She Has Wings. | Castiel

The Books.

Chapter Eleven

We walked into the comic store seeing the worker at the front, we took out our IDs and held it up. "Agent DeYoung, Shaw, and Cash." He said pointing at us.

"Anything strange in the building last couple of days?" I asked and he hummed.

"Like what?"

"Some other tenants reported flickering lights," Dean said.

"I don't think so why?" The man asked.

"Noises? Any skittering in the walls like rats?" Sam asked.

"The FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" He hummed.

"Feel any sudden temperature drops?" I asked.

"I knew it!" The guy yelled and I furrowed my eyebrows. "You guys are LARPing aren't you!?" He laughed.

"Excuse me?" Dean mumbled.

"Like you don't know!" The guy said and silence filled the room. "Larping! Live-action role-play! You're fans!"

"Of what?" I asked and he scoffed.

"You're asking questions as the buildings are haunted, like that trio from the books? What are they called?.." He went silent. "Oh! Supernatural!" He said and I furrowed my eyebrows. We looked confused cause we were. "A trio, two guys and a girl, all siblings use fake IDs with rock aliases hunting down ghosts, demons, vampires... What are their names?" He hummed. "Steve and Dirk? Sal and Dan?" He mumbled.

"Sam and Dean?" I asked and he gasped.

"Yeah! What was the girl's name?" He mumbled.

"Y/N?" I mumbled and he nodded.

"Yeah, she's my favourite!" He said.

"This is a book?" I asked and he nodded.

"A series didn't sell many copies, they went bankrupt-"

"Skip the details, show us," I said and he got up walked to the books, and pulled them out handing them to me. The cover was two men, one shirtless, standing there, his hair blowing in the wind, and a girl, sitting on the hood of the Impala, her eyes glowing blue. I flipped it reading the back. "On a lonely California highway a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths..." I whispered. That was the first night we grabbed Sam to find dad. Sam took it from me. "We need them all!" I said and he nodded going and finding them. While walking out I mumbled. "I knew we shoulda came as building inspectors." I huffed. I sat in the motel laying with dean reading the books, and taking turns. "This is insane," I said.

"Everything is in here! Racist truck- sex!" He said.

"We're full frontal," I said. "That guy was a good ride though," I said and Dean gagged.

"How come we haven't heard of them?" Dean asked as he went to Sam, I continued to read when I got to a part where I reflected on dad.

As Y/N sat there looking at the dusty road, the Impala let out a soft purr, she missed her father dearly, her eyebrows pensive, she reflected on how her father told her the story of her bringing of life, Mary came to him, like an Angel and they shared one more night of bliss and from that Angel Mary since became, birthed a gifted child with great power. Her father withheld telling Y/N of these gifts she held, great gifts, gifts of Angels, and creation.

I huffed. "What's a slash fan?" Dean asked.

"Like Sam/Dean/Y/N or Dean/Y/N or Sam/Dean so on so worth. Like together."

"Like... Together... together?" Dean mumbled.

"Yup."

"What the fuck!?" I yelled and he groaned. "We're siblings- ugh!" I threw the book onto the bed.