Hell's Angel

Chapter 4--The Story of My Life

Dean's POV

I continued watching my TV; it was one of those times where I had the free time to spare. But after about an hour I realized someone wasn't here. "Dude, where's Emily?"

Sam frowned, not realizing, either. "Don't know. Said she needed to use the restroom."

Dean frowned as well, getting a feeling. A very, very bad feeling that I knew was correct. "I'm going to go check on her."

"You actually like her, don't you?"

I guarded my face. not letting him see the real answer. I knew what he meant by 'like.' He meant like family. "Shut up."

I walked over to the bathroom door. Just when I was about to barge in, I realized that Emily wasn't in my family, and she was a girl. I knocked loudly on the door. "Emily? Emily! You okay in there?"

No answer. No feet scuffling, no breathing, just that weird silent noise you get when your listening to an empty room. I swung open the door, knowing I wouldn't hit anything. Or anybody.

Because Emily wasn't there.

Emily's POV

"Who are you?" I demanded, holding a stick that I found on the grassy ground in front of me to keep distance. I seemed to have landed in a warmer place. The grass was green, and so were the trees. But there was nothing to see for miles. I could look out there, but all I would be seeing are rolling hills of grass. It was like glancing across the Pacific Ocean and trying to find the other side.

"You don't need to know that," he replied.

I actually kinda do, I thought to myself. "Why am I here?" He didn't say anything. "Talk!"

He reached out and put a hand to my head. He cocked his head like a confused puppy. "You really don't know do you?"

"Know what?" I demanded. "Tell me!"

He stepped away from me, seeing me pull my stick back out. "You've gotta figure it out yourself, child," he said. My hand brushed against my back pocket while trying to tug my shirt down, and I felt a bulge. Of course. The idiot forgot about my phone.

I discretely clicked a button on my phone and turns my GPS on, so the guys could find me. Then a thought hit me: we're so far away I doubt they'd get here in time.

"What do I not know?" I questioned, the stick separating us now.

"You've never felt different? A little...inhuman?" he asked.

Then it all pieced together. Like everything that has happened since Sam and Dean came into my life just clicked together. "I'm really not human, am I?"

He cocked his head again. "Now who told you that?"

"Castiel," I blurted out. I kept myself from covering my mouth with my hands. I had no idea why I gave the nice angel away. He was the only good one, and I meant him no harm. It was like this guy could control me.

"Ah, Castiel. I should've seen this coming."

Then another piece clicked. I narrowed my eyes at him, hiding my fear with anger. "You're an angel."

He looked at me with a shadow of a smile. "Clever."

I was about to say something when my phone buzzed from my back pocket rather loudly. The unnamed angel heard and took it out, looking at the screen. He slid his finger across the screen and held it out in front of us. Then he clicked the speaker button.

"Emily?" A worried voice came through the line. It was Dean's. "Emily?!"

"D--" I stated, but the angel out his hand over my mouth. From under I could still speak, but I doubt he would hear. "Dean! DEAN!"

But he did hear. Sort of. "Emily, where are you?"

The angel squeezed my mouth tighter. "G..." I got out. "P...S!" I gasped.

xBut the angel ignored me. "You will come to me with the angel you call Castiel. You will bring him to me unarmed. You, too will be unarmed. You got me?"

"What? Who is this?" Dean demanded from the other line.

"Just come!" the angel yelled into the phone then clicked 'end'.

"What are you going to do to him?" I demanded.

"Nothing you need to know about," he said, reaching out for my forehead like before.

I stepped back, not wanting to having anything more to do with him. But he insisted, touching my hand with his two main fingers.

Then we were somewhere else. Again.