Hell's Angel

Chapter 3--Why is This Happening To Me?

Dean's POV

The next week went by pretty much eventlessly. There was more explaining, more crying about parents...oh, and that dude...Mike. He left. He said that he would much rather stay at his friend's house. Well, he didn't say that, but...Anyways, point is, he left, and Emily stayed.

Oh, another thing that happened. I know this week was eventless, but I meant monster-wise. Now we are talking mental-wise and emotional-wise. Both things I hate to talk about and pretend I don't have. But man, that girl is actually getting me to like her. I don't think she's doing it on purpose, but now I feel kind of protective towards her. Like if an angel really did come, I would jump in front of her instead of in front of Sam. Not that she was better than Sammy, but I knew he could protect himself. But not this thirteen-yeard-old girl with no experience whatsoever.

I woke up to a gust of wind. I knew what it meant, but it still felt pretty weird to have wind inside.

"Hey, Castiel."

"Who is she?" he asked, ignoring my greeting.

"She's, um...she's staying with us for a while."

"Why? What happened?" He automatically knew this meant that something happened supernaturally to her. I guess he knew me well enough to know I don't keep people in my motels for nothing.

"Her parents were--" I cut myself off. If I said 'killed by angels' then he would get mad towards me and/or his family. But he could tell if I was lying, so... "They were killed by angels."

"Angels?" he repeated/asked.

"Yup. Their eyes?" I paused. "Burnt out of them."

"Definitely my family," he agreed.

"Yeah. Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I was going to tell you that there were a lot of angels nearby," he answered. He actually sounded human now. I felt kind of proud. "But you already know that."

I heard stirring then a scream. "Jeez, Emily!" I shushed her. "It's just a friend!"

She covered her mouth with her hands. Her face heated up to a bright red. "Sorry."

"This is Castiel. He's an angel."

"An angel?!" she exclaimed, scooting away a little.

I sighed exasperatedly. "He's a good angel. I promise." Why did I just promise? I never did that.

Then Sam woke up. "Oh. Hey, Cas," he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes then leaning back on his shands, sitting up.

He, yet again, ignored the greeting and stared at Emily. I had a weird sense to back her up with a "stop staring at her" or a nudge. But I held it back. Was I growing brotherly emotions towards her?

Castiel's eyebrows furrowed, still staring at her. He was looking into her eyes, but not just the dark-brown color they were. He was looking deeper, as if he knew her from somewhere and was trying to find a memory.

"You..." he said.

He hesitated before speaking. "What?" Her voice came out worried and a little higher than normal. "What is it?"

"You're..."

"I'm what?!" she proded the angel.

"You're...not human."

"Wait, what?" I said before anybody else could say anything. Of course she was human. The first day they came back with us, we tried all the demon, werewolf, and vampyre trials on them. Nothing happened except Emily yelping when the knife touched her.

I grabbed Cas's sleeve and pulled him into a different room. "Don't scare her like that," I warned him in a low whisper.

"I'm not lying," he said in a just as low, gravelly whisper.

It's called a joke, I thought to myself, but didn't say it out loud. Something else was on my mind. "Of course the girl's human. We tried everything on her from Holy water to silver...nothing."

"I can see it in her eyes. She's. Not. Human."

"Well, she's not a vampyre, werewolf, demon--"

"I know," Castiel interrupted. "But she's not human, either."

"Guys?" Emily called.

I gave Cas a look, mentally telling him to not say anything else, and walked back into the bedroom. "He was kidding. I'm making him talk like humans. He's not a good joker." I looked at him, making him go along with it.

"Uh, yeah," he said in an unconvincing voice. "You're totally not a monster."

If I could face-palm myself right now, I would. But then that would give it away.

"Everything's fine," I assured her. "And he was just leaving."

Getting the hint, he disappeared.

Emily stared at the empty space the angel once stood an with awe. "Whoa," she breathed.

"Just go back to sleep," I mumbled, heading for my own bed.

Emily's POV

Another week went by. It involved nothing but more of Castiel, food, and Dean's car obsession. I had a feeling he was actually starting to like me. Hey, he defended me when Cas joked that I wasn't human.

But for some reason I didn't believe that it was a joke. He said it unconvincingly that it was. He wasn't a good liar.

But if I wasn't human, then what was I?

After this week, Sam finally noticed my constant silence and my staring off into space. "What's wrong?"

I looked around the room, making sure neither Dean nor Castiel were in here. "I don't think I'm human."

"Em, Cas was joking. He's not good at it, but he was joking."

"I think Dean made him say that so I wouldn't firgure out," I told him. "I think they know what I really am."

"If they did, they would tell me," he pointed out. Did they ever keep anything from each other?

"Doesn't Dean ever lie to you?"

"Of course he does," Sam replied immediately. "All the time, actually."

"Then how do you know he isn't lying to us now?"

"I don't, but this isn't something he'd lie about. Trust me."

That's all I could do now. Trust him. Trust Dean. Trust Castiel. Maybe I'm using too much trust?

Then Dean walked into the room with some takeout from McDonalds. It included a cheeseburger for me, a hamburger for Sam, and a Big Mac and a pie for himself.

While we ate, I reached out towards the pie, wanting a slice. Sam grabbed my arm. "Don't," he warned me. "Dean loves his pie."

Smriking, I sat back against the couch, for I was eating on the floor. I got up and went to the bathroom. But once I got in there, I realized there was someone else in there, too, waiting for me. I couldn't even scream before he reached out and touched me. Then I wasn't even there anymore.