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- Lilly-Mae's point of view -
Laying on the backseat of a sixty-seven Chevrolet Impala, I was completely lost. Accompanied by three strange men who were taking me to a place I didn't know, in a world, I didn't belong.
Sam and Dean were sitting in the front of the car, the one with the shorter hair behind the wheel, while Cas sat in the back with my head laying on his lap rather uncomfortably. Laying like that forced me to look at him, although I tried to focus on the roof of the car instead.
There hung an awkward silence in the vehicle that I wanted to break, but couldn't. As if Dean was able to read my mind, he spoke.
"So, erm—are we gonna talk about this or what?" The man sitting next to him shifted awkwardly, shortly looking over his shoulder at me, his eyes jumping to the person I was laying on right after.
"What do you want to discuss?" Cas asked, causing Dean to become annoyed.
"The dead chick in the back?" he replied rather rude, before also letting his glare drift off to me. "That is bleeding all over the car seat!" he angrily added.
"Well, she's not dead," Cas replied in defense. The longer-haired man turned around again, eying the road.
"And how do you know that?" Sam questioned, the man sitting next to him following his question with another one.
"Does she still have a heartbeat?" Dean continued. Cas his sky-blue eyes looked at me before replying as if he needed to check.
"No," he answered rather quietly, making Dean scoff.
"Dude, I know you're weird, I know we do weird crap, but carrying a dead chick around?" I was honestly getting offended by him calling me a dead chick, over and over.
'I'm not dead though.' I thought, sighing, but Cas had my back.
"Dean, she just said that she's not dead. Also, she doesn't like being called a dead chick." It was as if the two had to process what he just had shared, and so did I. The silence only made me concentrate more on the fact that he was still listening to my thoughts.
Sam broke his silence. "You can hear her?" he wondered.
"Her thoughts, yes. I'm still a celestial being, remember?"
'A celestial being? He's an—'
Cas smiled down at me. "An angel, that is correct," he replied aloud before I was even able to question it fully, and just like that, my world flipped upside down for the fiftieth time today.
Sam asked if I could hear them, who by now was fully turned around on his seat, his eyes on me and the apparent angel, who nodded as a reply.
"So we can just ask her questions and via you get the answers?" Cas once again nodded, Dean not wasting a single second to start questioning.
"What is she?" A rather rude tone to his voice.
'Jeez, buy me a drink first.'
Cas translated my thoughts into speech, causing Sam and me to chuckle for a bit. The angel gave us a few confused looks before deciding to ignore us.
"If I recall correctly, she doesn't know how she's still alive, so I doubt she knows what she is." So far I knew, I was human. Hell, I just found out a couple of hours ago that non-human things existed.
"She's human, she thinks," Cas said, but I was certain that no one believed me, not even the angel himself.
I wondered what other forced questions Dean would ask, but Cas was first to ask me something.
"What's your name?"
'Thank God for a normal question.' I quickly regretted mentioning, Him. If angels existed, God must have been a thing as well.
'Lilly-Mae, erm—did I offend you by mentioning, you know who?' I asked, trying to ignore the Harry Potter reference I made, just to be sure he knew I didn't mean any harm.
"Nice to meet you, Lilly-Mae, and no. You didn't offend me by mentioning my Father." A small smile on his lips to reassure me.
'So, God is real, angels are real, monsters are a thing, anything I'm missing?' Cas smiled while listening to me rant.
"Demons," he replied in a monotone deep voice.
'Well, fu—' Right when the cursing started flowing, Dean hit me with a real question.
"Where are you from?" How on earth was I going to explain that? The man sitting shotgun chimed in, his soft soul wanting to be of good use, offer to help me out.
"You want us to contact any one of your family so they know you're safe?" Sam proposed. Family, that I didn't have. I spend the first five years of my life with a drug addict of an aunt who proceeded to attempt and sell me, to end up in one orphanage after the other until I was old enough to work and live on my own. Cas who hadn't left my thoughts alone yet helped me out once more.
"She doesn't have a family." Looked like I managed to avoid the big bad with that reply. I should've stayed quiet, however, a set of blue eyes looked at me, curious.
"What big bad?" the angel asked innocently. Well, crap.
'I'm not really from—here? Thomas and I, we ended up here after having traveled through a portal.'
"Thomas?" asked Cas while ignoring the rest of my reply for whatever reason.
'Yea, Thomas, the half-eaten dude back at the auction house? That was Thomas,' I replied rather annoyed because the wound of just having lost the only and most important person in my life was still tender.
The angel ended up asking if I was from their universe or not, convinced he just wanted to know more about me, but for some reason, it felt like he tried getting my mind off the bad thoughts that were haunting my mind. I wanted to shake my head in response, but couldn't. However, I didn't have a chance to reply because Dean and Sam looked at Cas, worried, but more so confused. The angel took his time to explain everything we had spoken about so far, and that gave me some room to breathe and try to place all the new information.
Turned out I was not as human as I thought I was, then again, it would explain why I had those nasty seizures and visions in the past. Not being from this world didn't end up being that big of a deal after all. It helped clarify why Cas was unable to read me, as he explained. That's why he didn't know what I was.
The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror.
"By the way, sweetheart," Dean sounded, waking me up from my thoughts.
"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my younger brother Sam, and the angel you're laying on is Cas." He patted his brother on the shoulder, seeming proud. Them being brothers made so much sense.
'Well, nice to meet you guys, I'm Lilly-Mae Mooney, and erm—thanks for saving my life.'
