Hell's Angel

Chapter 6--Soul Seeker

Dean's POV

The next couple of days went by quickly. Once we got home that one day, she was out, making me fall asleep as well. But that was about three days ago. We didn't have anything happening now, but something had me feeling like someone's planning something.

Castiel came by a couple times a day to check on her, to make sure nobody else got to her. And each time she was there.

It was the same schedule: Seven o'clock in the morning, noon, then seven at night. Until he came at five-thirty in the afternoon asking for something else completely.

"I need to look at her soul."

I paused, thinking of what to say. "Cas," I started, pausing again. "That almost killed Sam. Sam. She's an eighth-grader. Thirteen years old. It'll kill her."

"I'll be careful."

"Man, it hurts."

"I know," the angel agreed. "But this needs to be done. Please step aside."

I did as he said, shutting the door behind us. Sam was out getting us food, so I hope he doesn't get home to see what's about to happen.

We walked to the middle of the room, then stopped. Emily saw us. "Hey, guys." Then she saw the look on my face. "What's wrong?"

"I need to look at your soul," Cas said.

Emily's POV

"So basically, your gonna shove your hand into my stomach and feel my soul?" I summed it up.

"Yes."

I looked over at Dean. "S'no other choice."

I then agreed. They had me sit down in a chair, and Dean convinced the angel that he didn't need to tie me up to keep still. I've had enough rope burns to deal with already.

Dean put a belt in my mouth. "Wa's this for?" I asked, muffled by the belt.

"It's for you to bite on when it hurts."

I laughed. "So now I'm a dog?"

But he didn't laugh back. Obviously, this has happened to him before. Then, considering it's happened to him, it's probably happened to Sam, too.

And it seemed like it hurt.

Dean kneeled down next to me, taking a hold of my hand. I looked at him, surprised. "Squeeze if it hurts." So...he actually liked me now? Am I conisdered family now?

I'm still stuck at the part where he likes me.

But now was not a good time to think about it. I saw Castiel look at me questioningly. I nodded, telling him I was ready. He bent down, his hand reaching out for my stomach. Then, he shoved it inside of me. I yelped, biting on the belt and squeezing Dean's hand as tight as I could. I didn't even leave him any room to squeeze back.

I bit through the belt, making it so I had nothing else to bite on. It slid out of my mouth, giving me nothing to do but to scream. I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as they could go, but it wasn't enough. Neither was holding on to Dean's hand. Nothing helped the pain.

Cas's hand went through my stomach, going straight for my heart. I felt his hand grasp my heart. The white-hot pain exploded again. Tears that I couldn't control flowed from my eyes and down my face.

Cas released my heart and pulled his hand out, standing before me. He looked at Dean and stepped back.

I gasped, feeling the pain go away. But what didn't go away were the tears. I fell forward, being caught by Dean. I held onto him just as hard as he held onto me. I cried into his plaid shirt, soaking his collar. He whispered things like, "It's okay" and "It's all over" into my ear. Each comment calmed me down a little more.

"Dean," Castiel said urgently.

"Not now," replied Dean. "Go in the other room and I'll be right there."

The angel left.

After a while Dean turned me over and looked me in the eyes. "You okay?"

I nodded, but more tears sprung to my eyes from the movement. Even if I breathed or blinked, it was like I broke several bones. Over and over and over again.

He hugged me again, his chin resting on my head. "I know. It hurts."

I nodded into his shirt, but stopped crying. He pulled away and stood up, leaving me on the ground. "I need to talk to Cas."

I nodded, watching him leave. I wiped the tears off of my face with my sleeve. I stood up, following Dean silently. He shut the door behind him, leaving me out. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to hear this.

Which means, I totally have to listen in.

I cracked the door open, making sure nobody noticed before I opened it a little more.

"What's up?" Dean asked.

"Emily's soul...it's not right," Cas said.

"What--what do you mean?" Dean asked worriedly. I could tell that one sentence put him on edge. And one that he never goes to, either.

"She's not human, Dean."

"Well, then what is she?" he demanded.

"She's...an angel."

He hesitated. "Emily's...an angel?"

"Yeah," Castiel said. I finally got a better look at him. His brow was knit in confusion. "But I've never seen her before. I thought I'd seen all of them."

"Maybe you missed one?" Dean tried.

"No," Cas said. "She's not possessed."

"Then..." Dean trailed off. I didn't know whether it was because he was afraid to say it or if he didn't know what it meant, but he didn't finish.

Cas did instead. "Emily is the newest angel for thousands of years."

"How...?" Dean seemed really confused trying to put this together. I had never seen him so flabbergasted by something.

"Two angels are all it takes."

He sighed. "Are we going to tell her?"

"I already know."