She's An Angel... Literally| A Genderbent Castiel Supernatural AU

Chapter 1: Angel Of The Lord

Bobby and Dean were sitting in his car. Not the Impala. Bobby's car. Boy did Dean miss his baby. He was going to fix her up as soon as he got back.

"How you doin', kid?" Bobby kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing over at the newly alive boy.

Sarcastically, as always, Dean replied, "aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy."

Dean, being no longer occupied with Bobby's attempt at conversation, pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Sam. In the Impala, staking out the diner full of demons. His cell phone rang, so he reached to the seat next to him and answered it.

"Hey"

"What are you doing?" Dean sounded overly suspicious, even though he hadn't intended to.

"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger."

"In my car?!"

"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?"

"Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer."

Bobby gave Dean a look of shock, with which Dean replied with a finger, shutting him up.

"All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?" Sam sounded distracted, as if looking onto some other subject.

"Done. Catch you later." Dean hung up and put his phone back in his pocket.

"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby continued to drive, but sounded mad.

"Because he just tried to stop us." Dean sounded unappalled by the question.

"From what?" Bobby shrugged the anger off his face, as best as possible.

"Summoning this thing." Dean started to continue, but not before receiving a look of shock from Bobby. "It's time we faced it head-on."

"You can't be serious!"

"As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby." Dean smirked, ready to fight something.

"Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything," Bobby tried to reason.

"That's why we've got to be ready for anything." Dean just wasn't having it. He pulled out Ruby's magic knife, giving it a sort of loving look. "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk-"

"This is a bad idea." Bobby tried and tried to discourage Dean.

"Yeah, I couldn't agree more," Dean started, "but what other choice do we have?"

"We could choose life." He stated bluntly.

"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand." Dean was trying to reason with Bobby, just as Bobby was trying to reason with Dean.

"Dean, we could use Sam on this." Bobby suggested.

"Nah, he's better off where he is." Dean knew what getting Sam into this would do. He didn't want that.
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Sam snuck into the darkened diner and slipped his lock-picking tools into his shirt pocket. A song, Carry On Wayward Son, played on the jukebox.

Sam snuck in quietly, seeing the cook from earlier face-down on the floor, his hands bloody.

Sam crouched and turned the man over. A sense of anger crossed Sam. He was dead, his eyes burned out and drying blood caked his cheeks.