Supernatural: Outer Beings



"This farm is awesome!" Martin said.

"Thanks, it was my grandparents' house." John said, lighting candles, "Sorry, but keeping electricity in this place isn't cheap."

"It's all good." I said, sitting on the sofa, nursing my wounds. The pain was excruciating, but I was healing quickly.

Martin smiled, "Besides, It's like Little House on the Prairie, only without the family thing. And the little town. And..."

"You can stop anytime." I chuckled, trying to stop from the pain in my stomach.

"How's the stitches?" John asked.

"They're stitches." I frowned.

There was thunder and lightning outside.

"Not a cloud in the sky." John commented.

I thought about it, "I think I'm going on a tour." I said.

"I'll go too." Martin said.

"No, hyper, I'm going by myself." I said, sliding off the couch and gingerly walking to the barn behind the house. I walked into the farm and looked around, feeling watched, "Okay, come out."

There was another burst of lightning and Castiel and Uriel were standing behind me.

"We need your help." Castiel said.






Chapter 36: All the Things She Said

"You want me to tell the Winchesters what to do?" I asked.

"We would like your help." Castiel said.

"This is a waste of time!" Uriel said.

I frowned, "It is. They listen to me about as much as they do you." I said.

"You have pull with them." Castiel said, "Especially..."

"Sam?" I asked, looking away, "Maybe you should be talking to Ruby."

"So then you know?" Castiel asked.

"You knew?" I asked.

Uriel chuckled.

"What's funny?" I asked.

"All you humans are alike, with your feelings and emotions..." Uriel said.

"Uriel." Castiel warned.

"Sounds to me like jealousy." I said.

"Jealous for weakness?" Uriel asked.

"If humans are so weak, then why are you still trying to get this lady?" I asked, "And what makes her so special?"

"She can hear us." Castiel said.

"Hear you?" I asked.

"That's all you need to know!" Uriel said, "Will you help us or not?"

"If I'm going to help, then I need to know." I said.

"So, you're going to help us?" Castiel asked.

"To find this girl, yes, for what you're planning to do with her, no." I said.

"How'd you know?" Uriel asked.

"Demons. They said you wanted to kill her, had the same offer as you. Thing is, they're not going to kill her."

"They plan to torture her!" Castiel said, "To gain the upper hand."

"Maybe they deserve to." I said.

They both looked at me, shocked.

"Blasphemy!" Uriel said.

"How can killing someone be the right thing? I don't know if I believe anymore." I said.

Castiel looked at me sympathetically, "Do you know what's at stake?" he asked.

"This girl dies and I do everything in my power to stop you." I said.

"Where are they?" Uriel asked, still shocked by my blunt statement.

I closed my eyes, "I see them." I said, "I also see you leaving."

Uriel groaned.

"She is a fallen one." Castiel said.

"Castiel!" Uriel said, shocked.

"Fallen One?" I asked, "Like an angel, but fallen?"

"Yes." Castiel said.

"That means..."

"Yes, we cannot afford losing her, or even allowing her to return to grace." Castiel said soothingly.

I scratched my head, "But to kill her..."

"It is the only way." Castiel said.

I closed my eyes, "Anna Milton. She's shielded. Can't get a lock...Ouch! Oww! Owww!" I said, "She's...I can see her, red head? But that's all."

"Thank you." Castiel said, "You have helped us more than you know." He said, causing lightning to course across the sky! I shielded my eyes and looked up to realize they were gone.



I joined Martin and John in the living room of the farmhouse; they looked to be hard at work on another case already. I moved to the center of the room and sat down.

"Hey, where ya been? We got a new case from that Natalee chick." Martin said.

"That chick's my sister." John said, not bothering to look up at him.

"Anyways, apparently, there's this voodoo mama down in Mississippi!" Martin said excitedly, "All the locals are afraid of her cause she's been alive for over eighty years."

"What's so off about that?" I asked.

"She looks around forty." John answered, "Or so they say."

"And what's the problem?" I asked.

"People have come up missing." John said.

"I've never gotten that, how do they come up missing? Wouldn't they not come up at all?" I asked.

"Regardless, we're heading out in the morning." John said.

"Welp, I'm plum tuckered! I'm turning in." Martin said, heading to bed.

I chuckled at him as he left, "That's why we brought him." I laughed.

"You needed a laugh?" John asked.

"Yeah, I really did." I smiled.

"What's wrong?" John asked, looking up from his book.

"When I was in the barn, I was visited by angels." I said.

John looked at me slowly.

"I know, I know, sounds like something from CBS, but they're not as nice as they sound." I said, "Well, one of them is, but I kind of feel like he's just sympathizing."

John still looked at me in awe.

"They needed help..."

"Help? They needed you for help?" John asked.

"...To find Sam and Dean." I said.

"And it made you sad to think about Sam?" John asked.

"A little. Plus, finding her wasn't so easy. As a matter of fact, I couldn't." I said, "I may have no regard for my body when it comes to magic, but my body does have limits."

"And that scares you?" John asked.

I smiled at him.

"I'm just trying to be helpful." John said, "I know I'm not much help with anything that's not related to shooting, but..."

"You don't have to try and be...I like you the way you are." I said slowly.

John blushed, even for his caramel complexion, "I just don't want you running off again."

I looked over to him, "I just really needed some space to think, is all. Dean popping back to life was...disturbing. A good disturbing." I said quickly.

"I just want you to like it here...with me." John said, but quickly added, "Us."

"You think I'm going to run back to Sam and Dean?" I asked.

John was silent.

"I'm not." I said, "That time in my life was great and I miss it sometimes, because it was simple, but what I have now is great. I have them..."

John gave a sympathetic nod.

"And I have you." I smiled, putting my hand on his, "And Martin, of course."

John coughed, "Of course." He smiled, "You should get some rest."

"I should." I nodded, standing and heading upstairs.





The next morning, I found myself sitting in the passenger seat, watching the scenery go by. I got thirsty and reached for my drink in the cup holder. Apparently, so was John. Our hands met around the cup and for a minute, we both held it there.

"So, can we turn the radio to something that's not static?" Martin asked, causing us to break our hold.

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"Reggae." Martin said.

"Seriously?" John asked.

"How about a hip-hop station?" I asked.

"Okay, but try R&B first." Martin said.

I stifled a chuckle and flipped through the stations until I found a station playing Superhuman by Chris Brown and decided that it was good enough.

"Who sings this?" Martin asked.

"Christopher Brown and Keri Hilson." I said quickly, "Isn't it a great song?"

"It's kind of depressing." Martin said.

"What?" Both, John and I said.


"You're crazy." John smiled, "This song is awe inspiring."

I chuckled.

"No seriously, I awe." John said.

"You've been hanging around me way too long." I said quickly.

"How long til we get there?" Martin asked.

"Way too long." I said, slumping over in my seat and looking out the window.

"What's that?" Martin said.

Before anyone could say anything, the car went off the road!