She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Twelve - Bunker

"With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not."
~ Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants

"What are you?" Cas asked, his hand tightening around hers. She looked down at their hands, then back to his striking blue eyes. She glared at him. When he did not let go, she looked to the Winchesters for any semblance of help, but they only stood there in confusion.

She looked back up at Cas, "What do you mean what?"

"I think you know what I mean," he answered sternly.

"What is he talking about, Jane?" Dean asked.

"I..."

Her very existence had already gotten people killed. It may have only been two, but two lives were worth two million. If she told them who she truly was, where she came from, what would happen? Would the nature of her being there come back to end the Winchester brothers? She didn't want to take that chance, but she also was in no position to leave Castiel's question unanswered.

She looked down at his chest, studying the dark patterns of his faded navy blue tie, "If I tell you the truth, your lives will surely be in danger. I...I can't risk that."

"Why would our lives be in danger?" Sam asked, his voice soft.

"Because..." she couldn't bring herself to explain.

"Answer me. You have not known the Winchesters for very long, so you don't know the countless dangers that they have face, and survived...more or less."

"Jane," Dean stepped in, "you have nothing to worry about. Whatever it is, we can handle it." He made an attempt to smile, to assure her, but she met his smile with a reluctant gaze.

"What are you?" Castiel repeated, softening his tone this time. He lifted her chin gently with his free hand. When she met his eyes, they seemed to glow even more brilliantly, which sent an overwhelming wave of tranquility over her. She took a deep breath. 

"We're called...Baltan."

Castiel's eyes widened as he let go of her hand and stepped back.

"Baltan?" Sam asked, looking across the room at Dean, who shrugged in response.

"Yes," Jane answered, breaking her gaze with Cas.

"It means 'in his justice' in Enochian," Cas said, pulling up a chair, exhausted by his own surprise.

"Enochian? So does that make you...an angel?" Dean asked, thinking back to what happened in Chancellorville.

"No," she answered, making him look back at her, even more perplexed than before. The clicks of typing keys echoed through the bunker, and the two of them turned to see Sam already on his laptop.

"I can't find any immediate lore on the 'Baltan'," he reported, looking up from his computer.

"That's because there isn't any," Castiel interjected. "They were never mentioned in the Bible or anywhere else in ancient texts."

"And why is that?" Dean asked from his place in front of one of the book shelves, ceasing his search of possible Men of Letters info on the subject.

"Because," Jane answered with a sigh, "we were created to be a secret. We aren't supposed to be real. The only beings aware of our existence are angels and the 'Big Man' himself."

"So what, you're heaven's personal cheerleaders?" Dean said.

Jane crossed her arms, "Cute. But no. The Lord created us to be 'Guardians of The World'. We aren't supposed to be known because if we were, the entire human race would become dependent on us. Can you imagine the sort of chaos that might arise if the powers of the world realized that they weren't truly in control? That whatever happened was not them at all? Or if they had awakened a supernatural crisis without even knowing it, one able to destroy them; to know they are more helpless than they think? Than they could ever comprehend?! They would be clueless and lost. That's why we're here: to make sure that Fate keeps things on schedule and that there isn't any sort of supernatural interference. Everything goes according to plan. My family and the clans that have stemmed from it have been taking care of the world for centuries...or at least, they were," Jane hung her head.