Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Demons: A Supernatural Fanfic ❯ Back to Work ( Chapter 12 )

12. Back to Work

“Man, these two weeks have just flown by. I wish we had more than just one week left. I could get used to this.” Sam said as he held a beer in his hand, one arm around Ruby. The sun was shining bright and the air was hot. Grace and Dean had met them outside in the pool area, intent on having a good swim and getting some sun tanning in. Well, that was mostly the girl's plan. Sam and Dean just planned on sitting around and talking while enjoying an ice cold beer.

“I know right? I'd kill to live in a place like this.” Ruby said, taking a sip of her margarita. They all took seats by the pool and talked for a few minutes, waiting for the noon crowd to leave.

“I'd almost forgotten what the sun feels like. It's been awhile since we left the hotel.” Dean said smiling, thinking back on the last few days and how lucky he'd been. He and Grace had won at every game of pool or poker they'd played. Dean loved making major money while on vacation.

“At least you guys came out of your rooms. I haven't seen Castiel or Rachel at all. They're not dead or anything are they?” Sam murmured. Grace and Ruby exchanged amused glances.

“Oh no, they're still up there.” Grace said laughingly.

“Yeah, they're not dead, they've just been….um….busy.” Ruby said.

Dean smirked. “Good thing the walls are soundproof.”

Sam laughed. “Who knew angels could be so horny?”

“Sam and I saw a room service guy bring quite a few cheeseburgers and bottles of vodka up to their room on our way down to the casino about five days ago.” Ruby murmured. Everyone laughed, knowing full and well how much Castiel loved cheeseburgers. Looking around they realized the crowd has dissipated and Ruby and Grace jumped into the pool while Dean and Sam sat and talked for a few more minutes.

“You know, I have to admit Sammy, I like being a married man. It's really not that bad. I don't see why guys complain about it.” Dean murmured as he grabbed another beer. Sam took a drink of his and sighed. “Well, we haven't been married long, so we don't really have a whole lot of experience to draw upon. I agree though, it's really nice. Have you heard from Bobby lately?”

Dean nodded, smiling as Grace dunked Ruby under, noticing the way the water seemed to sparkle off her skin and how the light blue bikini she was wearing highlighted her blonde hair and blue eyes. “Yeah, he called a couple of days ago. He'll meet us here in a week and then we'll all drive back home.”

“Cool. Ruby and I want to ride with you and Grace this time though, just for old time's sake.” Sam said. Dean shrugged. “Yeah okay, whatever, it doesn't matter to me. What, were you and Ruby making out so much that Bobby started griping at you?”

“No! God Dean, we have more class than that. He got sick of us texting each other the whole time.” Sam muttered indignantly. Dean smiled. “You won't hear me complain if you do that. The more texting you do, the less you'll talk. Grace and I can listen and sing our hearts out to all the classic rock music in my car and you'll be too distracted to complain about it. After awhile your voice can be annoying, what with all that smart people talking you do.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Just because I use terms you don't know you don't even like the sound of my voice? Thanks Dean, my self confidence just went down 10 points.”

“Just stating the obvious Sam.” Dean murmured.

“Bitch.” Sam retorted.

“Jerk.” Dean said.

“Hey, why don't you two join us?” Ruby asked, swimming over to the edge where the brothers sat and grabbing her drink. Sam and Dean exchanged glances. Dean shrugged. “The chlorine could burn my eyes. It irritates my skin too.” In all honesty, Dean didn't really want to get in, but Grace saw right through him. She rolled her eyes and snorted. “You're lying Dean. Come on, the water feels really nice and cool.” She said, splashing some of it onto him.

“Sheesh and I thought Castiel and Rachel were buzz kills. He's as jumpy as a cat. Is he afraid of getting sunburned or something?” Ruby muttered. Sam looked at Dean sympathetically and shrugged. “Take it easy on him girls, you're talking about a man who's worried about his bowel movements and sex life. Who knows, maybe the cold water would send his old heart into a conniption and he'd die.”

Ruby and Grace laughed and Dean looked at Sam and glared. “You told them about that?” he fumed. Sam nodded. Ruby held up a calming hand. “Take it easy Dean, Sam told me. Who knew Castiel had such a sense of humor? Don't worry about getting in the water old man; we don't want you to hurt yourself.”

He rolled his eyes and looked at Grace. “How did you find out?” Grace looked up at him and managed to stop giggling. “Well on the way home after you guys rescued us, Castiel told Rachel and Rachel told me.”

Dean sighed in annoyance. “Great, so everyone knows. Bobby has probably even heard about it by now.”

“Well look at it this way, at least he can help you find a good geriatric doctor and help you with your Medicare forms.” Sam said laughingly. “Shut up Sam.” Dean muttered. While they had been talking Ruby and Grace had gotten out of the pool. Sneaking soundlessly up behind the boys, they pushed them in and then followed, laughing. A water fight commenced and eventually security had to be called out because it was getting out of hand, with the fact that a lot of water had been splashed out and that Grace and Ruby had stolen the boys' swimming trunks and were being chased around the pool. After security escorted them out they all went back up to their rooms and changed. A night on the town sounded just like the thing they all needed…..

