Forest of the Angels

Good morning sunshine

Cas was unsure how to reply. He wanted to heal her so badly from wounds that he couldn't just fix with his grace. He didn't want to see her cry, especially since he could relate. He pulled her into a small, yet comforting, hug. "Surely, if they love you, they'll want to help you, not hurt you."

Ellie laughed bitterly. "Have you ever gotten someone's daughter killed?"

Cas sifted through his memories, looking for the best answer. "I helped to start the apocalypse." He suggested in a weirdly light tone of voice.

Ellie's face went blank, she stepped back from Cas' hug. "You know, I don't seem to recall the world ending. Perhaps I was asleep, could you fill me in?"

"How could you sleep through the rise of Lucifer? Did you not get woken by the storms and the demons?" Cas was confused.

Ellie giggled, feeling a little better from her mini breakdown. "I come from Wales mate, rain is our way of life. You want Demons? Go up pub on a Friday night."

"What would demons want with pubs?" Cas was even more confused.

"Oh, you know, they need the vodka to fuel their hellfire portals." Ellie waved her hands dramatically, trying to contain her laughter.

Cas was incredibly confused. "I need to go and stop them" he began to leave before Ellie grabbed his sleeve.

"I'm pulling your leg, Feathers, everything's fine." She was almost pissing herself from Cas' obliviousness.

"No, you're pulling my arm." Cas was too confused for words.

Ellie was now trying her hardest not to collapse in hysterics. "You're very literal, aren't you?"

Before Cas could reply, Rachel began to stir. They both watched intently as she slowly sat up on the bed. Dazed, she rubbed her hand on her forehead before turning to face the others. Ellie edged forwards, holding out a mug of tea as though she was feeding a hungry tiger, only to be tackled into a hug. Ellie tried so hard not to spray tea over Rachel that it sloshed down her front, scalding her leg.

Once Rachel had loosened her death grip, Ellie prised herself away, her eyes flitting across Rachel's oddly happy demeanour given the circumstances. When her inspection was complete, she let go of Rachel's arms. "Nice of you to actually join us." She smirked, before promptly turning to pick up a clean pair of black, ripped jeans.

Stretching, Rachel stepped over to make herself a coffee, only for Cas to fling out his hand, stopping her.

"You need to rest." Cas stated, giving Ellie a curious stare. With pleading eyes, Ellie shook her head.

Rachel continued to go get a coffee, trudging as if in a dazed dream to the kettle.

"Rachel-"

"Dude, I nearly died. I'm having a coffee." Swiping a mug from the counter, Rachel began to inspect herself for injuries. "So, what now?" she groaned.

The other two stared incredulously from the lack of fucks Rachel had from nearly dying. Ellie fidgeted awkwardly before stepping forwards to check Rachel again. "Rachel, are you okay?"

"I nearly died, it really changes your perspective on what you care about." Rachel yelled, smashing the cup on the floor. Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Of course not, I'm sore, I'm tired and I'm freaking terrified. I nearly left you. I just want to get this over with, finish what we started and kill these bitches, for you and Jess." Rachel coughed violently, spewing droplets of blood into her clammy palm.

"Rachel I'm so sorry, we should help you before we do anything. Let's just wait for Sam and Dean, and then we can tell you everything."

The three waited, Cas was watching birds, Rachel was scribbling down notes and Ellie was bored to tears. Rachel's mood had lightened considerably, Cas had attempted to heal her and the three had rested, so they weren't as sleep depraved as before. During the wait, Cas had made several attempts to hint at Ellie to talk to Rachel, but all were met with the same panicked glare. In the meantime, Rachel tried to write as much as she could remember from the angel's head, but it was all a stone grey blur.

The door was booted open, littering peels of off-white paint on the ratty carpet. The Winchesters waltzed in, armed with pie and coffee. After leaping off the bed, Rachel tackled the great moose into a heap as she wrenched to coffee out of his hand. Dean began to giggle until Sam shot him a look of pure bitchiness.

Everyone watched as Rachel slurped loudly on the coffee. "What?" she asked. "I'm an espresso bitch." She began to down the coffee as though her life depended on it. Chucking the crushed cup in the bin, Rachel swiveled to face the smaller of the Winchesters, clicking finger guns at him. "Right finally...Plan?"