm coming, my love," another voice said. "It's only a matter of time."

My eyes snapped open as Dean entered the motel room, throwing down his keys and stripping off his jacket.

"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he apologized.

"'s all good," I shrugged. "Wasn't a very restful sleep anyway."

He looked over at me, green eyes sparkling with pity and worry. I still was having trouble sleeping without Dean's arms around me, constantly plagued by nightmares and whispers from Lucifer and Michael in my head. I still hadn't told him I was hearing more than just Cass's voice these days. Granted, I hadn't actually heard Cass's voice in my head in forever. But that wasn't the point. He used to be the only angel I heard in my head, and now Michael and Lucifer had joined the party.

Dean's phone rang, and after checking the caller ID, he put it on speaker.

"Hey, Cass."

"I believe I found a way to beat the Devil."

"What's that?" I asked.

"The Colt."

"The Colt?" Dean repeated.

"Yes. Word is, the demons have it in their possession."

"We're talking about the Colt, right?" Dean inquired. "As in, the Colt?"

"We are," Cass confirmed.

"Well, that doesn't make any sense," I chimed in. "I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?"

"What? What?" Cass said as a noise like a car passing came through the speaker. "Did- I didn't- I didn't get that?"

Dean laughed, shaking his head.

"You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped."

"This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes," Cass whined.

Dean chuckled again, and I rolled my eyes, swiping the phone out of his hand.

"Okay, alright. I'm- I'm telling you, Cass, the mooks have melted the gun down by now," I tried reasoning with the angel.

"Well, I hear differently. And if it's true and if you two are still set on the insane task of killing the Devil, this is how we do it."

"Okay. Where do we start?" Dean asked.

"Where are you now?"

"Can't you sense Ellie?"

"I've been respecting her privacy... Avoiding tracking her unnecessarily."

"Well, thanks, Cass," I smirked.

"We're in Kansas City," Dean supplied, reaching over to grab our room key. "Century Hotel, room 113."

"I'll be there immediately."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," I protested. "No, no, absolutely not. Dean just drove like sixteen hours straight, Cass. He and I are both human. There's stuff we gotta do."

"Like what?"

"Eat, for example. In this case, sleep," Dean explained. "We just need our four hours once in a while, okay?"

His eyes met mine, knowing I would need a lot more than the usual four hours, but I could always sleep more later, he was the one who insisted on being the sole driver.

"Yes," Castiel answered.

"So you can pop in tomorrow morning?" I asked.

"Yes. I'll just-"

I hung up the phone, cutting off the angel and handing the phone back to Dean. He disappeared into the bathroom to change quickly, then joined me in bed, wrapping his arms protectively around me. I snuggled into his side, using his chest as a pillow as we both drifted off to sleep. What felt like seconds later, but what a glance at the alarm clock on the side table proved to be a little over an hour, Dean's phone started to vibrate. I quickly extracted myself from Dean's arms, answering the phone before it could wake up Dean.

"Damnit, Cass, Dean and I need to sleep!" I hissed.

"Ellie, it's me."

"Sam? It's a quarter past four."

"This is important," Sam said.

I tried to get out of the bed as quietly as I could, but ended up falling on my butt with a loud thump. Dean sat up, looking over the side of the bed groggily.

"Ellie?" he asked.

"It's Sam," I whispered, referencing the phone pressed to my ear.

"Put it on speaker."

I did so, telling Sam to pause for a moment.

"So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?" Dean asked once Sam had finished explaining.

"That's what he said," Sam confirmed.

"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?" Dean continued, getting a beer from the fridge.

"So, that's it? That's your response?"

"What are you looking for?"

"I don't know. A- a little panic? Maybe?"

"I guess we're a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point," I said.

"He mentioned you, too, Ellie."

"'Course he did," I rolled my eyes.

"What are we gonna do about it?" the younger Winchester asked.

"What do you want to do about it?" the elder shot back.

"I want back in, for starters."

"Sam-"

"I mean it," Sam insisted. "I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down, guys."

"Oh, so we're back to revenge, then, are we?" Dean scoffed. "Yeah, cause that worked out so well last time."

"Not revenge. Redemption."

"So, what, you're gonna walk back in and we're going to be the three stooges again?"

"Look, Dean, I can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you."

Dean grabbed the phone from me angrily, but left it on speaker. I didn't protest, it was mostly him and Sam talking anyway.

"Look, Sam- it doesn't matter- whatever we do. I mean, it turns out you and me, we're the, uh, the fire and oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good."

"Dean, it doesn't have to be like this. We can fight it."

"Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us- love, family, whatever it is- they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways."

"Dean, don't do this," Sam protested.

"Bye, Sam."

Dean hung up the phone, looking back at me. Without another word, we went back to laying in bed together. Dean was out as soon as his arms had wrapped back around me. I however, took a bit longer to fall asleep, the thought that now, it wasn't just me being promised to Lucifer or Michael anymore... I would be ending up with Sam or Dean...