“I wonder what our friends are doing. I haven't sensed their presence for awhile now.” Castiel murmured softly, running his fingers through Rachel's hair as she laid on his chest. Rachel's eyes were closed, feeling so relaxed that she could sleep, but she wouldn't. After a few seconds of concentration she located Grace and reached out to her telepathically.

“According to Grace, they are going out to dinner and then to a magic show at some point. After that they'll probably do some gambling or play pool. She doesn't know when they'll be back. It probably won't be until dawn, knowing her and Ruby.” Rachel murmured, never opening her eyes. Castiel's fingers had slipped through the silky waves of her hair and were slowly trailing down her back. His other hand cupped the underside of her breast and he teased her nipple leisurely with his thumb, sending sparks of heat down her spine and making her body tingle with awareness. She sighed quietly, smiling as she felt him grow hard inside her again. “Too bad our time here is almost gone.” She murmured.

“I know. It would be nice if we could stay longer.” He said, shifting his hips a little. Rachel's toes curled and she laughed darkly, amazed that no matter how many times they came together she always wanted more. “Didn't you brag that by the time our vacation was over that the sex count would be in the low hundreds or something? At my last count it was in the low nineties. Of course, considering how many times I've had multiple orgasms, I could have lost track. That's your fault you know.” She murmured laughingly.

“Hmm, well I'll just have to get to work on that. I can't go back on my word after all. Oh, and I guess I'll have to limit the multiple orgasms I give you too. No more than six in a row I think.”

Rachel laughed. “I don't think you'll be able to stop yourself. I have more control than you do. I dare you to prove me wrong.”

“Oh, is that a challenge? You're going down honey. I'll have you screaming my name in no time.”

Rachel sat up, straddling him, clenching her inner muscles round him and shifting her hips in a circle, grinning in satisfaction as Castiel gasped and grabbed her ass, pulling her deeper. “Not if I make you yell mine first. We both know I can last longer than you can.”

Castiel looked up at her, his grey eyes filling with heat.

“We'll just see about that.”

“Wow, I hope Bobby isn't mad about us being a few minutes late.” Dean said as he and Grace slipped into the elevator alongside Sam and Ruby. “Has anyone seen Castiel or Rachel?” he asked. Sam shrugged. “We haven't.”

They got out and walked into the lobby, seeing Bobby and standing by him were Castiel and Rachel. Their appearances were a little disheveled, the clothes they had being wrinkled and a little crooked because they had been put on in a hurry. Castiel's hair was sticking out in a few places and the stubble on his face was starting to grow into a short beard. Rachel's hair was a thick mass of uncombed waves. Still, for a couple that had been in their rooms for three continuous weeks, they didn't look terribly bad.

“So, you two finally came out of that room. I got to be honest, for a few days there I thought you were dead.” Dean murmured, walking up to them.

“Yeah, you guys didn't call or text or anything. The only thing we saw was a room service guy dropping off cheeseburgers and vodka.” Sam said smiling. Castiel looked at Rachel and they both grinned. “You saw that huh?” Castiel murmured sheepishly. Sam nodded. “Yeah, and I'm sure as hell glad I don't have to pay the bill.” He looked over at Dean and smirked as the clerk handed his brother the bill and Dean's eyes widened. “Holy Hell, 350$ worth of vodka and cheeseburgers for you two alone, and that's not even counting all the things that we did! Next time, I pick where we're going, and you two are getting put on a budget.” Dean groused, looking at Castiel and Rachel, who had the nerve to laugh and not look ashamed. Dean, irked though he was, couldn't help but smile in amusement as he surveyed the change in he two angels, the way their eyes were glued to each other, smiling goofy smiles and laughing quietly, acting just like any mortal newlyweds would. He was happy for them, believing in all his heart that they deserved every moment of happiness they'd had. After paying the bill they went outside to their cars and prepared for the long trip home.

While the guys were loading the luggage, the girls stood off to the side, talking quietly. “So, how was it?” Ruby asked Rachel, giggling. Rachel blushed, murmuring that it was everything she had hoped it would be and more, telling her friends that it couldn't have been anymore perfect.

“So, how good was he?” Grace murmured, glancing over at Castiel and then laughing as Rachel's eyes lit up and she blushed again. “Well…..I don't know if we should discuss this here….”

“Oh come on, I've been waiting forever to hear about this. We can talk about all the juicy details when we get home. In the meantime, come on Rachel; give us something to go on.” Grace pleaded, giving Rachel her best pouty look. Rachel sighed, unable to refuse Grace or the look. “Well, let's just say that the last ten minutes before we left our room were spent packing, getting our clothes on that hadn't been worn since the night we'd come here, and learning how to walk again. In fact, Castiel fell out of bed because we haven't walked in so long. I nearly did a face plant when I stood up. I never wanted to leave that bed.”

Grace and Ruby exchanged amused glances.

“Come on guys, we're ready to go.” Dean yelled, distracting them. “Okay, give us one more thing before we go. Please.” Ruby begged. Rachel smiled, relenting.

“Okay, fine. Let's just say that before this trip I had no idea I was such a screamer.” She walked off, ignoring the squeals of surprise and laughter of the two demons. She got into Bobby's car, wedging herself in between him and Castiel. After a few minutes of asking Bobby what he had been up to the conversation lapsed into silence. Even so, it didn't make the angels uncomfortable. While Bobby hummed to the old country songs that were playing on the radio, Rachel put her head on Castiel's shoulder and they both quietly drifted into sleep, their dreams melding into one as they talked inside the safe confines of their minds.

