The Whispers of the Devil

Are You There God, It's Me, Isabelle Xander

"Well, then tell me what else it could be." Sam reasoned after Dean explained his and Isabelle's encounter with Castiel.

"Look, I know I was not groped by an angel," Dean argued.

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?"

"Because he lied to me before," Isabelle muttered under her breath.

Dean nodded towards Isabelle "Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie,"

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps...and Ruby's knife?! Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!"

"Them," Isabelle corrected. "Castiel may be in the form of a male at the moment, but angels can encompass any person so long as they're willing,"

Sam nodded toward Isabelle.

"Who's side are you on?!" Dean argued.

"There are no sides!" Isabelle shrugged. "Castiel is a dick, yes. But Castiel is still an angel, no matter how hard you try to come up with a reason to show that they're not,"

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one...at some point...ever?!"

"Yeah. We just did, Dean,"

"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me,"

Isabelle rolled her eyes and looked to Sam for help.

"Dean, we have a theory," Sam said.

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please,"

"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we..."

"Okay, okay...that's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking angel of the lord because it says so!"

Isabelle held her hands over her ears, Dean's yelling was doing nothing for the voices that were rippling through her head.

"You three chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion," Bobby spoke up "or do you want to come take a look at this?"

The boys shrugged as they walked into Bobby's office, Isabelle following behind once the noise had calmed down.

"I got stacks of lore...biblical, pre-biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit,"

Dean rubbed the shoulder that Castiel had touched. "What else?"

"What else, what?"

"What else could do it?"

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing,"

Sam smirked. "Dean, this is good news,"

"How?" Dean demanded.

"Because, for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

"I wouldn't say that he's good," Isabelle shrugged bitterly.

"Okay. Say it's true." Dean sighed "Say there are angels. Then what? There's a god?"

"At this point," Bobby said, "Vegas money's on, yeah,"

Dean shook his head. "I don't know, guys,"

"Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof," Sam argued.

"Proof?"

"Yes,"

"Proof that there's a god out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it,"

"Why not?"

"Because why me?" Isabelle spoke up "Because why is it Dean and I? Because if there is a god out there, why would he give a crap about him and make me seem insane?"

"Izzy..."

"He's not wrong Sam. At least you just get a handprint imprinted on your skin...me I have voices that never shut up! And according to Castiel, it's all because of God's great plan...but the one thing he never explained was why did I deserve this?"

Isabelle realized once the voices had stopped that the room had gotten silent, and all the men in the room were staring at her. "I...I need some air," she hurried outside. Isabelle took a staggering breath as she looked up at the sky; she had a pounding headache from the confusion of voices, some telling her to stay, others telling her to run. Isabelle was startled from her moment of peace as a hand landed on her shoulder.

Sam took a step back and held his hands up "Woah. Didn't mean to startle you, Dean's having me go on a food run. You can come with or tell me if there's anything in particular you want?"

Isabelle looked back at Bobby's house, feeling and hearing the voices that surrounded the property. "If it's alright, I'd like to come along,"

Sam nodded. "Come on,"