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We should have known we wouldn't be able to finish our books. We had gotten four hours of normal human being time and we were about halfway through our books after stopping to make some grilled cheese sandwiches. We didn't talk much, not that I wanted to, and it was nice to just sit and pretend we didn't have to deal with shit.

"Sam your assistance is needed. Retrieve your weapons quickly, we have to go." Castiel showed up right in front of us making me drop my book and lose my place.

"What the hell!" I started, getting a little fed up with this guy and his showing up out of nowhere.

"You get used to it." Sam reassured me getting up and 'retrieving his weapons'.

"Apologies, I do not mean to startle you." Castiel said earnestly.

"It's all good." I guess... "What do you need Sam for?" I asked paging through my book again to find my place.

"Yeah, Dean said he wouldn't be stopping for a hunt." Sam added hoisted his green duffle bag onto one of the tables.

"He wished me not to tell you until you arrived." Castiel answered as if he thought the question was odd. Sam just shrugged and popped the rest of his grilled cheese sandwich into his mouth as he shouldered his bag.

"Here's my number if you run into any trouble." Sam said writing his number on the back of my hand, "And stay away from Crowley. He's a manipulative bastard." he warned.

I smiled and nodded, "Get out of here! Don't go and die on me, I can't stay holed up in here for the rest of my life." I joked which earned me a grin before he and Castiel disappeared.

I entered his number into my phone and texted him just to check if it worked, 'Do you have a guess at who the killer is?' He replied with 'The religion freak? Dean ran into Metatron btw. You might want to read up on the little shit.'

I smiled and marked my place in the book I had been reading. I'll be back for you later. I thought. While I padded through the rows of bookshelves looking for anything on Metatron or Nephilim I heard this odd bumping coming from below me. I ignored it at first, Its probably just the hot water heater or something, and cracked open a book on my species. It was written by some guy who had absolutely no writing skills with no connecting sentences and paragraphs that covered twenty topics each, but it was still quite informative. The guy said if I concentrated I would be able to teleport like Castiel had but I chalked that up to bullshit. I had tried to teleport in third grade to no avail so I figured if it didn't work then it won't work now. I was also supposed to be able to smite both angels and demons by touching their foreheads with the palm of my hand then how did Jonathan survive me cutting his hair?

The thuds got louder the more I read and soon they were driving me nuts so I sent Sam a text, 'what's below the library?' When I didn't get a reply I decided to investigate.

Sam had left a knife on the table so I picked it up and found my way down to the storage room. The thudding was much louder down here and it sounded much more ominous than when I heard it through the floor. I checked behind crates and boxes of bottles filled with who knows what but there was nothing going on. Then I passed the doors to Crowley's cell and the noise stopped.

"There she is. I was trying to get you down here for hours." Crowley cooed.

I froze Shit! I should have found headphones. The guys were going to kill me but I indulged Crowley in conversation anyways, "I have a nasty habit of playing hard to get."

"Oh darling I don't swing your way." Crowley said, "Why don't you open up the doors and we can have a little chat?"

"I can hear you just fine. Plus I hear you are a, and I quote, manipulative bastard, unquote." I sassed leaning against a shelf that was adjacent to the doors. I heard him chuckle in a raspy voice that seemingly urged me to trust him.