Selina Winchester (Supernatural: Season 4) [SPN Fanfic]

On the Head of a Pin

Sam was driving the Impala. "Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads. I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith..."

Dean looked back at Selina who had finally fallen asleep in the back seat "Hey, man, work with Ruby, don't. I don't really give a rat's ass,"

"What's your problem?"

"Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam,"

"She knew what was at stake,"

"Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it,"

"Dean..."

"I'm tired of burying friends, Sam. And I'm tired of Selina losing sleep over all this,"

Sam glanced back at Selina's sleeping form and sighed "Look, we catch a fresh trail..."

"And we follow it, I know. Like I said, I'm just-I'm just getting tired,"

"Well, get angry,"

***

Sam, Dean, and Selina entered the motel room.

"Ah, home crappy home," Selina flipped on the lights.

"Winchester, Winchester, and It," Uriel greeted as he and Castiel were revealed to be waiting inside the room.

"It has a name," Selina growled.

"That's your best comeback?!" Dean asked.

"I'm tired ok,"

"You are needed," Uriel said, his gaze glancing towards Selina.

"Needed?" Dean questioned. "We just got back from needed,"

"Now, you mind your tone with me,"

"No, you mind your damn tone with us," Selina challenged "We just got back from Pamela's funeral. Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!" Selina's outburst caused a lightbulb to burst.

Uriel glared over at Dean "We raised you out of hell for our purposes,"

"Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?"

"Start with gratitude,"

"Oh,"

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand,"

"And we..." Uriel gave Castiel a significant look. "...don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight,"

"Demons? How are they doing it?" Dean asked.

"We don't know,"

"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" Sam said.

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much,"

"Once we find whoever it is,"

"So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean questioned.

"Not quite. We have Alastair," Castiel replied.

"Great. He should be able to name your trigger man,"

"But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse,"

Selina couldn't' help but scoff "Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league," she realized she should have kept her mouth shut.