Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Twenty-Five

"Here to help, I hope." I said, raising my knife a little.

"We've had some really demon issues, lately."

"Well, I can see that. You want to explain why you have that stain in the room?" Uriel said looking at Ruby. I smiled at that. Yeah, I don't like her either, dude.

"We're here for Anna." Cas spoke up.

"Here for her like... Here for her?" Dean asked. What?

"Stop talking. Give here to us." Uriel ordered. Okay, back off.

"Are you gonna help her?" Sam asked.

"No, she has to die." Cas said emotionlessly.

Great. Now the arguing starts. I was right. Things were said about angels being heartless, to which they agreed. They said no one could stop them, and pushed Ruby into a wall. Sam asked Cas to stop, and I watched as he touched his forehead and Sam collapsed. He gave me a warning look and started walking toward me. "Woah." I put my knife back into its sheath, "We're cool." I put my hands up in defense and started backing up as he got closer. Dean was getting messed up by Uriel. It's getting hairy. "You don't gotta do this."

A bright light engulfed the room and the Angels disappeared. "The hell?" I asked. Dean has the same concerns. He helps Ruby up, and she scampered over to Sam, who was waking up. Dean left to check on Anna. I followed and saw her coated in her own blood, sigils on a mirror. She said she didn't know how she knew them, but she had sent the Angels away.

We decided the best place for her right now was Bobby's place, so we drove all night. I sat by Ruby and Anna the entire time. I wasn't really comfortable with either. Ruby, obviously, was a demon. And Anna held secrets and some serious magic, even if she didn't know what yet. Also it meant I could just lay down and sleep like I wanted to. With my head and back aching, it's just one thing I could use right now, aside from a hot shower and a change of clothes. It was a long night, to say the least.

Once there, the guys took the high road with only a short nap and went back to studying what the situation could call for. I took only a few more hours of sleep before I went back to work. We put Anna in Bobby's panic room (Bobby was off working a case, probably, somewhere). Ruby gave us some hex bags that, supposedly, hide someone from anyone. Sounds shade, to me. Whatever. We all took one. Anna hadn't heard anything new, or anything at all really, from angel radio. Sam called me and Dean back up to the house. He said he'd safely recovered the impala and figured out that Anna's first break down happened when she was two and a half. She wouldn't go near her dad and raved about how her real dad was angry and wanted to kill her. But she went to therapy and grew up normal, until now.

So in come the Calvary. We called Pamela, the physic. She used her mojo on Anna, and Anna screamed and broke some lights, with her mind it seemed. She threw Dean across the room when he tried to calm her down. She wouldn't say who her real dad was, only that he was gonna kill her. Pamela snapped her out of it and she sat up, "Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now." She said.

"Remember what?" Sam asked.

"Who I am."

"I'll bite. Who are you?" Dean asked, dusting himself off.

"I'm an angel." Great. Another one. Not to offend, but all the other ones we know are pretty dickish.

We moved up to the library, and she explained that she ripped out her "grace" in order to become human. She also mentioned that she knew Cas and Uriel, and that they worked under her at one point. She said that in order to avoid both heaven and hell, she needed to get her grace back, if she an find it. She said that she was falling, literally, out of heaven pretty quickly and wasn't particularly watching where it went.

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We took the day in paces, and night had fallen. Each of us came to the library to help look for where Anna's grace could be, when we had nothing better to do. And finally, I broke and went to help. Sam was I there and I knew it, but we needed to be around each other if we were gonna work this out. I don't think I want to be in a relationship with him anymore, but I'll see about a break. I might get passed thing.

Then the other half of my spoke up. Maybe you should break it off now. It would be less painless in the long run. It doesn't seem like you want to make up.

Yeah, but I gotta try. Not that you could really understand. You've always pushed me away from a working partnership.

Yeah, but have I ever lied?

...No.

Then maybe you should take a hint.

Whatever, shut up. I knocked on the door way between the kitchen and the library. Sam looked up at me, acknowledging my presence, "Need some help?"

"Not really. But thanks." He offered a weak smile.

"Then, do you have a minute for me to waste?" I entered the room, standing about three feet from the desk.

"Yeah." He set down a book and pushed his laptop back, giving me his attention.

"I ah... I wanted to talk to you about-"

He interrupted me. Rude. "About breaking up."

"I was thinking more of a break." I looked down and my hands and fiddled with my fingers awkwardly, "But you said it."

"Kaylee." He stood up. I looked at him. He looked upset, but more a mix of relief and sleeplessness. "I hear you. And I think this is the way forward for us. I mean, we weren't really healthy, were we?"

"No, not really." These sort of things made me really uncomfortable, because I didn't know how to process others emotions, and gauge mine so that they understood. I'm kinda an emotionless shell. My eyes wondered, looking for something to look at that wasn't Sam.

"So, no hard feelings?" He asked, moving into my field of view to a lovely vase on the shelf.

"None. Thanks for understanding, Sam." I nodded, trying to look for something in him that may suggest he was angry, but found none.

"Sure." He said. I nodded again and left the room, heading outside and finding a chair to watch the stars.