Not surprisingly, all the way back home Dean and Grace were singing at the top of their lungs to all the classic rock songs that blared from the speakers. Sam and Ruby sat in the back, talking quietly and stealing a kiss every now and then. After awhile they were all singing out to the songs, laughing and enjoying themselves through the whole ride home. About three quarters of the way home they had to stop for gas. Everyone was amused to find Castiel and Rachel sleeping, even Bobby. He wanted to ask them if they needed anything but didn't have the heart to wake Rachel up, she looked so peaceful.

Dean went inside to pay for his gas and get some pie, handing Grace the keys. She smiled and looked out to Bobby's car. “Awww. Look at them curled up in the front seat like that and sleeping.”

Dean looked out at them and smirked. “Poor guys, they're probably exhausted from all that sex. That's got to be the most sleep they've had in weeks.” Grace laughed, feeling tempted to say something more but stopping herself. Dean had no idea just how right he was. Grace knew for a fact, because she had spoken to Rachel telepathically more than once while Dean had been sleeping that she and Castiel hadn't slept at all. Grace hadn't needed to read Rachel's mind or even ask to know what the two angels had been doing the whole time. It may have amused the demon immensely, but she was also glad for her best friend. Rachel deserved to be happy, especially after all the hell her sister had put her through, not to mention the past few months with Sam and Dean. She walked out to the impala, keys in hand, slipping into the driver's seat. She noticed Sam and Ruby who were lip locked in the back seat. Clearing her throat she murmured, “Hey guys, heads up okay? Dean's coming.”

“Thanks Grace.” Sam said appreciatively, pulling his lips and tongue out of Ruby's mouth a second later. Dean got in, his pie in hand. He turned up the rock song “Rock of Ages” that was playing and smiled wryly, knowing full and well what his brother had been doing. He rolled his eyes and dug into his pie. Those two are even hornier than Castiel and Rachel I think. At least the angels don't make it obvious.

Eventually, long after dark, they all made it to Bobby's house. Castiel and Rachel were awake by then and everyone got their things. The girls set up a schedule to wash their clothes and unpacked. For the next few weeks life was easy and good for everyone. They only took a few hunting jobs, easy compared to what they had faced during the Apocalypse, and other than that relaxed around the house, watching TV, staying up late, and sleeping in. The girls would cook the meals, dishes, laundry, and just tidy up around Bobby's neglected house, adding a small feminine touch that hadn't been present since his wife's passing. They worried, thinking it might depress him, but in fact it did the opposite, cheering him up. “At least someone is getting some good use out of this old dump.” He would say. Most nights they would play games that included poker, scrabble, checkers, hangman, and twenty questions. It got even more fun once they invested in a gaming system, and much amusement was had in teaching Castiel how to maneuver the controls. They would all stay up long into the night, drinking a few beers and having a wonderful time. During those late nights Rachel would most often be found with Bobby in his study, claiming that she would rather not play. She would sit by his side, translating ancient texts and explaining what certain ancient runes or symbols meant, what their powers were and how to counteract them and so forth. In the process of adding to his already immense library of paranormal knowledge, he would end up telling the angel things that he had never told anyone else, well guarded secrets and buried stories and memories from his past that he had dared not voice before. Rachel would just sit quietly by his side and do what she did best; to listen, give comfort, try to heal a shattered soul, restore a shaky faith, and mend a broken heart. She learned many things during those nights that no other mortal knew about Bobby Singer, save he himself. She would never tell however, she would never bring herself to break the mortal's fragile trust. He told her one evening that he couldn't help it, that she reminded him so much of the wife he'd had, young, kind, shy, quiet, wise. Rachel had been humbled, not knowing what to say, listening as he told her about the accident in which his wife had died. He had been young, not a hunter, not knowing what to do once his a demon had possessed his wife. He'd stabbed her to death, killing the monster, but also losing her. Rachel's heart would hurt as he told the story, crying, but she knew that is was her job to guard him, listen, and keep his secrets. They spent many nights this way, she would research and he would tell her things that no other soul knew, or ever would.

After a few weeks of relaxation and restoration, the group got a call from Ellen. She and her daughter were up in Maine, needing help with a nest full of vampires that were preying on humans and had recently started kidnapping people. They packed their bags and left, Bobby staying behind and continuing with his research. They met Ellen at the hotel she was staying at.

“You didn't call me this time either! What the hell Dean? You said you would!” she groused, slapping him.

“That goes for you too mister!” she said, slapping Sam. “Would it kill you two to pick up a damn phone and call me? I've been worried sick about you!”

“Sorry Ellen.” Dean and Sam muttered simultaneously, rubbing their cheeks. She looked over at Grace and smiled, shaking her hand. “It's good to see you again. Are these your friends? They're hunters too I hope.”

Grace nodded. “This is Castiel and Rachel.” She murmured. Ellen shook their hands.

Sam spoke up. “This is my wife Ruby.”

Ellen's eyes widened. “You didn't invite me to the wedding either? You're killing me you guys.” Ellen murmured smiling, shaking Ruby's hand.

