Hells Bells

Sorta kinda undercover

"Tyler." I whispered. "Tyler." I slapped her shoulder.

"Ace?" Tyler turned on her lamp.

"Where the hell is your phone?" I whispered.

"Ohhh yeah. That. It got shot."

"It what?"

"My phone. It got shot. What did you not understand?"

"How does your phone get shot Tyler?"

"Okay so, I was holding my gun at this guy and my phone rang so I was like dude hold on I gotta take a call and I was talking and the guy shot my phone out of my hand. Completely rude." She sat up in bed. "Surprised you're actually here. What if Dad sees you?"

"I'm undercover."

"How's that working out?"

"I'm sorta kinda undercover."

"Ooo nice. So you wanna get out of here?" She stood up pulling on her boots. I nodded and she grabbed my arm and we flashed to our bar. "Sorta kinda undercover you say?" She asked, walking through the front door.

"A lot of shit is about to go down Tyler. A lot of shit." I shook my head and we sat at our booth.

"I heard Dean Winchester is back." She crossed her arms on the table and leaned on it.

I nodded. "Yeah Dean's back," I stopped and leaned back sticking my legs out towards her. "Wanna know what pulled him out?"

"Wait, wait. I thought it was you, like I mean I can't pull anyone from hell, but you're stronger than me so-" She got cut off by a waiter asking us what we wanted and Tyler held up two fingers and said beers. "Anyway. Dad has always said you were stronger because of your humanity."

"He said that?" My eyes widened a little.

"Yup." She popped the p. The waiter gave us our beers. "So who yanked Dean from hell fire?"

"An angel."

"An angel?"

"An angel."

"Hot damn."

"He kinda is."

"What?"

"Nothing." I opened my beer taking a large sip. "His names Castiel. Dad ever mention that name?"

She made a thinking face as she opened her beer. "No, not that I can think of." She took an even larger sip of her beer. "So what happened that made you sorta kinda undercover?"

"Think." I rolled my eyes. She stared at me and shrugged like 'I really don't know'. "Angel. Demon. God Tyler." I shook my head.

"Right. There seems to be some conflict there." She bit her lip nodding.

"So he comes in and I try to get out because obviously I don't want an angel to kill me or find out about me," I took a long sip of my beer. "And he grabs me by the neck and pins me on the wall saying he knows what I am and crap then puts his entire hand over my forehead and head. Like this-" I put my hand over her head then pulled it off and finished off my beer.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Then what happened idiot?" She took another swig of her beer then held her hand up, swinging it around to bring the waiter over. "Two more."

"Then nothing. He took his hand off and looked at it confused and dropped me so I flashed the hell out of there." I shrugged.

"Great." She grumbled and the waiter set two more beers in front of us. "Angels now. Great."