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As soon as Violet dropped to the ground, I ran to her side, holding her in my lap. Checking her pulse, I let out a sigh of relief after feeling a few beats. It pained me to see her like this, so helpless; I needed her to wake up. Feeling like this was payback, I now know how she felt the day she witnessed my death, only multiply my feeling by one thousand. "Your friends are still alive." Almost forgetting he was there, I looked up from Violet to see him leaning against the table.
"Who are you?" I repeated myself.
"I figured that much, I mean what are you?"
"I'm an angel of the Lord." Believing I heard the son of a bitch incorrectly, I got to my feet as his words replayed in my head.
"Get the hell out of here; there' no such thing."
"This is your problem Dean, you have no faith." When he stopped speaking, lightening cracked and lit up the barn, making me witness something I was too scared to admit. When the barn lit up, behind Castiel, I witnessed shadows of large wings extending from his back.
"Some angel you are, you burned out that poor woman's eyes," I barked.
"I warned her not to spy on my true form; it can be … overwhelming to humans. And so can my voice, but you already knew that."
"You mean the gas station and the motel, that was you talking?" He nodded his head. "Buddy, next time lower the volume."
"It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them." Castiel paused for a second, looking me over. "I was wrong."
"And what visage are you in now? Holy tax accountant?"
"This?" Castiel slightly raised his trench coat as he looked down to himself. "This is a vessel," he said, looking back up to me.
"You're possessing some poor bastard?"
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Look, I'm not buying what you're selling. So who are you really?"
"I told you."
"Right, and why would an angel rescue me from hell?"
"Good things do happen, Dean."
"Not in my experience."
"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved."
"Why'd you do it?"
"Because God commanded it." I stared at the so-called angel, my jaw clenched. "Because we have work for you." As I stared at him confused, I blinked. And during that fraction of a second, Castiel had managed to disappear. This caught me off guard since I never knew a creature to be able to disappear that quickly. Hearing a few groans, I looked down to find Bobby and Violet moving, making me mentally jump.
"Are you guys okay?" I asked, helping them to their feet.
"What the hell happened?" Violet asked, looking around for Castiel.
"You don't want to know," I answered as I started to bag all the weapons. Hearing no footsteps, no movement behind me, I turned to look at Bobby and Violet. They both stared; Bobby had a look of concern and confusion while Violet stared with fright. Both had every right to stare the way they were, but I still got irritated by the fact that they weren't moving. "Seriously guys, let's just go and I'll explain everything later." They exchanged glances before silently agreeing to help. Bobby started loading up the car as Violet helped pack up the weapons. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she wanted to attack me to get every detail out of me; this made me smile. And when we were finally packed and out, Violet still hadn't spoken.
"I think it's time to head to my house." I looked to Bobby, raising a brow. "Your hotel room is trashed, Dean I'm sure if we go back management will chew your ass." Thinking it over, I realized Bobby was right. Nodding, Bobby turned the car, now headed toward his house.
"Maybe you should call Sam and let him know," I heard Violet say. Almost forgetting about little Sammy, I pulled my phone out and dialed his number.