Castiel stared at his hands, deep in thought.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Cas looked up at Dean who had a towel wrapped around his waist, hair still wet from his shower. The Angel looked up at Dean with a concerned look on his face.
"Dean, she had our names carved into her back."
Dean blinked. "Did I just hear you say that a girl we just met, had our" gestures to the air between them "names carved into her back?"
"I believe I spoke clearly, Dean. They were the only two things on her that I saw that weren't protection, binding or concealment sigils."
Dean turned away from his Angel running his hands through his hair.
"Maybe it is message?"
Castiel shook his head. "Only an Angel would know the sigils that were on her back, and neither of us were on Heaven's bad side around the time that Shay said she was found."
Both were perplexed. "Maybe," Dean said, "We could do some research and see what the locals say happened around that time."
Castiel nodded. Dean looked at his pensive Angel and kissed his cheek.
"You can worry about whether or not she is a walking bomb waiting for us later. Get some shut eye. You haven't been sleeping lately. "
"Dean, you know very well that I don't sleep, and if I did, you are not giving me much opportunity to do so."
"I haven't heard any complaints yet." Dean grinned mischievously and leaned in to place his lips on Cas's.
His and Dean's relationship and the whole making love thing was still new to Cas, but tonight he felt a little adventurous.
He grasped Dean's shoulder, covering the handprint that still marked their bond to this day. Cas hasn't touched it, at least not like this, since the day he pulled Dean from Hell. Both men hissed as a strange, new warmth spread through them before they attacked each other, ravenous.
I dreamed again that night, but it was different. I was evil, and Sam and Dean were in almost every vision. I even opened a door that held back some monster so that it would attack Dean.
They will kill you just to kill me. They are ruthless killers with no sense of mercy!
I woke up, and my head was splitting open in pain. I screeched through gritted teeth and clenched my sheets.
Warm fingers touched my forehead. "Be still, child."
The pain left with one final shriek, and I opened my eyes.
Castiel stood by my bed a concerned look on his face.
"Lilith tormenting you?"
"Yeah, she keeps on trying to get me to kill all three of you." I laugh half-heartedly. "Like that is going to happen." I sit up and hug my knees to my chest. "Did Dean get my pictures?"
Cas nodded. "Yes, and I wish to speak to you about some of your scars."
I pat the bed next to me. "Ok, but first I wanna ask you something." Cas sat down and nodded.
"Sam and Dean said that they were Hunters, but you aren't one?"
"Dean calls me an "honorary Hunter" sometimes, but I'm an Angel of the Lord."
I stared at him. "You an Angel?!"
"Where are your wings? And aren't you supposed to be all cute, smiley and "God bless you"?"
A ghost of a smirk shadowed Cas's lips. "Common modern misconception. I'm a soldier of the Heavenly Host, and" I felt a feather brush my cheek "my wings are merely hidden in a plane beyond your vision. As for how I look, this body is a vessel. His name was James Novak."
"His soul passed into Heaven many years back." I saw Cas's face darken. Castiel turned to me. "May I ask my question?"
"Are any of you scars recent? Any on your back specifically."
I shake my head. "Why do you ask?"
"Two of them are names."
I felt old anger well up in my chest. "Whose names are they?" I ask coldly.
Castiel sighed. "Mine and Dean's."
The silence that followed could've been cut with a knife. I moved away from Castiel. I didn't know if I should be scared or angry.
"I wouldn't lie about something like this or anything." The Angel stood. "I wanted you to know. Dean, Sam and I are working on deciphering the other sigils. We will let you know if we find anything else. Sleep well, Shay."
He disappeared with what sounded like the fluttering of wings and left me alone in my dark room.
It was days before I saw or spoke to any of the Hunters again. Claire kept on telling me to invite them to my party, but I kept on saying they were busy.
"Fine, if you aren't going to ask them then, I will got down to the police station and ask them myself."
In a panic, I called Dean in front of her.
"Hey, Detective Dan, it's Shay Wilson."
"Shay, is something wrong?"
"I'm doing great. I just had a quick question."
"Go ahead." I could hear him reached for whatever weapon was closest to him.
I sighed. "You see I have this friend who is constantly bugging me about inviting you to my party Friday, and I wanted to save her a trip down to the station, so..."
Dean laughed, the tension draining from his voice. "Sam would love to go, but Cas and I have plans earlier that day and might not make it back in time."
"Well then tell Steve that it is at The Rabbit Hole and it starts at eight. Tell him to wear a tie or jacket."
I hung up and turned to Claire. "Happy?"
Dean hung up his phone and turned to Sam. "Wanna go to a party?"
"Seriously dude, isn't that more up your alley?"
"Come on, Sammy. You have had your nose stuck in that laptop since we got here. You need a little party to liven you up." Dean waggle his eyebrows. "Maybe even get laid."
"Well," Sam ignored his brother's comment, "this nose in the computer has gotten you the address you were looking for."
Dean walked over to the table and looked over his brother's shoulder. "How far is it?"
"In Pueblo, an hour or so south. Maybe you can make it back in time to go flirt with that Claire girl."
"Yeah, and Cas would have my ass if I did, bitch."
"Look at you being faithful for once, jerk." Sam said faking astonishment.