Dean explained that he had married Grace and also explained that their friends, Castiel and Rachel, had gotten married right along with him and Sam. Ellen had stood in silence for a moment, dumbfounded, and then called for Jo to come over and meet the new hunters.

Jo had heard everything, and even though she was obviously mad because Dean had married Grace, she was smart enough to hold her tongue and say nothing. She shook everyone's hands, even Grace's, and then handed them the information on the latest victim. She was a teenage girl who had been kidnapped the previous evening by a vamp. After thanking Ellen and Jo for their help, the group went to the victim's address. Dean and Sam had thought ahead and gotten FBI I.D. badges for everyone, bringing along suits for themselves and outfits for the girls. Castiel didn't need an outfit Dean said, because in his long trench coat coupled with his white dress shirt and black pants and shoes, already looked the part. They stopped at a local gas station to change and then located the victim's house. All the girls were wearing black business women's suits that had skirts instead of pants. They had put their hair up and to further the disguise, the girls had donned glasses. Sam and Dean wore black tuxes. As Dean rang the doorbell he gave them their orders.

“Alright, Rachel, Cas, you talk to the victim's parents and find out what you can. Sam, you and Ruby look around the house for anything that seems odd or suspicious, and Grace and I will search the girl's room.”

The door opened and a man with thinning red hair stood there. He was tall and fit, his body built like a linebacker's. He had a mustache and glasses. His wife stood beside him, petite and blonde, a lot shorter than her husband, her green eyes swollen from crying.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I'm detective Monica Mason and this is my team of experts. We're with the FBI and looking into the kidnapping of your daughter. I just need to ask you a few questions, and if you cooperate and allow my team to explore your home, we'll be leaving here shortly.” Rachel murmured, flashing her badge. Everyone else pulled theirs out too and showed them. Rachel looked over at Castiel and noticed he was holding his badge upside down. Smiling softly, she corrected it and turned it right side up. “Sorry, he's new.” She apologized.

“Why would the FBI be looking into our daughter's kidnapping? I thought the police had it all under control.” Mr. Smith murmured darkly, eyeing Rachel suspiciously. Rachel's eyes narrowed, feeling a pinprick of annoyance.

“Oh please Harold, let the Feds do their job. The police haven't found anything yet so maybe they will.” The wife said tearfully, sniffing and looking up at her husband. His gaze softened. “You're right Shirley, I'm just over reacting. Sorry ma'm, it's just been so traumatic and hectic around here lately. It's not like this sort of thing happens in a place like this often, and when it's your own daughter….” He got teary eyed and looked away, unable to finish.

“We understand and that's why we're looking into it. Your daughter isn't the first one to disappear under such odd circumstances. Why don't we come inside and you can answer some questions for me.” They let the group into their home. Sam and Ruby started going through the house, room by room, looking for anything that might give them a clue. While the couple led Rachel and Castiel into their living room and she began questioning them, Grace and Dean went up to the girl's room. They opened the door and were utterly shocked.

“I don't know how it could have happened. Our daughter was always such a nice girl.” Mrs. Smith said. She and her husband led Rachel and Castiel over to the fireplace mantle and began telling them their daughter's life story. Rachel inwardly sighed, knowing it might take awhile before she heard anything valuable.

While the couple's backs were turned she leaned lightly against Castiel, who stood behind her. Feeling his warm breath on her neck she shuddered slightly, getting goose bumps. His lips lightly skimmed her neck, drifting up to her ear. “You look so sexy like this, and yet, I want to rip your clothes off.” He whispered seductively, his voice dropping low.

Rachel felt her knees go weak. She licked her lips nervously, her body growing warm. She managed to keep her mind clear however, pushing down her arousal. “Business comes first Cas.” She murmured quietly.

“It wouldn't hurt to mix a little pleasure in though, would it?” he murmured softly, nibbling her ear while his arm wrapped around her waist. She grabbed his hand and reluctantly pulled it away. She had to focus.

“We can play later, but right now we have work to do. Don't tempt me Cas.” Rachel murmured quietly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible undercurrent of warning. She heard him let out an almost inaudible sigh.

“Fine. I'll be a good boy and wait.” He said glumly. She risked a glance at him and found his face in a pout, his grey eyes looking at her like a sad puppy's. Rachel felt a twinge of sympathy and gave him a light kiss.

“I promise once we're home you can do all those dirty little thoughts that are swirling around in your head to me, but right now we're on assignment.”

This seemed to please him. The humans still had their backs to them so the angels sat down on the couch. As they sat and listened to the most boring life story that they had ever had the displeasure of hearing, Rachel hoped that Grace and Dean were doing better than she was.

“Well, I think it's safe to assume that she's a Twilight fan.” Grace murmured. All four walls were absolutely covered in pictures of the cast from the movies. The four Twilight books, collector's editions, lay on the girl's bed. The three movies, limited extended editions, were on her bedside table. Her ceiling even had a giant poster of the main male character, Edward Cullen, taped above her bed.

“Who is this guy? And why is every teenage girl alive obsessed with him? Twilight is so gay.” Dean mumbled. Grace laughed and rolled her eyes.

“He's only every girl's dream. He's like the perfect guy, all protective and he hates what he is but it's the very reason Bella loves him.” Grace said. Dean looked over at her in obvious confusion. “Who's Bella?”

