Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Two

The boys fell asleep. Since it's not too late, I decide to go out and find out more about this gorgeous, green-eyed Dean Winchester.

I go outside of Bobby's house in stealth mode (I teleport) and stand in the yard. It's the same place I was standing in when Sam found me earlier.

"Who are you?" I turn around and am faced with another angel, ten or fifteen feet away from me. His vessel has dark hair and wears a long tanned-color trench coat. The reason for me immediately that he was an angel? He pulled out his angel blade.

"Riley." He slides the blade away and out of my sight. "What about you?"

"I am Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord." I almost snicker at this, but stop myself in time. "You're not an angel, but you know of angels? How?" I try to think of what to tell him, but I can't come up with anything. I keep my mouth shut as he waits for a response. "Are you a demon?" I scoff.

"Yeah, right."

"Then what are you?" I shrug.

"Just a hunter."

"But you know of the angels. No hunter knows of the angels." I don't think I can answer any more of his questions, so I poof away again.

-

Why am I here?

I didn't want to come into this barn. Must be someone summoned me. Who would know how to summon an angel besides Bobby Singer?

"Well, well. Never thought I'd see the day where I met an angel." I roll my eyes. The girl who spoke comes around me and stands a few feet in front of me. "Why are you here?" I lower my eyebrows. I'm getting tired of these stupid questions. "Nobody has seen an angel for a long, long time. So, why come now?" The girl is a little shorter than me with brown hair and brown eyes.

"I don't know who the hell you are, but it doesn't matter. You have no right to know."

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?" She holds an angel blade up to my throat. It sliced through my neck a little, causing blood to seep out.

"You ever hear of a hunter? Goes by the name Winchester." She lowers her eyebrows slowly before lowering the angel blade.

"Sam or Dean?"

"The one who escaped Hell, duh." She rolls her eyes. "I'm not working with the angels. I've been on my own forever. They don't know I exist." She wipes the angel blade off on her black jeans. "So, who are you? You a hunter like every other freak show who's been talking to me?"

"I'm an angel." I don't think I heard her right. She looks up at me as I stare at her in disbelief.

"Bullshit," I say, scoffing. "Then, you know how Dean got out of Hell." She shakes her head. "Every angel knows about that, how come you don't?"

"I haven't been around lately."

"Oh? D'ya go on vacation?" She shakes her head. "You have to give me more than a shake of your head, okay?"

"I removed my grace," she mutters.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Why?" I ask. No angel ever thinks about removing their grace.

"I don't know." She doesn't say anything after that and we just stand there in complete silence.

"I have to go, I'll see you later" I say as I snap my fingers and go back to Bobby's house. I end up in the living room. Dean is sleeping on the couch with his right arm swung behind his head. I smile as I head back to my sleeping place, knowing I won't sleep.

-

I have no motivation for getting out of bed. It's so comfortable and I could lay here all day, but I couldn't. I throw the blanket off of me and head downstairs.

"Hey, Riley." I rub my eyes and look over at Dean, who is sitting on the couch. I think Bobby and Sam are still sleeping. "Me or Sam?" I raise my eyebrows.

"What?" I ask, rubbing my eyes again.

"Oh come on. You know what I'm talking about." He moves his eyebrows up and down. I roll my eyes and walk away, heading out to the kitchen. I guess Bobby and Sam are already awake. They are in the other room working on the angel stuff. I stand in the kitchen by myself, looking out a window and into the yard.

"I'm just a regular guy!" I hear Dean talking to Sam and Bobby. I turn and walk over to them.

"Dean, maybe you ARE a regular guy who's important to the man upstairs," Sam says. I stand by the stairwell as they talk a little bit about why the angels would rescue Dean, and why God would want him out of Hell.

"Alright, what do we know about angels?" Dean asks. Bobby pulls out a stack of books and sets them on the table.

"Start reading," he says. Dean turns to Sam, pointing his finger.

"You're gonna get me some pie."

Somehow I ended up going with Sam to get Dean's pie and chips. "You can grab something if you want," Sam says to me as he heads towards the deserts aisle. I grab a pack of M&M's. I find Sam, he's looking around for the apple pie. "Riley, shouldn't you eat something a little more healthier than chocolate?"

"What, pie?" I ask, rolling my eyes. I walk around a little, looking for something that I like. I grab a box of popcorn. A six pack of popcorn. "I don't have any money," I say to Sam as we are checking out. He takes my box of popcorn and my bottle of Mountain Dew and sets them up on the counter.

"Don't worry about it," he says to me. Right then was the moment I decided I need to tell Sam that I'm an angel. Something clicked in my head, somehow I knew I could trust him.

We head out to the Impala. This is Dean's car. I believe that he inherited it from his father, John Winchester.

Now, we are driving back to Bobby's house. I know I need to tell him before we get back. "Hey, Sam?" I ask.

"Yeah." He keeps his eyes focused on the road. I sigh before telling him.

"Sam, I have something to tell you, and you might not like it." He looks over at me, then pulls the car over to the side of the road. He shifts in his seat so he is facing me. "Sam, I'm not what you think I am. I'm an angel." I expect him to be mad or angry at me for hiding this, but he simply looks shocked.

"What?" He asks quietly as he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side.

"I'm so sorry I didn't say this to you before. I'm an angel, Sam."

"You thought I would be mad? You're an angel, that's not a bad thing, right? Aren't the angels good?"

"I'm good, I think. I haven't been around them in forever. Since I left Heaven, I have been hunting. You know, trying to stay low." Sam actually smiles a little. "What?" I ask, getting irritated with his random happiness.

"I've never met an angel before."

"Oh. Don't get too excited, Sam. They're not what you think." He lowers his eyebrows and the smile is wiped from his face. "We don't sit on your shoulder. We're soldiers. Well, THEY'RE soldiers. I don't consider myself one of them anymore." Same turns back to face the road and starts the ignition.

"Oh, god, when Dean hears this--"

"You can't tell him. Or Bobby."

"They're my family, Riley. I have to."

"They'll kill me!" Sam gives me an apologetic look. "I didn't come here to hurt anyone. I came here because I heard the angels talking about you."

"Me?" Sam asks, pointing to himself.

"No, Dean. I just came here because I was curious about you two." Sam nods.

"Okay. You can stay as long as you don't do anything stupid. PLEASE do not do anything stupid."

"Cross my heart, hope to die."