The fifth Angel

2. Oh God

I was sitting on a couch, relaxing and reading a book, as Gabriel entered. "Sophia. I found something interesting." He said smiling. I looked up from my book, annoyed. Gabriel sat down next to me and tapped me on the nose. "And what, do tell, is that?" I asked with a sigh. Gabriel was excited about something, and that's never a good thing. "The Winchesters." He just said. Great. "No. Gabriel. They think you're dead. They let me go." I pointed out. "I know. That's why it's even better. They will never suspect me." He said cheekily. I rolled my eyes and glanced back at my book. "You want to go? Go. Have fun." I said, without looking up. "Come on, little sister. I know you want to. You want to see Dean again." I closed my book and glared at him. "I said go. Come back when you're finished. Don't tell me how it was." I snapped and left for a walk. In another town. Maybe another state. I didn't exactly know where I was. "Sophia..." I heard someone say. Suddenly I sat on a couch. I looked up to see- "Hello Sophia." Daddy dearest said smiling, whilst tipping on the computer. "Is there any specific reason I'm here? Because I'm busy." I snapped lightly. I mean, no offense, I love my father. Love him. But after he left us- I actually didn't want to see him again if he wouldn't return. But here and now he shifts me into his living room, asking me how Gabriel and I were and what we're doing. He also asks me about his books, Supernatural. And every time I'm back to where I originally came from, I forget who and where he is on earth. I just know I talked with him. "You're not doing anything right now." He just stated, not looking up from his computer. "You know what? I'm done. I'm sick of you teleporting me here and asking me about your stupid book or how we are. You would know if you'd still be with us. You should be with us! But what are you doing? Writing stupid books no one reads anyway!" I shouted at the end, standing up from the couch. I saw him glancing at me slightly as I walked out of the door. I didn't get outside. I was now on the top of the stairs of his house. "What the-" I went upstairs to find myself in front of the door again. I looked at my father to see him typing calmly. "What are you doing?" I asked questionably. "I want you to listen to my story." He replied calmy. "Well I don't want to." I snapped. "Sophia. Sit down." He said and pushed me to the couch with an invisible force. "Yeah. Free will my ass." I muttered.

~Sam woke up to a song playing. Heat of the Moment, by Asia. "Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean shouted over the song. He was sitting on the other bed, tying his shoes. "Dude. Asia?" Sam asked, chuckling. "Come on. You love this song and you know it." Dean told him. "Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself." Sam commented as Dean turned up the volume. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." Dean started dancing along to the song. Sam shook his head in amusement.

"Whenever you're ready, Dean." Sam said as Dean was walking around the room. He pulled out a black bra. "This yours?" He asked Sam, who glared at him. Dean laughed, rummaged the bag some more, and pulled out a gun. "Bingo." Dean went past Sam to the door. "Now who's ready for some breakfast?" He asked on the way out. Sam only rolled his eyes at him.

The door chimed as they entered the diner. The waitress gave a man some change. "Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." "Yeah, yeah." "Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." "Coffee." The brothers then found a table. Dean looked up and smiled. "Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." "You even know what that is?" Sam asked. A waitress came their way. "You guys ready?" "Yes. The special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean answered. "Make it two coffees and a short stack." Sam added. "You got it." The waitress said and left. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bella." Dean complained. "Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?" Sam asked us sarcastically. "Shut up." Dean said. "Look. Believe me, I want to find her as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this." Sam pulled out some papers. "All right, so this professor." Dean said, looking at the newspaper. It read: 'MISSING - DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA'. "Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished." Sam started. "Last known location?" Dean asked. "His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." Sam answered. Dean turned over a flyer. The front had a large question mark and the words 'Broward County Mystery Spot'. "Where the laws of physics have no meaning." Dean read aloud, which made Sam shrug. The waitress arrived with a tray with two coffees and a bottle of hot sauce. "Two coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the-" She gasped as the hot sauce fell off the tray and smashed on the floor. "Crap! Sorry." She apologised and turned to the back. "Cleanup!"