“She's the main character silly! Man, you don't know anything about the Cullen's do you? I should make you read the books.” Grace said giggling. She laughed even harder when Dean looked utterly appalled.

“Yeah sure, maybe when Hell freezes over.” He mumbled, looking at a few drops of blood on the window. Grace found the girl's journal and showed it to him. He found a name and an address inside. “Well, it's the only Non- Twilight thing in her room, so she has to be there.”

“I dated a vampire once you know.” Grace murmured.

Dean looked at her in shock once again. “What was that like?”

“Well, he was too obsessed with my blood for one thing. He'd never tasted a demon's blood before. When Rachel found out about it she nearly smoked him with Holy Fire but then he found out what she was and I never saw him again.”

Dean's eyes widened. “So vamps are afraid of angels? This could be an easier hunt than I thought.”

Grace shrugged. “I guess. Most undead things are actually afraid of angels you know, because there is a God, or at least, there's supposed to be. I wish He would come back, if only for Rachel and Castiel's sakes, you know?”

Dean nodded. Most days their friends seemed fine, but there were moments when the angels seemed a little uncertain, nervous, or sad. “Yeah, me too. Even though I don't have a lot of faith, I have to admit, it's nice to believe in something. It's great that I'll be with Sam in the end.”

Looking over at the bed he grinned and looked at Grace. She looked back at him, reading his thoughts, and laughed as he grabbed her and threw her down on the bed. “Dean, we can't do this now, we're working! What if the parents come up here?” she squealed.

“Then let them. I don't mind.” Dean murmured, kissing her. Their lips met, fused, and after a playful tongue battle for supremacy, Grace won and reluctantly broke the kiss. “If we're caught then poor Rachel and Castiel will be embarrassed out of their minds. Jo might find out and while Ellen is kicking your ass about it, she'll probably tell me what a slut I am.”

Dean's jaw locked and anger filled his eyes. “If Jo ever said anything like that about you I'd punch her in the face. I've never hit a woman but I just might start. I know she's jealous and I know she still has that stupid crush on me, but she needs to get over herself. I didn't marry her. I married you. I needed a woman and she was just a girl.”

Grace smiled and nodded in understanding, knowing exactly what he meant. “ It would be nice if she realized that. Oh well. I wonder what Sam and Ruby are doing. Maybe they've found something interesting.” She mused.

Dean laughed. “They've probably found a closet to make out in or something. We need to see if they've found anything though.”

They left the room and went in search of the two. After checking all of the upstairs they went to the first floor, passing Rachel and Castiel who were listening to the parents' sob story about their daughter's life. They found Sam and Ruby, and like Dean had predicted, they were totally making out.

Or, so they thought.

Dean and Grace stood outside the pantry door, Sam and Ruby's moans so loud that neither one of them felt compelled to open it. “I sure hope they're making out in there.” Grace murmured.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “What else would they be doing?” He asked, realizing how stupid a question it was. “You don't think they're….you know….”

“Oh for the love of God, don't ask me! How the hell would I know?” Grace quietly hissed.

“Well you could read their minds right?” Dean said.

Grace gave him an I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that look. “You want to know?” she hissed again. Dean shook his head.

“Let's just leave them alone. If they have enough time to do each other then let's get the hell out of here.”

“I won't argue with that.” Grace said, following him out. Walking out into the living room they found the couple thanking Rachel for her time as she and Castiel walked to the door. They followed the angels out and Dean murmured for Mr. and Mrs. Smith to send the other two agents out when they were done exploring the pantry.

They got into Dean's car and began talking.

“Did you find out anything useful?” Grace asked.

Rachel shook her head. “No, it was just a typical sob story.” She said sighing.

“What are Ruby and Sam doing?” Castiel asked.

“Well, they're either doing it or making out, we don't know which.” Dean muttered. The angels exchanged glances, blushing.

Grace elbowed Dean and he apologized. “Sorry guys.” He mumbled. “Are you guys okay?” Grace asked, seeing their still blushing faces. They exchanged glances again and looked back at her. “We're fine.” Castiel mumbled.

“I don't believe you. I think you're hiding something.” Grace said. Rachel looked away and Castiel turned a shade redder. Before he could say anything Sam and Ruby opened the door and got into the car.

“Why didn't you guys tell us it was time to leave?” Sam asked.

“Well, we didn't want to interrupt you two. You were obviously having a private moment.” Dean said. Sam looked a little uncomfortable but Ruby smiled. “Well at least there was plenty of room in there, you know, to spread our legs.”

Sam coughed, Dean and Grace laughed, and Castiel and Rachel looked very uncomfortable.

“I think we need a new rule, no sex in another person's house unless we live there, at least while we're hunting. Can you not keep it in your pants or something Sam? I mean damn, you two are hornier than the angels. No offense guys.” Dean said.

Rachel and Castiel blushed again.

“Well hey, it's not like we were breaking any rules. We had already searched the whole house before we started anything.” Ruby said defensively.

“Good God, you guys are like fucking rabbits. You'll do it anywhere. The pantry, a gas station bathroom, the barn floor….”

“How the hell do you know about that?!” Ruby shrieked, looking at Grace. Grace just smiled.

