Authors note- It's been a long time my awesome readers but my tablet I was writing on broke so I couldn't update any of my stories so there's the first problem! Second my puppy Otto passed away and that kind of hit a low blow on me… Anyway sad and displeasing news aside im glad to be back and writing so here's the next chapter of The Devils angel. Im writing on my spare lap top that my mom has so if you're wondering! Anyway school is almost out so I will probably be updating a lot more often like last summer so be looking forward to that. I do not own anything Supernatural!

"Hey Bobby I got good news and bad news about the whole chuck situation. Turns out the whole trouble thing was a false alarm and he's fine and we know where the colt is. The bad news a demon has it. Bobby! You there?"

"I'm here you damn idgit! So a demon has the colt all you have to do is get it then hunt the devil. Sounds easy enough."

"Ha, doesn't it always. Anyway how's our demon bitch doing?" Bobby looked away from the phone to stare at a slumbering girl and ever vigil Castiel. Ever since her demonic incident they had not moved from the couch, not even a blink was or flinch was made by either party. Bobby, feeling shaken, had not made any decision to go anywhere near the ticking time bomb of a girl.

"It's going great besides for the demonic possessions, but I got Cas here for back up."

"Wait Cas is there?" Dean asked surprised his angel friend would go anywhere without him, or at least without his knowledge.

"Yeah it's sort of a long story I will explain when you boys get back. We also got a demon stake out to plan, remember the colt."

"Yeah I remember, get Ellen and Jo out there I think we are going to need them for this one." Surprised Dean was willing to invite the ladies to a hunt like this Bobby agreed.

"Alright see you boys later." Hanging up the phone Bobby rolled his way over to a little black book of phone numbers. Flipping through old stained pages he found Ellen's number. Stealing a quick glance at the two supernatural guests on his couch Bobby noticed something strange, a flicker of movement. The girl seemed to be struggling in her sleep much like a dog who is dreaming of catching a ball. Castiel's blue eyes slowly drifted to her closed ones as he tilted his head. Bobby couldn't really tell what the angel was thinking partly because his face was always so stoic and partly because Bobby didn't really pay much attention to feelings of other beings. The looks was maybe one of sadness or maybe worry, but most likely a combination of the two. Bobby looked away before picking up the phone and dialing Ellen's number.

"Ellen its Bobby I am going to need you over here as soon as you can and bring some beer while you're at it." Bobby saw a bit more motion coming from the slumbering girl, "Bring lots of beer it's going to be a long night."

"Hello! Anyone out there? Castiel? Dean? God? Anyone can you hear me?" Yelling at emptiness was new for me. The last thing I remember was being hit by Dean then knocked out by Cas.

"It seems every time they're around my life turns out for the worst!" Deep down I know yelling will get me nowhere, but a dry throat and a headache but it just makes me feel better. A empty salt flat seem to be my new setting with emphasis on the empty part. No sign of life anywhere and no clouds in a boring sky were my new company.

"You could have put me in a better dreamscape Cas you asshole! Maybe a nice vacation spot next time and not some hot wasteland!" I yelled feebly into the sky. Being a god like being meant I was granted certain powers like the ability to see past facades. This one simple detail of myself has never led me astray as I have used it to see past liars and cheats just like the one Castiel has put me in now.

"I will be good now Castiel you can let me out, I promise! Come on angel wings help a sister out you freaking prick!" My only answer was a low rumbling sound as I assumed Castiel trying to respond to my pleas.

"I take that as a no." I breathed before sitting down on pale white salt. Before now I was to busy to notice my clothing because of my ranting but now I had the time to admire my attire Castiel picked for me. A deep blue tank with blue jeans and shoes I would never wear unless I was going to church. And I never would be caught dead in a place of worship. I took a moment to laugh at the stupidity of it all. Castiel thought a change of wardrobe would make me a good little angel he could tolerate.

"Nice outfit Cas but no matter what you put me in I am notgoing to church, You hear me up there you damn cloud hopper!" Another rumble rocked through my lifeless setting. A small smile spread across my lips then exploded like a wildfire across my face. After a few moment of humor passed I felt a disturbance in my gut. Like the veil across my face keeping me asleep weakened and I took that ticket as my escape. Concentrating on waking up I could feel Castiel struggle to try to keep me sedated but my little winged friend was nowhere near my level to do so.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I whispered then before my heart could beat I saw my salt flat disappear and be replaced by a drunken man's shitty house. My head ached and seeing some young blonde girl staring at me was not the wake up I wanted. I try to move but felt a hand anchoring me to the sofa I was apparently sitting on. I turned and saw beautiful stone blue eyes looking deep into my blurry vision.

"Anasitriel do not move."

"Good morning to you to Cas." I said shifting in his iron grip. I tried paying no attention to the girl but her staring was pissing me off. It only added to the discomfort and shame I felt from my outburst that put me in this position.

"What the hell are you looking at!"

"Don't answer that Jo she's just woke up on the wrong side of the bed." The wheelchair bound man named Bobby rolled into site with a slightly older looking woman with brown hair. I made the connection that the rude girl with staring problems must be her daughter.

"So this is the demon all the other hunters were talking about?" The girl said with an unimpressed look upon her face. "I'm not impressed."

"I figured." I replied not caring if she wanted me to or not. I then heard Castiel's voice in my brain scolding me for being rude to his friends. His Friends, why should I be nice to them? The girl made a ugly face before walking into the kitchen with her mother following.

"It's rude to not introduce me to your friends Bobby, I feel left out."

"You don't need to know them!" Bobby seemed to snap at me before rolling off. Then I was alone again besides for the angel to my right that is. He gave me a disappointed look and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't talk to me angel wings I'm pissed at you."

"Bobby, you here?" Dean said entering the home with Sam following close behind. Ellen, Jo and Bobby were all accounted for in the kitchen. The Winchester brothers exchanged hellos and did a little bit of catching up before getting straight to business.

"A demon named Crowley has the colt, our only shot to have a chance to kill the devil. Sam and I have been thinking and our plan is to fine this sneaky bastard snatch the gun kill some demons and hunt the devil."

"Sounds simple, I like it." Jo replied before taking a slight glance toward where a ticked of demon lay. Sam caught her look and began to wonder why she looked so tense about it.

"So Bobby what about our demon?"

"Cas has her in the den." Sam and Dean both got up to find the mismatched eyed demon sitting with her back turned to their angel friend. Castiel looked up at Dean and crinkled his brow.

"She said she was pissed at me?"

Authors note- I hope you enjoy that chapter and tomorrow I will publish the next one I promise! Anyway review and alert and stay awesome!