Hunted

Shifters

Cas turned back to Sam and Dean. He stared at the brothers. Dean had a disgusted look on his face.

"Uh, I have to go!" Cas looked back at me nervously and zapped away. I started blushing. Dean smirked at me and winked. Sam was shocked. He looked like a giant puppy that was waiting for a treat.

"Load up the car," Dean said, "I found us a job in the area."

"You found us a job," Sam replied, pushing the thought of me and Cas aside.

"Well, I just thought hunting would be better then sitting around here all day," Dean grabbed his jacket and left. Sam followed. I jumped up and ran to the door. "What am I supposed to do? Just sit on the couch all day?"

"Well you can't come with us," Dean replied, "Sammy why don't you stay here with her?"

"Dean, I think you should stay," Sam replied, "you could use a break, and I got dibs on the hunt" Dean rolled his eyes and came back inside. He sat down in a chair at the table and opened another beer. I sat on the couch. Sam would at least talk to me but I had to be stuck with Dean.

"Do you want to do something?" I asked him. I was bored out of my mind.

"Like what?" He replied.

"I don't know, baseball?" There wasn't much to do around here but what kind of house doesn't have a baseball? I knew for a fact that this one did because I saw it when I was looking through the books.

"Sure, I think there are some gloves around here somewhere." We found the gloves after about 15 minutes. We went outside and started throwing the ball. We were silent for about ten minutes and then Dean dropped the glove and ball. He started walking away and gestured for me to follow. I dropped the glove and ran to catch up.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I figured you'll probably be here for a while so you might as well learn to shoot." We came up to an old, wooden target that was chipped away and had holes in it. Dean handed me a gun positioned me and stepped back. I shot the gun, and as soon as it went off I fell down. I had a splitting headache and I heard a loud, high-pitched ringing in my ears. Dean ran up to me and picked me up. I got to where I could stand but when Dean let go I fell again. He pulled out his phone and started pressing buttons. He put the phone to his ear, leaned down and started talking.

"Sammy! Get here quick!" He paused, "I don't know she just fell down and, uh, hold on Sammy." His voice was muffled from the ringing but I could still understand him, "Sammy! Where are you?" He picked me up and carried me to the house. Or what I could only assume was the house. The ringing stopped and I fell asleep on the couch. My face had blood all over it. When I woke up Sam was standing over me. He walked to Dean.

"She's up," he said. Dean walked over to check in on me.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked

"Yeah I'm fine," I replied. But I wasn't fine. My ears were bleeding, I was bruised from the fall, and I just went through the worst experience in my life.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"The gun went off and I started hearing a loud ringing noise in my ears, then I heard voices," I told him.

"Voices? What kind of voices?"

"I don't know. They were saying stuff about grace." I replied. Sam looked at Dean. Dean wiped his hand over his face and closed his eyes.

"Cas, I pray that you get down here ASAP and tell us what the hell is going on," Cas zapped in, "Why is AJ hearing voices? She says they're talking about grace?"

"Well, I guess it's time I told you," he said with puppy dog eyes, "Aiyana is a fallen angel. I brought her here so we could find her grace. We need to find it before the demons do." I was flushed with memories, the fall, the rebel, it was all coming back to me. I remembered where my grace was.

It was far from here. Somewhere in Texas. At the moment I couldn't remember the exact place but I remember dogs smelling and licking me when I woke up. That's probably the reason why I love dogs so much now. But, why did Cas wait until now to tell us about my grace. He could have told us a long time ago and I would be back home with Luna and Raige. God, I missed them so much.

"Wait, AJ is a fallen angel?" Sam asked Cas.

"Yes," Cas replied and kind of glanced down at his feet. Almost as though he was disappointed in himself. I blew up.

"I'm a fallen angel?! Why didn't you tell us sooner? I could be back home already if you would have said that earlier!"

"I'm sorr—" he interrupted me.

"Yeah, ok! Sure you are!" Thanks to you I had to go through hell with all the moving around!"

Dean interrupted, "I guarantee, it wasn't hell." I went on and on about how Cas should've told us sooner, blah blah blah. I was just so angry at him but at the end of my last sentence I stormed out and sat outside for a while to let myself cool down. Sam walked outside and sat beside me.

"What was all that about?" He turned to me and had a sort of smirk on his face. I didn't say anything. I wasn't in the mood to talk right now.

"Well, whatever it was, Cas is sorry. But I think the reason he didn't say anything was because you weren't ready for it." I sat in silence trying not to look at him, "Okay..." he went back inside. A little while later I went inside, still ignoring the guys, and sat down on the couch. Dean sat beside me with a beer and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He glanced at me and let out a sigh.

"So, you and Cas," he raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his beer. I rolled my eyes and tried to make conversation.

"So, you like AC/DC?" He nodded his head yes, "yeah they're pretty cool. I prefer Michael Jackson but ya know, that's just me." He kept drinking the beer.

Once Dean finished the beer he stood up and walked over to a box full of cassette tapes. He pulled out a few labeled "MJ" and "The King of Pop" and threw them at me.

"Want a beer?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied, "Hey Sam, how was the hunt?"

"I need to do more research on what exactly I'm hunting but other than that, good I guess."

"I could help with research," I told him.

"Um, okay. Grab a book and start reading I guess."

"Can do," I grabbed a few books from the shelf and started reading, "What do you have on the 'monster' so far?" He filled me in on what little details he had. "From what I can tell, the thing you're hunting is a shifter. I mean, all the deaths are pretty close to the same. All the witnesses say that the appearance of the killer looked like someone the vic knew."

"Yeah, and get this, I hacked into the security footage. Look at the eyes," it was definitely a shifter that we were hunting. Or, that Sam was hunting. The hunts always sound so exciting but I can't go on them because a demon could attack at any moment. Oh well.