“Well hey, Sam and I aren't nearly as bad as you two. We only used a pantry. You and Dean were going to go at it in a dead girl's room!” Ruby retorted. She and Ruby locked eyes and glared, tension making the air thick in the car. Dean and Sam exchanged worried glances.

“Bitch.” Ruby snarled, her eyes turning black.

“Whore.” Grace said, her eyes flashing to black as well. Dean and Sam looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Castiel and Rachel exchanged a look and agreed on a plan. Castiel cleared his throat. “Well, it looks like you and I aren't the only ones who had a close encounter today, is it Rachel?”

“Apparently not.” She replied. Dean and Sam looked at the two angels, their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide as they gaped. Ruby and Grace's heads snapped around, their eyes clearing as they surveyed the angels with confused faces.

“W-what?” Grace stuttered.

“What happened?” Ruby asked curiously.

“I almost ripped her clothes off when the couple wasn't looking.” Castiel said.

“Wait a minute. Why the hell would you want to do that?” Ruby asked, feeling confused.

Rachel snorted. “He wanted to fuck me, what else?”

A moment of shocked silence enveloped the car.

“Oh. My. God. Rachel said a curse word!” Grace shrieked, laughing so hard that tears fell from her eyes. Dean started laughing too. Sam smiled in amusement and Ruby sat in shocked silence.

“Good job. Those two have forgotten about tearing each other's throats out now. That was a good tension diffuser Cas.” Rachel whispered happily, wincing as Grace's and Dean's laughter grew louder.

“Thanks, but they'll probably never let us live that down. I can't believe you said a curse word.” Castiel murmured.

“Well what was I supposed to do? You told them how you wanted to rip my clothes off!” Rachel replied.

“Well you could have used the other F word.” Castiel murmured, smiling. Rachel raised a dark eyebrow. “There's another F word?”

“Of course. You could have just used the word Fornicate.” Castiel murmured.

He and Rachel exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

For a few minutes everyone was happy, the tension gone and forgotten. Afterwards they all returned their suits that they had rented and changed back into their regular clothes. Then they went to the address that had been in the girl's journal. It was an old abandoned farm house on the outskirts of town. It was almost dark when they arrived and snuck inside. The vamps were just beginning to stir when the first blows were struck. Staking them with wood, the angels, demons, and humans managed to kill 30. They found the girl and were dismayed to see that she'd already been turned. Just as Dean was about to stake her, a vampire burst out of the shadows and leaped on his back, biting him. Dean let out a yell as the monster's teeth sank into his flesh. Grace managed to stake the girl and Rachel pulled the vamp off of Dean. He took one look at her and bolted. Rachel was going to go after him but Dean's gushing would was foremost on her mind. All the other vampires were gone by that point, dead except for the one that had run. Sam came over, looking worried. Rachel's face was grim. Everyone else wandered over and asked what had happened.

“That son of a bitch bit me! I've been fucking Twilighted, that's what happened!” Dean yelled, feeling incredibly pissed off.

“Is there anything we can do to cure him?” Sam asked. The demons shrugged and Castiel didn't know, but Rachel had an idea. “If we can get some of the vamps blood that bit Dean and Dean consumes it, than it should reverse the transformation, but we have to act fast.”

“Okay then. I saw the bastard headed North, so I'll catch him and bring him back here.” Grace said. Ruby went with her. It didn't take them long to track the rogue vamp down and bring him back. Holding him down, Grace cut him deep in his arm, and even though he hissed in agony he didn't try to move, watching Rachel and Castiel nervously. Dean asked Rachel what to do.

“It's going to sound totally gross, but you need to drink his blood.” She murmured. Dean's eyes widened and he mumbled a few curse words under his breath. He followed her orders however and drank. Once he had drunk enough she stopped him and Grace killed the vampire. While Dean sat on the ground and fought the urge to puke, Sam called Ellen and told her that the vampire's nest had been destroyed and that the entire coven was dead. She was overjoyed to hear the news. Once that was done the gang made sure Dean was alright and began the journey home.

“It's kind of ironic that we're watching a horror movie about vampires don't you think? We just killed that nest three days ago.” Sam muttered. Dean shrugged, feeling glad that he wasn't a vampire anymore. Everyone was in the living room watching the movie. The sun was beginning to set outside and the air was turning even cooler. They all jumped when a blood curdling scream came from the victim as the vampire bit her and drained her of blood. The victim kept shrieking and didn't stop until her body shuddered and the last drops of blood were drained. Rachel, who had never liked horror films, sat beside Castiel and shuddered slightly. The movie went on, showing the murderous vampire killing countless victims and evading the vampire hunters that pursued him. For some reason the screams seemed to reiterate themselves in her mind, growing louder and more agonized as each minute passed. Even when the screen showed nothing remotely violent, the screams still persisted, changed, and grew darker until they were hopeless wails of torment and anguish. Rachel realized with a pang of trepidation that the screams were no longer those of the vampire victims, but that they were actually in her head, stuck there as if to tell her something….

Normally movies didn't get under her skin, but Rachel couldn't help but feel a little nervous every time a new victim was killed. It didn't make sense, the voices screaming in her head. She was an angel and hardly anything could hurt her, least of all vampires. She sighed, berating herself for giving into an irrational fear for a second, and rolled her eyes as she got up, going to check on dinner. She walked into the kitchen, looking into the oven because she had put some salmon in to bake about half an hour ago. The browning edges told her that it would be done shortly so she got some asparagus out of the refrigerator and put a skillet on the stovetop to warm, intent on making a side dish.

