Heroes (We Could Be)

7) When Can I See You, Again?!

The title song for this chapter is sung by Owl City.

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Castiel grabbed me and all of a sudden my vision was clouded by nothing, but white glaring light. It only lasted for a second, but it took my eyes several minutes to readjust themselves.

"What in the name of Hades was that all about?!" I demanded to know.

"Who are you?" was the counter demand from "Cas".

"Me? I'm Rebecca Annette Lindsey. I'm a Black Falls History Museum intern and archaeology major. Beyond that, I'm your average twenty-two-year-old woman. You, on the other hand, are an angel who has been cut off from heaven, has limited power, and doesn't have the first clue about being human. You're also using Dean's Christmas present from Sam and what's left of your own power to find GOD." I chose to say.

"There has to be more to you than what you claim, for you to know all that." Cas stated.

"Unfortunately for you, that's all there is beyond the normal complexities of the individual human personality." I said sugary.

"Then how do you know everything you've stated?" Cas questioned.

"In my reality. Dean, Sam, Bobby, and you are just characters portrayed by actors on a show I like." I told him.

"Everything that has happened to the Winchesters and me happened just the same way in your show?" Cas questioned again.

"With a few very recent exceptions, yes, as far as I know, it has." I answered.

"Will Dean become a vessel for Micheal?" Cas asked.

"Why does it matter? Isn't that what you angels want? The human race eradicated from the earth and a paradise in its place." I taunted Cas.

"You don't know what you're talking about. I risked everything; defied orders, was cast out by my brothers and sisters, as well as denied heaven for Dean and his family." Cas growled at me.

"What you're feeling is a secondary emotion called anger. It masks the emotion you just felt before it when I taunted you." I patronizingly explained to Cas.

"It feels degrading. Angels are supposed to be above emotions, superior to humans." Cas said sounding defeated.

"Look the fact is you're not superior, not you or me or any other being in creation. However much we each may wish to delude ourselves. If He does exist, and the jury's still out for me on that, God, according to the bible, gave us all free will. This means we all, demons or humans or angels, make our own choices and are responsible for them. There are no favorites Cas, we are equals." I gently tried to explain trying to get him to understand.

"Why are you telling me this?" Cas asked giving me his confused "constipated bulldog" look again.

"To help. If you keep going the way you are bad things will happen that might be able to be avoided and trust me I want them avoided." I told him.

"Bad things? Like what?" Cas demanded.

"It's not good to know your own future, Cas." I told him gently.

"I think I'm feeling angry again." Cas huffed.

"Nope, what you're feeling now is called frustration. It's actually quite typical given the circumstances of the moment." I smirked.

"You are enjoying this." Cas accused.

"Quite frankly, yes. Yes, I am." I said smartly.

"Do you care for Dean?" Cas wanted to know.