Alone (A Supernatural Fanfiction) [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 3: Owner of a Lonely Heart

Maggie ran her hand through her hair and chewed her nails. She had weakened an angel. No. She had knocked out an angel. Just by shaking his hand. She stood up and paced around the room.

She was in a guest room in the bunker. There wasn't much in the room itself, but it was spacious enough.

The door opened and Maggie rushed over to see who it was. It was Dean. He looked tired and stressed.

"How is he?" She asked.

"He will be fine, but you had quite the first impression on him. Knocked the guy out."
She could tell he was trying to make it sound better than it actually was, to soften the blow of what she had done, as to try and keep the storm that was building at bay. But she was immune to the side-stepping by now. She could tell the crap from the reality.

"Dean--" she said and sat on the bed "--I knocked out an angel. By shaking his hand. This isn't normal."

He sat down next to her and looked her in the eyes. "Nothing in this world is normal, Mags."
She smiled sheepishly at the nickname. "Yes. I know. But this is weird, even for you guys. Even for me. And I have lived in an asylum for years!"

"Doesn't mean your crazy."

She let out a cackle. "I'm insane! I might as well be the joker." Dean just looked at her with a stone-cold expression. Maggie reached over and cupped his chin in her hands and rubbed both thumbs on the outer ridges of his lips. "Why so serious?" She cocked her head to the side. "Let's put a smile on that face, mister pouty-pants."

Dean couldn't help but chuckle. He took her hands in his and looked her straight in the eye, green meeting blue. "I will figure out whatever it is happened to him. I will help you find out what happened to your parents. But we have bigger problems right now. Arch-angel sized problems."

The smile on Maggie's face froze and she removed her hands from his and stared at them. "What do you mean?" She busied herself with turning the ring on her thumb in circles. She did that when she was nervous.

"Well." Dean said and licked his lips. Maggie tensed. "We think that maybe, just maybe, you are part--angel."

Dean looked at her wary, as if she might blow him up. She laughed an all-out crazed freak show laugh, hysterical. "You've got to be kidding me." She stood up and walked to the door. "You seriously think I'm a freaking angel?"

"I said part-angel."

She threw her hands up, exasperated. "Like that makes it better."

"Actually." Dean stood up and took a step towards her. "That does make it better."

"Why? Cause then I'm only part-dick?"

Dean laughed. "If you look at it like that."

Maggie smiled. Not a real smile, but something she did when she didn't know what else to do or say. "Can I see him?" She decided.

"See who?"

"Castiel."

Dean looked down at his hands and took another step towards her. "I don't think that's a very good idea. He's still recovering from whatever it was you did to him. I don't want you two to even be in the same room until we figure out what it is you are. And what you're capable of."

"So what your saying is that I'm locked here? Trapped? For something I have no control over?"

"Your not trapped! Nobody is holding you captive in this room." Dean ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. "You just can't visit the angel, that's all. He's been through enough already. He needs rest."