Highway to Hell

Chapter 3: Decisions, Decisions

"You don't understand how great an actual burger tastes," I said through a mouthful of beef.

"Considering you haven't eaten in a year, it must taste pretty great," Dean said. A proud smirk was glued to his face.

I nodded, shoving the food into my mouth. Back in the Cage the food was just an illusion. Real food was so much better, though it tasted different from what I remembered. More... spacey, as if I was mostly eating air. Dean being a top notch cook made the meal a million times better, but I would never admit it to him. I refused to boost his ego any more than it already was.

"So this place," I swallowed the food and motioned with my free hand around the vast dining room we sat in before reaching for my glass, "what's it again?"

"The Men of Letters's cave," he said, grabbing his own bottle of beer. "Our grandfather was a Man of Letters and it was sort of passed down to me and Sam."

"And what was a Man of Letters?" I chugged the soda down and bit into the burger once again. It tasted like heaven despite the weirdness, if Heaven tasted like juicy beef, fresh buns, mayonnaise, ketchup, and pickles. I made a mental note to ask Naomi if I ever ran into her again.

"Basically just a geek of the supernatural world," he shrugged. "They looked down on hunters and read a lot."

"Huh. So stuck up bookworms."

He grinned. "Exactly."

Sam entered the room, rubbing his eyes. His hair stuck out in all directions, and the bags under his eyes were slowly starting to disappear.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean almost shouted.

Sam covered his ears and glared at him. I didn't blame him; the whole underground warehouse echoed everything. "What's up?" He yawned.

"Nice hair, Simba," I smirked. I looked down at my empty hands and pouted. "Aw, I finished my burger."

Sam flattened his hair. "Shut up," He muttered.

Dean grabbed my plate. "Alright, you ate. Now go get some sleep."

"Seriously?" I whined.

"Yes, seriously. Now go." He pointed towards the stairs.

"Geez, you're just like my dad," I mumbled, standing up. I finished my soda and passed Sam, going up the stairs and down the hall until I found the room Dean had told me to sleep in. It was simple enough, a queen sized bed, a nightstand on the other side, and a dresser across the room. I closed the door and went back downstairs, ready to ask for some more food when I heard them talking.

"-Not human," Dean was saying.

"Even if that's true, she's still Orion," Sam argued. "Cas made it obvious from the start he didn't like her."

"Yeah, but come on Sammy, since when does Cas lie about something like this?" Dean sounded exasperated. "I'm just saying, maybe we should keep an eye on her, see if anything's... off."

I sneaked down the hall before I could hear anything else, heart pounding. Cas told them I was an angel? Damn him. I'll stab him the next time I see him. I balled my hands, clenching and unclenching fists, trying to keep my cool but feeling my anger slowly rising. I pushed through the nearest door and closed it, screaming through my teeth and punching the wall. I didn't know what to do. Come out and tell the Winchesters the truth or run away for good?

"Fancy meeting you here."

I spun around at the familiar British voice and felt my body stiffen. Sitting in a metal chair behind a table chained to the floor in the middle of a pentagram was Crowley, King of Hell. He smirked at me. "Hello, darling."