Falling From Heaven

Chapter 3

When I woke up, surprisingly, it was to the sound of people murmuring. Where was I? I started to panic until I hear a voice I recognized. It was Dean asking Sam if I was okay and if I had woken up yet. But, it wasn't Sam who answered. It was a different person. He had a deep, gruff voice. Was he the guy that saved me? I sat up quickly, gasping, realizing why I was here in the first place; the demon, the light, my injuries...I felt a had grasp my shoulder pushing me down slowly. It was Dean.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey there," He said with that cocky smile of his. God, I missed that smile. This was how our conversations started. Always awkwardly but ending up hilarious. "You doing okay?"

I swatted his hand away from my shoulder quickly lifting my shirt up looking at the wound. That wasn't there. I pushed Dean off of me and ran to the bathroom taking the sweats I was wearing off, not bothering whose they were. The wound was gone. No burns anywhere on my body. None. It was like I was a completely new person. All healed up. I looked for the deep scar that got when I was eleven and Dean and I were climbing fences around my neighborhood. It wasn't there. I was freaking out. After I had pulled my pants up, I surpressed a scream and literally stomped out of the bathroom. I may have acted like a little kid but I wanted to know what happened to my wounds and that I wasn't going crazy. Hey, it was my body.

"What the fuck happened happened to me?" I yelled. The two men stared at me. Dean just slightly turned his head to look at the trench coat man standing next to him. I advanced on him. "What did you do to me? How is that even possible."

He replied in the gruff voice I had heard earlier. "I simply healed your wounds because you were in pain. I am an Angel of The Lord."

i stumbled over my words, in shock. Was he forreal? Was he the guy? God has actually been listening to me all of these years? "So, you're the one that God sent?'

"Actually, I'm the one that heard your prayer." Dean looked at me like I was crazy. So, I guess God hadn't been listening. Go figure. I still had my faith, though. But, Dean should know that I am a believer in God. "God had already sent me to protect the Winnchesters, so anything that has to do with them in a prayer, I am involved immediately."

I nodded my head trying to process what was happening. I was in the same room...as a fucking angel. Oh my God. Holy shit cakes. "I don't understand that reference," he said. He just read my thoughts.

"Um, look, since you're an angel and all you probably don't understand a lot of human things. I get that, okay? But, I would really prefer that you don't read my thoughts please. Or anyone else's for that matter. It's kind of rude and an invasion of privacy." I said. I really wasn't comfortable with someone reading my thoughts. That is my private place and should not be invaded. I kept things hidden that I didn't want people to know. Some of the things in there I didn't even want to know.

"Understood. I won't invade again."

"Thank you." I turned to Dean. "So, what are we doing today?"

"Well, Sam is about to go on a breakfast run and after that we are gonna head out and look for a case. That is, if you're willing to come with us again."

I smiled. "Of course I'll come with you guys. I've missed you. I just need to go back to my place to get some clothes and supplies." In all honesty, I had missed my time with the Winchesters. They were family, no matter the mistakes that had been made.

"Cas could take you," I looked to "Cas" who seemed okay with it. 

"Okay. You wanna get going? When should we be back?"

"Around noon, so...about 2 hours?" He somehow knew I had some other things to take care of. "You can meet us in the car."

"What do you mean by that?"