My Angel Was Brave

Chapter Three

Dean sat in a pasture under the tree, a picnic laid out before him. He beamed at the pie and cut himself a slice, biting into the warm, sweet, cherry flavour and smiling a little more.

"Hello, Dean," a familiar deep voice greeted. Pie was halfway to his mouth when he glanced up at the man before him.

"I'm dreaming," he dropped the pie and his fork.

"Only if you think you are," Cas grinned, offering his hand to Dean.

"Cas?" Dean's smile grew as he put is his fingers into the angel's and was pulled to his feet.

"I love you, Dean," Cas' breath swam over his face, their eyes locked.

"Cas, I-" Dean began.

"So... This is what you dream about, then?" a girl's voice interrupted and Cas disappeared as a red-head stood a ways off, crossing her arms at him, a smirk set on her face, "I mean, if you were that interested in my brother, you kind of need to tell him, Deano. He's pretty oblivious."

"Another angel," Dean growled, angrily, silently shattering, again, "What do you want?"

"Another angel?" she frowned, "I'm hurt - You've already forgotten about me, Sir. Probably would have been better off talking to Samsquatch."

"We've never met," Dean argued.

"New vessel... Right," she hit her forehead, "Forgot how dull you humans are. It's your friendly neighborhood Gabriel, at your service."

"But... You died," Dean argued, "Cas said so, himself."

"Wouldn't be the first time I got away with the cheap tricks," Gabriel chuckled, "Had to ditch the old body, though. Didn't want Luci to see me walking around, right?"

"So, who's this bitch, then?" Dean asked.

"Amelia Pond," Gabriel put an emphasis on the -on, "Feisty red-head. Her husband was dying of some weird alien disease. We made an exchange."

"What do you want, Gabriel?" Dean demanded.

"Just came to check on my baby bro, is all," she chuckled, "Well, I suppose he's my sis, now, eh?"

"You mean that angel that doesn't have a name?" Dean asked, "She says she's a friend of Cas'''.

"You mean, she didn't..." Gabriel trailed off.

"Didn't what?" he raised an eyebrow, suspiciously. 

"I should go," Gabriel looked away, "Just... You can trust her, okay? She means well."

"Didn't what?" Dean yelled, as the angel disappeared. 

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Suddenly, he sat up in bed, the motel room focusing around him.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Dean?" Sam glanced up from his computer, concerned, "What's up?"

"Just had a visit from Gabriel," Dean grumbled, "He's a hot red-head, now."

"Gabriel's alive?" Sam blinked.

"Appearantly," Dean rubbed his temple, "Did you dig anything up on this Molly chick?"

"Not on her, specificly," Sam answered, "But a lot about her associates. Her boyfriend - Jim - is a psyco, her best friend - John - is an army doctor, her work associate - Greg - is a detective inspector of Scotland Yard and, get this; she works with THE Sherlock Holmes."

"Who?" Dean asked.

"It's really big over in England," Sam explained, "Doctor John Watson's blog. Entry after entry of his adventures with consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes."

"Great, Sammy," Dean rolled his eyes, "What's it mean?"

"It means," Sam said, "Baby picked up a vessel that everyone trusts, but nobody actually knows. At least over there. You say the name Molly Hooper and nobody knows who that is, but you see her face and you're positive you've met her before. Great disguise for someone trying to hide something, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "If you'll excuse me, I've gotta make a call." Sam nodded and Dean exited the motel and glanced around for anyone before starting up a prayer.

"Hey there... Baby," he began, "We've got a problem over here and could use your help, so..." He peaked out between his eyes and frowned, frustrated.

"Hello, Dean," the voice behind him greeted. He spun around to see the same girl who'd rescued him standing there, directly behind him."

"Um..." Dean's rage drained a little, "Personal space, Cas. We've talked about this." He realised what he'd said a second after it'd tumbled out of his mouth and she stared at him, wide-eyed.

"I didn't-" he tried. She sighed and stepped farther away from him than she normally would in the past.

"Don't," she interrupted, looking at the window of the motel and spotting Sam spying on them, "What do you need, Dean?"

"I spoke with Gabriel," Dean stated, making Castiel whip her head to look at him, "Oh, is that alarming? There something he shouldn't have told me?"

"No," Castiel lied, "Is that why you called me here, Dean? I don't expect you to like me, but I have done nothing but help you thus far. You could at least trust me enough to not seek me out like a criminal."

"You seem a little cosy with us, Baby," Dean stated, "And Gabriel said you'd had a bit of a gender swap."

"What are you trying to say?" Castiel frowned.

"I know who you are," Dean glared.

"No you don't," Castiel countered, though part of her hoped he did.

"Yes, I do," Dean narrowed his eyes, "... You're Raphael."

"Is there anything else you need, Dean?" Castiel sighed, her shoulders slumping.

"Wait... So, not Raphael, then?" Dean blinked.

"No, Dean" Castiel shook her head.

"Oh," Dean mumbled.

"Good-bye, Dean," Castiel bid farewell.

"Wait!" Dean tried, but she was already gone.