The Body Snatcher

Marie The "Angel"

"Yes, Marie. Who is she?" Deans asked, spitting the words out as he circled the demon, fists and holy water at his sides.

"Marie the 'angel'?" The demon said with air quotes.

"Yes." Cas said uncertainly, the demon noticing and smirking.

"She's not an angel, but she ain't no demon."

"Then What is she?" Sam asked.

"Hold your tits, I'm thinking. Uh, I don't know what she is, but I know where. You can ask her yourself."

"Where?" Cas asked.

"I was getting there. She's not too far, she usually takes detours when looking for her next body. She's hiding out in the warehouse you used two nights ago. She's looking for you."  

"Why are you telling us?" Dean asked.

"She took my daughter's body, and killed her. I died and went to hell for...reasons...hoping to find her. Turns out she ain't a demon, so now I'm stuck like this."

"No sympathy for the demons," Dean mind-willed Sam, who used his powers to send the demon back to hell. However much dean hated it, he learned Sam needed to do it. "Let's go." Dean yelled from the door, the two fallowing. 

~

Dean walked silently to the door, gun in hand. He kicked the door open to an empty room. There was a trail of blood coming from the door, that lead to a devil's trap in the center of the place. They did that. Dean smirked as he remembered their kill. He stepped in, Sam and Cas fallowing closely behind. "Marie!" Dean yelled. "Ya here?" There was rustling on one of the shelves and a loud bang.

"Damn it!' A young lades' voice sounded.

"Hello?" Dean asked again, looking back to Sam who shrugged. Dean turned around and the girl whom Sam had described was standing right in the center of the devils' trap, reading a book. She didn't look very much like a thirteen year old, though, maybe in her early twenties.

"Hello boys. I see you've brought you've brought your boyfriend, Dean. What a nice first date. I'm Sahara Grace Milligan, but your supposed to call me Marie. Well, you only call me Marie, understood?" She stood straight, military-practice in her solid features and position. Sam felt smaller and wished he could laugh about it.

"Yeah, sure. What are you?" Dean said distastefully, holding the gun tighter.

"I'm a Body Snatcher," Cas' back stiffened with fright. "Well, that's what the kids call me."

"Kids?" Asked Sam, confused beyond belief.

"Demons and angels. Your friend was lying, saving glitter-wings from peeing himself. Don't worry, Castiel, I don't bite. I'm on the side of the angels, and you know it." Cas walked forward, standing next to Dean.

"You're just a story." He said breathlessly.

"Really? I feel real." She stepped from the devil's trap. So she's not a demon, thought dean. She walked up to the three, stroking Dean's silver gun. "Not that either." She smirked, walking to Sam. "I'm a bit parched, darling. Do you happen to have any holy water?" Sam huffed, pulling out a flask and handing it to her. She drank a few sips, handing it back with a smile. "Salty. That's quite an inconvenient flask of water. I thought the point of liquids was not to make me more thirsty." She winked, unzipping and removing her hoodie and revealing a dark blue tank with small, white hearts all over. She wore soft, red pants and black flats. Her short, curly hair was pulled to rest on her left shoulder. "It is so hot this spring."

"Enough, why are you possessing people? Saying you're an angel?" Dean asked sternly.

"Watch your tone, pal. I'm not all rainbows and butterflies."