A Supernatural Fanfiction.

Naomi's Vessel

Back at Bobby’s, I walked from the kitchen to the couch with a piping hot cup of cocoa. Embarrassed by the chick flick moment in the Impala with Dean, I settled on the furthest cushion from him.

In the middle of an infomercial, Dean shot up off the couch, his gun pointed at the kitchen. He grabbed my arm and ushered me behind him, and I followed his silent instructions without question.

“Dean, it’s me.” Castiel emerged from the shadows.

Sighing in relief Dean said, “Damnit Cas! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Stepping further into the light, I could see Cas was drenched in sweat. “My apologies, but this is urgent.” Pointing to me, he continued. “They want the girl.”

“Who wanted her Cas?” Dean asked, setting his gun on the table.

The house began to shake, a bright light filling the windows.

“The angels! It’s Naomi; she wants Carrie as her vessel.” Cas yelled over the high pitched ringing.

Sam came barreling down the stairs with three bags in his hands, and tossed one of them to his brother. Cas cut his hand with an angels blade and began drawing a sigil on the wall.

Just before he placed his hand on it Cas turned to Sam and Dean. “We don’t have much time. Get her out of here and keep her away from Naomi.” Cas put his hand in the center of the bloody drawing, the light and he both disappeared.

“The bunker.” Sam said as he grabbed piles of paper and his laptop, shoving them into his bag.

Grabbing his gun off the table, Dean placed a firm hand on the small of my back and led me out the front door. With my feet bare, he removed his hand to grab my boots and hanging jacket, handing them to me.

Dean tossed the bag in his hands to Sam who was loading up the trunk of the Impala. “Get in.” He commanded for the second time since we met.

“What about my car?!” I questioned, trying to follow him back into the house for my keys.

He turned around abruptly and grabbed my shoulders tight. “The angels are bad news, worse than some demons. Forget everything you thought you knew about the feathery winged bastards; they’re a big bag of dicks. Now get in the car.” He disappeared into the house, and I climbed into the Impala’s backseat.

When Dean returned, he carried an armful of old books and salt. Sam shut the trunk and got into the passenger seat, leaning over to open the driver’s side door for his brother. Dean shoved the books and salt into Sam’s lap, and in seconds we were off.

“Dean, where the heck are we going?” I asked while tossing my boots and jacket on the seat next to me.

“You’re going to Kansas, Sam and I are going to get Bobby, and then we’re gonna figure out what the hell we’re doing from there.”

Sam turned to face me with an open book in his hands. “Cas is going to stay there with you, and we’ll explain everything once we find Bobby.”

“Why not explain it to me now?”

“Because Carrie, we’ve still got to make the plan for Austin.” Dean snapped.

“It’s Houston Dean.” Sam corrected.

“Shut up Sammy!” Dean pressed harder on the gas, brooding as we drove into the early hours of the morning.