She washed the vegetable and set it aside, lathering some soap on her hands to wash them. She blinked and the next instant the clear water had turned to a bright red, like freshly spilled blood. Rachel's eyes widened and she sucked in a breath, unable to look away as the strange vision unfurled. She watched the sink fill with the oozing red liquid and shivered as it darkened, turning to black. Looking down at her hands, she found them covered in the blood like substance, trembling. As she stood there in confusion the hairs on the nape of her neck stood up and Rachel got the eerie feeling that she wasn't alone. A blood curdling shriek exploded from behind her and she whirled around.

But no one was there.

Rachel willed herself to calm down and heard the screams coming from the living room. Shaking her head she realized it must have been the movie. She turned back to the sink, finding the water clear and her hands clean, wondering why she'd had such a strange moment. Mentally cursing herself for feeling afraid, even for a moment, she finished her dinner preparations and everyone came in to eat. The conversation that pervaded the room was light, the atmosphere a happy one. Soon Rachel found herself smiling and laughing easily with everyone else, her odd experience soon forgotten.

A couple of months passed and soon Christmas rolled around. The day before Christmas, Bobby's house was in a flurry of activity. Grace and Dean had gone out before the weather got too bad, picking up any last minute things, Sam and Ruby were decorating a small tree that had been erected in the living room, Bobby sat on the couch, watching a sports game, and Castiel was helping Rachel in the kitchen. Well, he wasn't exactly helping per se. He was just testing out her cookies.

“Mmmm, these are really good. I think they're the best ones you've eve made.” Castiel said appraisingly, grabbing his fourth or fifth one. Rachel laughed, her eyes lighting up as she set out another batch to cool. “You always say that. Leave some for the boys okay? Dean may love pie, but he'll be really mad if you eat all the cookies.”

“Of course I'll leave them some.” He murmured with his mouth full, grabbing another one. Rachel shook her head, smiling, checking on the current batch in the oven. The door opened and Grace and Dean walked in, carrying armfuls of brown paper bags packed with groceries. Grace began unpacking and stowing things away while Dean grabbed a cookie, taking a bite and giving Rachel an enthusiastic thumbs up. Ruby walked in, giving Grace a helping hand. Castiel and Dean walked into the living room, giving the women plenty of space to prepare and cook for the Christmas meal. Rachel had asked Grace and Ruby to prepare some stuff for her ahead of time, preferring not to have to start cooking the following morning at 5 a.m.

“This is so exiting. Finally, it will be more than just you and me at Christmas time!” Grace enthusiastically said, glancing over at Rachel who was chopping up some vegetables.

“Yeah, it will actually be fun this year and not depressing like the others.” Ruby murmured, putting some of the groceries into the refrigerator.

“It will be nice to celebrate with family. I've forgotten what that feels like to tell you the truth. What did you guys get as presents anyway?” Rachel asked quietly, beginning to assemble the ingredients necessary for pie dough after her cookie baking was complete.

“Oh, it's nothing special really. Just some new tools so Dean can work on his car. I got him some oil too, for the car of course. I also got him a new shotgun.” Grace murmured.

“Wow. I'm sure he'll love that.” Rachel replied.

“That's great. I got Sam a few books I think he'd enjoy, some new computer software, and a new knife, because his old one is getting a little worn out.” Ruby said.

“Sam loves to read. It's not Wuthering Heights is it?” Grace said, having seen Sam's dilapidated copy lying on the coffee table once too often. Ruby smiled and nodded. “At least this edition won't have the pages falling out of it.”

“What about you Rachel, what did you get Castiel?” Grace asked curiously. Rachel shrugged. “Some cologne, a few very rare books……oh, and a promise to make cheeseburgers, a lot of them.”

“Wow. That's it?” Ruby said, knowing that only Castiel would have been the one to ask for cheeseburgers.

“Yeah, that's about it. Cas actually told me that he didn't really want anything because he already has the thing he wants the most. Me. I had to get him something though, in the spirit of the season, so I promised to make a lot of cheeseburgers for him, because he loves those.”

“Awww, well that was sweet of him.” Grace said.

“Yeah, I mean it's so obvious that he loves you more than anything. The guy practically worships you. So I guess that makes cheeseburgers a close second.” Ruby said laughingly.

“Don't forget about vodka.” Rachel murmured.

“Oh crap. I totally forgot something. I should have stopped by the pharmacy and picked up Dean's Viagra and laxatives.” Grace murmured giggling. The whole kitchen erupted in laughter.

“I heard that! It isn't funny Grace!” they heard Dean yell from the living room. Bobby and Sam started laughing and even though Dean was mildly annoyed, he ended up laughing too. Castiel just smiled in amusement. Grace, Ruby, and Rachel walked into the living room and joined them.

“Hey, there's something missing from the tree.” Grace murmured, looking past all of the shining ornaments, glistening tinsel, and sparkling lights. “You guys forgot to put the Christmas angel at the top.”

“I think we lost that.” Sam murmured.

“No we didn't, she's right here!” Ruby said smiling, slipping an arm around Rachel's waist and giving her a friendly squeeze.

