The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Two

The One In Which Dean Hates Angels

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Dean was glaring at me impatiently, whilst Sam leaned against the door frame, attempting to look at ease but I knew his fingers were wrapped around the blade tucked in the waistband of his jeans.

"C'mon, I don't wanna be here all friggin' night." Dean huffed.

I sighed and weighed my options. I could tell them the truth but the consequences of that could be disastrous. My best option was definitely to lie.

"A hunter," I responded.

Sam shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed, "Carmen, please."

I bit my lip and glanced at the door, I could run. But I had been tracking these boys for years, running from them now might mean I never find them again.

With a heavy sigh, I replied, "I'm a warrior of the Lord,"

Dean scoffed, "another friggin angel"

"No, not an Angel. A warrior" I corrected, glaring at him as I spoke.

"What's the difference?"

"Angels and warriors are not at all alike," I responded, he was trying my patience but I was determined not to lose them.

Dean licked his lips, "Well, enlighten me."

I glanced at Sam, his posture was stiffer and his eyes were glued to me, "A warrior is made to protect angels when they come to Earth."

I nodded at him, "but I wasn't."

Dean's head snapped back toward me, raising his eyebrows.

"I was made to protect the two vessels in the prophesied battle."

Sam's gaze dropped to the floor. "Vessels?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Lucifer's and Michael's vessels."

"Who are they?"

I inhaled sharply, "you don't know?"

"I do," Sam admitted, clearing his throat.

"Can someone explain?" Dean demanded, raising his voice.

Sam nodded and hesitated for a second before heaving in a deep breath and explaining, "I'm Lucifer's vessel."

I heard a sharp intake of breath as Dean turned away, balling his hands into fist and slaming his palm into the wall. 

"Goddammit!" He yelled.

I waited for him to calm down, before adding "And you're Michael's."

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The car was silent, save for Dean's heavy breathing. Sam's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror before he hurriedly looked away.

"So, what makes you so special?" Dean asked, glancing at me before turning his focus back to the road.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice laced with worry. I knew that I was supposed to trust the brothers but being unarmed in the back of their car had unnerved me.

"I mean, what can you do?" He clarified.

"Uh, I can speak Spanish," I replied glancing out the window, "Not very well, though."

He shook his head, "No, I mean, what makes you different to a human?"

"Oh, well I've got a little angel blood in me, which means I can create ties with whomever I'm supposed to protect."

"Ties?" Sam questioned, meeting my eyes again in the mirror.

"Well, if I have a tie with somebody, it means that when they're hurt I'm summoned to them. To protect them."

"Hate to break it to ya, shorty, but I don't think your ties are working," Dean said, gruffly.

"That's because I haven't made them yet," I replied curtly. "I thought you might want to consent before I did. Just in case you didn't fancy always having someone to save your ass."

Sam smiled, "No offense, but I just want to check that you're not lying before I agree to anything like that."

I nodded and resumed staring aimlessly out the window.

The fear was smaller now, less like a horse stamping on my ribs more like butterflies in my chest. It'd been replaced with relief, I'd finally found them, after three years of persistent tracking, here I was sitting in the backseat of their car.

I was startled out of my reverie by a fluttering sound beside me and when I turned to look at the source I saw a tired looking man wearing a trench coat.

"What the fu-"

"I heard that you had met Carmen, I came to check," he said, cutting me off.

"Yeah, Cass, we met her," Dean replied.

"So, she's telling the truth?" Sam asked his eye's meeting Cass'.

"Yes, she was created to protect -," he began but I cut him off, widening my eyes, he glanced at me suspiciously but turned his eyes back to the brothers in the front of the car. "Although we were beginning to worry that she wouldn't be able to track you."

"Hey! I'm an above average tracker," I replied, glaring at him.

"Mediocre at best," he said, clearly bored.

Dean chuckled, "Hey Cass, when --" he began but was cut off the fluttering of wings.

And then Cass was gone.

Dean sighed exasperated, and hit the steering wheel, "friggin' Angels"

I raised my eyebrows, "Uh? Who was that?" I asked.

Dean exhaled heavily, as he turned into a scrap yard. "Castiel, he's an Angel."

I nodded, slowly attempting to take in my surroundings. We were in an old salvage yard according to the sign at the front of the property and old broken down cars littered the area.

Soon a house came into view, it was old and run down, the wooden paneling looked like it was hanging on by the skin of its teeth.

Albeit, it was probably better than most of the motels I stayed in.

Dean stopped the car and pulled out the keys, the quiet hum of the motor stopped and silence engulfed us.

Sam straightened and pushed open his door, I followed suit and walked with the boys up to the door of the house.

Dean pounded on the door, "Bobby! You home?" he yelled.

"Yeah, 'course I'm home, idjit." A gruff voice called back.

A man unbolted the door and opened his mouth to say something but stopped when his eyes landed on me.

"Who's the dwarf?" he asked, his voice laced with sleep.

I straightened myself in a feeble attempt to look taller, "I'm not a dwarf, it's Sam, he's so tall he makes me look short."

The man shook his head, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

He opened the door further and gestured for us to enter.

"Bobby," he stated, extending his hand once we had walked into his living area, which was littered with books.

"Carmen," I replied, shaking it, "I'm a warrior -"

"Of the Lord," the brothers cut me off, mockingly.