*Somewhere in Hell*

"You idiot!" The fiend shrieked, "You were supposed to send her to me! Not to Heaven!" She rubbed her temples as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"But, Your Greatness, how was I supposed to kn-"

"Fool! Her soul is the strongest, most powerful soul in the world. Not to mention, it's as white as freshly fallen snow. A soul like hers will always go to Heaven!" She contorted her face in extreme anger as she violently threw him against the wall.

The minion clenched his middle and painfully spoke, "But, My Liege,... You gave me the... the hex bag to use on her."

Her eyes grew dark with frustration as she slowly but dangerously walked towards the crippled soul, "Your words are true, Abbaddon," She knelt down to him and drew out her knife. Setting the tip in the crevice underneath his chin, "But your actions are false." She wickedly smiled, "And we all know actions speak louder than words." The displeased hellion placed her fingers inside the demon's mouth and pulled out his tongue. "I told you that it would take time. And you didn't listen. So, in order to make you listen..," She smirked as pure vengeance sparkled in her eyes, "I guess you won't be needing this anymore."

Her white orbs grew dark with revenge as she watched her betrayer squirm underneath her hold. "Pity.. And I was just starting to like you..." A melodramatic pout played on her lips as she stroked his cheek softly with the back of her hand. Then, just like that, the traitor let out a throaty yelp as she maliciously sliced off his tongue.

"This might be of good use," she mused as she examined it in her hands. Then, her focus lied directly back on her victim.
"That will teach you not to mess with me, slave. Begone!" With a swift movement of her hand, the spirit, supposedly named Abbaddon who had previously possessed Nathan Crowley, vanished into a spiral of black smoke and away from the villain.

"Dammit!" She cursed as she harshly pushed over the vile looking furniture that had been scattered around the room. Breaking as many articles as she could, she somewhat therapeutically expressed her anger through the shards of broken pieces on the floor. Over against the wall came a low, strangled chuckle.

"You'll never win." He spoke in an almost non-existent voice, "You will never get my daughter's soul."

She unexpectedly made a bee line towards him and threatened, "Don't make me use this dagger on you." She scanned him and let out an amused chuckle, "You don't have any more fight in you, peasant." She scoffed with extra emphasis on the "p".

He hung on the wall helpless, but gave a mischievous grin.

"What are you grinning at, simpleton?" She asked mockingly.

"The longer I fight you, the longer it takes for you to get to my daughter." He laughed lowly, "So go ahead, torture me more." He rose his head so it was merely inches away from hers, "I dare you."

She gave another heated slap as he winced again, "Well, you know what they say." She lingered in the suspense as his eyebrows shot up in question.

She smirked widely, "Never send a man to do a woman's job."

Chloe's POV:

Dean sat on my bedside as his father and our friends (And Castiel) entered the room.

I'm guessing Clara and Sam have definitely, somewhat gotten used to the weird factor... considering they were so chill about Castiel's existence.

"So, Castiel," John said, "You're an angel?"

"That would be correct." Castiel replied archaically.

"An angel of the Lord." Dean teased as he gave the angel a sly smile. Castiel gave two slow blinks before he returned his gaze to John.

"I healed Chloe, but she's going to have to rest for a couple of days. See, the soul goes through a process when it is exiting and entering the body... The action is pretty strenuous, so she will feel a bit fatigued."

"Thank you, Doctor." Sam said with a wink.

Castiel's face remained unchanged as he ignored (or didn't understand...) his comment. He cleared his throat as he continued, "Anyway... I will need to watch over your progress as you heal-"

"Oh, no." Dean said defensively. I intervened,

"What's wrong, Dean?" I asked him; his arm around me tightened.

He ignored my question and stared right into Castiel's eyes, "You will only be there when I am there with her, understand?"

Castiel's lips smoothed into a hard line as he nodded slowly. "... Okay.., understood."

Dean's new level of over-protection was surprising as he refused to allow Castiel to be alone with me... even though nothing would happen... because I'm pretty sure it would be sacrilegious somehow...

But the fact that he cared so much was still an incredibly sweet gesture. And, to be honest, it was a bit of a turn on.

He looked over at me with intensity and it made my heart skip a beat. "Good." He replied, still watching me. Then, he took my hand into his, slightly grazing his thumb over my knuckles.

"Okay," John finally spoke, "Chloe, what are we going to tell your mom?"

I remained silent as I tried to fabricate something, "How about we tell her I hit my head, but ya know, nothing too serious. So that way we don't worry her, but then also we can buy time and keep me under surveillance."

"Yeah, and she can stay with me,... if she wants." Clara spoke up, but John and Dean shook their heads.

"Thanks, Clara, but no." He looked over at me, "I think we should take her home so that Castiel and Dean can watch over her." I mouthed a quick thank you to her as I dialed my phone and gave it to John. He then proceeded out the door to converse with my mother in the hallway.

Dean watched after him and then looked to Sam. After he did that simple movement, he bit his lip and returned his green orbs to me. Sam watched our exchange as he nudged Dean to say what was on his mind. I watched them intently, anxiously waiting for a response out of either of them.

Sam came forward as Dean finally spoke up, "Chloe..." he sighed. I wasn't completely sure why because I 've met Sam before but... Why was he so nervous?

Sam cleared his throat and put his hand in front of me, "Hey, Chloe...," He paused, unsure if he should say what he wanted to say, "I'm Sam. Dean's long-lost brother." He sputtered.

My mouth stayed agape for a while until it finally sunk in.

I looked between Dean and Sam.

My god.. They really did look a like.

Why didn't I see this before?!

Dean's plump lips came closer to my ear, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before... I honestly didn't know."

I nodded with reassurance, letting him know that it was okay. That I understood.

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We arrived at Dean's house and he laid me down onto the couch.

"I could've walked myself, you know." I protested.

He gave me a crooked smile, "I know. I just wanted to carry you." He smiled again as he got out the blankets from the closet.

Then, John rested his hand on Dean's shoulder, "Hey, could you go get a pillow and some clothes for her to wear?" He was almost inaudible as he leaned in closer, "And no funny business, alright? Castiel will be watching." Dean took a quick glance over in Castiel's direction as the angel gave a small wave and pressed his lips together.

"Dad, I know I am a teenager and all but ...damn, that's so messed up. She just got out of the hospital."

"Good, so you understand." John smirked as he patted Dean's shoulder. Dean rolled his eyes, which made me silently giggle.

It was weird that I wasn't fazed at all by the fact that an angel was in the same room as me and I had just gone to Heaven...

And that alone was causing me to underestimate the possibility of being shocked any further.

Which was my first mistake.

Notes

Hope you guys liked it! I'm reading Dark and it's giving me a lot of inspiration :)

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