“I hope you guys don't expect me to climb up there.” She said blushingly. They all laughed. That evening they all got their presents out and set them under the tree. The girls finished decorating the house, hanging up some stockings and putting up mistletoe in a few places. The whole house seemed to have become permeated with a jolly Christmas vibe. The next morning they woke early, but not too early. The girls set to work preparing the meal, intent on having it done by noon. Bobby, Dean, and Sam stayed in the living room, watching a sports rerun of a football game, and Castiel hovered in the kitchen, staying nearby in case Rachel needed his help. After about three hours of cooking the meal was ready and they called everyone in to eat.

“Wow, this looks amazing. Of course, Rachel did the cooking, so that's not surprising.” Dean said, gazing longingly at the pie. Sam snickered and Bobby smiled wryly. Castiel's grey eyes shone with amusement.

“Hey, we helped her. Don't we get any appreciation for our efforts?” Grace indignantly murmured. “Oh yeah, thanks babe. You did a good job too.” Dean said, patting her shoulder. She rolled her eyes. Rachel cleared her throat, getting their attention. “Alright, before we eat and Dean digs into the pie, let's say grace. Any volunteers?”

“I'll say it.” Bobby murmured. After he'd finished they all piled up their plates and began to eat. There was a large chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, green beans, corn, sweet potatoes, salad, cranberry relish, cherry pie, and pumpkin pie. The conversation was light and happy, and they all laughed as they each shared a Christmas story or memory, remembering past good times. Before they knew it a couple of hours had passed and it was late afternoon before the girls started cleaning up and the guys drifted into the living room to watch a game and wait on them to get done. Another hour passed. Once Rachel, Ruby, and Grace had put everything away and had the dishwasher going, they sauntered into the living room.

“Alright, now's the best part, opening the presents.” Dean said, dolling out the gifts. Everyone got at least six of them. Bobby got a few good kinds of whiskey from everyone, along with some translations of pre Latin texts and a new hat.

Ruby got a lot of Bath and Body Works stuff and a really nice bracelet. Grace got a good amount of cash, in other words a shopping spree, as well as some stuff from Bath and Body Works. She also got a beautiful pair of diamond earrings and a knew sheathe for her blade.

Sam got some new books, like Wuthering Heights and a few other classics, as well as some nice cologne and some computer programs for his laptop. A new knife completed his gifts. Dean got some new tools and some oil for his car. He also got some imported beer, half a dozen rock salt rounds, and a new shotgun. A few lottery tickets were also thrown in for fun.

Rachel got a card to Barnes and Noble, some cash, and a nice silver cross shaped necklace. Castiel received some cologne, a few up to date translations of some old texts, and some vodka, as well as Rachel's promise for cheeseburgers.

A flurry of thankyous followed and they all went upstairs to put their gifts away. On the way down Sam and Dean paused and looked up at the ceiling.

“Dude, I am not kissing you.” Dean said. Sam snickered and laughed, mumbling “come on bro, you know you want to.” Dean just shook his head. Everyone drifted back into the living room and made themselves comfortable. While Bobby sat in his recliner with a bottle of whiskey in hand, Sam and Dean grabbed a few beers, sitting with their wives on the couch as Grace surfed the channels for a good Christmas movie to watch. Castiel and Rachel sat on the smaller couch that was against the window. After Ruby and Grace had a friendly debate on what to watch, they settled on The Little Drummer Boy. About halfway through the movie they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Everyone looked around, exchanging surprised glances. “Did you all invite company?” Bobby asked. Everyone shook their heads. The doorbell started ringing. Rachel got up to answer it. Once she opened it, she saw who it was and gasped in surprise.

“M-Michael? What are you doing here?” she stammered nervously. What would bring an archangel to visit us on Christmas? She looked up at him, licking her lips nervously.

“I bring you tidings of comfort and joy Little Sister. I am here to give you back your sword and also to restore your position as Guardian.”

Rachel's eyes widened in shock. She almost couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Please, don't think I'm ungrateful, but I have to ask you why. Why now? Why at all? You've wanted the Guardian's Sword for centuries.”

“Well, not that being among the mortals hasn't been interesting, but I have more important issues to worry about at the moment. Father still hasn't returned and the Heavens are in utter chaos. There is unrest among us and Raphael has been stupid enough to threaten to challenge me for power. We are dangerously close to a Civil War.”

Rachel sucked in a breath. “Is there anything Castiel or I can do to help?”

Michael shook his head. “No, I don't require your assistance. It is appreciated, but unnecessary. For the time being you and Castiel need to stay on Earth and guard the Winchesters.”

“Very well. Thank you for your generous gift Michael, I have missed my sword.” The weapon glowed in her hand and she once again heard the whispers of long forgotten angel wards and spells. It was comforting. She blinked and he was gone. Walking back inside, she told everyone what had happened. They all seemed a little nervous about the archangel having been so close, but didn't say anything about it, congratulating her on getting her full powers restored.

After watching a few more Christmas movies the couples all called it a night and went to their rooms, intent on unwrapping some “private” gifts. All in all, it was a happy time for everyone, relaxing and comfortably normal. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and the good times they were having were no exception. A new foe was just on the horizon.

Darkness was coming…..