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Two demons and their Nightingale

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Hey guys and girls! Here is the second story for Tessa and Crowley.

“Are you sure this is where she’ll appear?” Castiel asked Seraphina as he peered up at the sky.

“Yes, I’m quite sure”, the woman replied, looking upward as well “get ready to catch her in 3…2…” a swirling portal appeared above their heads and a body dropped from it, into the angel’s awaiting arms “told ya. Right on time”.

“She looks so young”, Castiel remarked “I expected someone…older”.

“Well, prophecies don’t tend to give an accurate description of anything”, Seraphina reminded him “Our lives would be a lot easier” she then frowned, sensing something from the young woman “Cas, can you feel that?”

The angel nodded “she’s with child. Not a normal one either”, he stated.

“That’ll probably complicate things”, Seraphina remarked.

“No, it won’t”,  Castiel said “this changes nothing. She is still the key to stopping the rise of Lucifer”.

“But…” Seraphina started.

“Thank you for showing me where she appeared, Seraphina”, Castiel interrupted “we will let you know if you or your peoples services are needed again. Need I remind you that you’re just an Observer only?” he looked at her pointedly.

“No, there is no need”, Seraphina replied “I know my place”.

“Good”, Castiel said and with a flutter of wings, he disappeared. As soon as he was gone, she made a face.

“Arrogant angel. You don’t know me at all”, Seraphina said to herself. She had quite content to simply do her job: take the angel to where Tessa was going to appear and then take a step back, allowing her fate to unwind in the way God had intended. Though now she knew that Tessa was expecting…there was no way she was going to sit on the side-lines. To hell with the consequences.  Seraphina turned on the spot and vanished.

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If there was one thing Dean Winchester hated, was boredom. And he was getting plenty of that waiting for the mysterious Castiel to appear. “You sure you did the ritual right?” he asked Bobby who shot him a look “Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?”

Suddenly a loud rattling shakes the warehouse roof and the two of them spring into action. “Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind”, Dean remarked, holding his shot gun tightly. The warehouse door bursts open and Castiel entered, light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passed them. As approached the two humans, they opened fire but of course being an angel, their puny weapons did nothing to him. “Who are you?” Dean demanded, snatching up the demon killing knife.

“I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition”, Castiel simply answered.

“Yeah. Thanks for that”, Dean said before stabbing the blade into the angel’s chest. Castiel looked down at it and pulled it out, dropping it to the floor. Bobby tried to attack from behind but Castiel used the man’s weapon to swing him around. He touched the hunter on the forehead with his fingertips and Bobby crumples to the ground.

“We need to talk, Dean. Alone”, Castiel said. Dean just ignored him in favour of checking on the man who was like a father to him. “Your friend's alive”, the angel assured him.

“Who are you?” Dean ordered.

“Castiel”, Castiel replied.

“Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?” Dean elaborated.

“I'm an Angel of the Lord”, Castiel informed him.

Dean scoffed “Get the hell out of here”, he said “There's no such thing”.

“This is your problem, Dean. Unlike Tessa, you have no faith”, Castiel said. In the briefest moment she’d regained consciousness, he had managed to tell her that he was an angel. She seemed to accept it quite easily before going into a panic attack which forced him to put her to sleep to avoid any unnecessary stress that could put her unborn baby at risk. While he couldn’t understand how she could conceive a child with a demon, he knew that she was going to play an important role in stopping the devil himself…according to the prophecy. That meant both her AND her baby had to be kept healthy and safe. If Tessa had a miscarriage, she wouldn’t be inclined to help them. And he didn’t want incur her wrath as…according to the prophecies again…she was supposedly quite powerful, able to manipulate the elements with ease.

The angel disappeared in front of Dean’s eyes only to reappear a second later with a woman in his arms. “Who’s that?” Dean asked as the angel laid her down on the table.

“This is Tessa and she needs to be protected”, Castiel explained.

“Yeah…I’m think I’m the best person for bodyguard duty”, Dean stated. With what he and his brother did for a living, there was no way he could keep this woman safe.

“You don’t have a choice Dean. We have work for you and keeping her safe is part of it”, Castiel said firmly. As soon as he said those words, lightening flashed behind him revealing the angels large shadowy wings. Dean took a step back, a little startled.

“So, you saved me from Hell just to protect some random woman?” he questioned.

“I rescued you because God commanded it. And this is no ‘random woman’ as you put it. She is the key in preventing a great evil from rising and you WILL keep her safe”, Castiel answered.

Dean put his hands up “Ok, fine. I’ll protect her”, he said, resigned to the job that the ‘angel’ had given him. If anything, this Tessa person might be able to shed some light on Castiel and the truth of what he actually is.

“Good”, Castiel said and with that he disappeared. It wasn’t long after the alleged angel had gone that Bobby woke up.

“Where is he?” he demanded jumping to his feet.

“Castiel is gone and he left her behind”, Dean replied, nodding to Tessa. Bobby went over to the young woman, checking her pulse. That was when he noticed the tattoo on her wrist.

“Did he say why?” Bobby questioned, gently taking hold of the blonde’s wrist, holding it up to get a better look at the design.

“Something about her being the key in preventing some great evil from rising”, Dean answered “and he was pretty insistent I protect her”.

“I can see why”, Bobby said “do you know what this is?” he asked gesturing to Tessa’s tattoo.

Dean shrugged “it’s a tattoo, Bobby”, he replied, not seeing the significance of it.

“Its not just any old tattoo. I’ve have to do some research to make sure but that is the symbol of someone who is supposedly very powerful”, Bobby told him “and if its true, she’ll be someone we want on our side”. 

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Sam handed Tessa a mug of tea which she accepted with a nod of thanks. It had been three days since she had landed in their world and she’d barely spoken a word to them. Not that anyone blamed her.

“Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel”, Dean insisted for the nth time.

“Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?” Sam questioned sitting down next to Tessa.

“Maybe he's some kind of demon”,  Dean suggested “Demons lie”.

“A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!” Sam exclaimed.

“Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?” Dean argued.

“Yeah. You just did, Dean”, Sam shot back.

“I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me”, Dean said “cos, she ain’t being much help”, he added nodding to Tessa. He had hoped that she would be able to provide some insight but all they got from her was how she ended up in their world…which he still thought was pretty crazy…and not a lot else. And this was the woman Castiel wanted him to protect? He needed a lot more to go on than some bonkers world jumping story.

“She’s been through a lot, these past few days, Dean”, Sam said, coming to the blonde’s defence “it isn’t fair to be asking her for help”.

“It’s ok Sam”, Tessa quietly spoke up “you guys were kind enough to take me in. I should help”. Sam was been right, she had been through a lot. And she was still trying to get her head around being in a different world without her loved ones. Her heart ached at the thought of Crowley. She missed him so much! He must be going spare back home.

Then of course there was that very big bomb that the Winchesters…or rather Dean had dropped. Well, she didn’t think he had meant to but she had overheard him talking to Bobby when it came out. In all honesty, she still didn’t quite believe what she heard. Yes, she had her gift with the plants and things…but controlling four elements? Utterly barmy. And the thing about her being some key to stopping a great evil? Now that was insane! She just wanted to go home, back to her boyfriend where she would get the love and support that she needed during her pregnancy.

“About time”, Dean grumbled and both Bobby and Sam shot him a look.

Tessa took a sip of her tea “angels ARE real. Back in my world, I had a close friend who was one. And I’m pretty sure Castiel is one too”.

“That may be the case were you come from but here I’m not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!”

“I’ve scoured through stacks of these books and they’re all saying the same thing”, Bobby said from where he sat at his desk, books scattered all over it “an angel can snatch a soul from the pit”.

“What else could do it?” Dean asked “could whatever Tessa is, do it?”

“Airlift your ass out of the hot box? From what I’ve been able to find out, no. It’s just angels”, Bobby answered.

“Dean, this is good news”, Sam said.

“How?” Dean questioned.

“Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?” Sam said.

“Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?” Dean asked.

“Is that such a crazy notion?” Tessa counter questioned in between sips of her tea “there’s angels and demons. Why not can’t there be a God too?”

“If there was a God and that’s a big if why would he give a crap about me?” Dean queried “I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy”.

“Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs”, Sam said.

Dean shuddered “Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God”.

“Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat”, Sam teased.

Dean sighed “Fine. What do we know about angels?”

“Well, there’s a lot of lore to go through here. So time to start reading”, Bobby replied, selecting a book and holding it out to Dean. The older Winchester made a face but took the book anyway.

“You're gonna get me some pie”, he said, turning to his brother.

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After hours of combing through the books, Sam, Dean and Bobby left the house to go check on a friend of the older hunter. Tessa opted to stay behind as she was feeling rather tired. She lay on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Tessa sighed and lightly rubbed her stomach. She’d guessed that she was at least 3 weeks along by now as it was roughly the amount of time since the first day of her period. Which meant she had approximately 37 weeks left. 37 weeks to find a way home as she wanted to be back before the baby was born. The sooner the better.

“I’ll get us back to daddy, I promise”, she quietly vowed. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When Bobby finally got back to the house, he found her still asleep. He decided not to wake her as it was better to let her rest. The young woman definitely needed it. He froze when the lights began to flicker and his breath became visible. Bobby immediately went over to Tessa, shaking her awake. “Tessa, Tessa!”

“Mm?” she asked sleepily.

“You gotta get up. It’s not safe”, Bobby said. Tessa got up from the sofa and looked at Bobby questioningly when her breath came out like a fine mist.

“What’s going on?” Tessa questioned, worriedly. Bobby opened his mouth to answer her when they both heard girlish laughter. He snatched up an iron poker from the fireplace and headed toward the source of the noise, Tessa following him.

They watched a ball bounce down the stairs and when it stopped at the bottom, the pair heard something behind them. Tessa and Bobby turned to see two twin girls standing there. “Tessa, run”, Bobby ordered “now!”

The blonde quickly took off, letting out a scream when she was thrown into a wall by an invisible force. She slumped to the floor, unconscious. That was were Sam and Dean had found her, hours later. “Tess…Tessa!” the latter said loudly.

“What happened?” Sam asked when she eventually stirred.

“I could see my breath…child’s laughter…two girls”, Tessa replied, sitting up and clutching her head with a groan.

“Where’s Bobby?” Dean questioned.

“I don’t know. I was thrown into a wall”, Tessa told him “how could little girls do that? Unless they weren’t human”.

“Technically they still are, but they’re ghosts now which means they are able to do things like throwing people into walls”, Sam explained, helping her to her feet

“Of course ghosts exist”, Tessa muttered “if angels and demons do, why not Casper the unfriendly ghost?”

“Hate to tell you this but theres more things out there than those”, Dean said.

“Will get into that later though”, Sam quickly added “I’m gonna check outside for Bobby. You two look around here”. He then left the home, taking his gun with him.

“Here, take this”, Dean said, picking up the poker, holding it out to Tessa.

“Uh…what will this do against a ghost?” she asked.

“Iron repels them”, Dean replied “as does rock salt”, he added, holding up his gun.

“I’m so gonna need that crash course later”, Tessa said taking the poker from him.

“You will”, Dean promised. If he had to protect her, like Castiel said, he would feel a lot better knowing that she was aware of the supernatural dangers besides demons. The pair headed upstairs. “Bobby? Ya here?” Dean called as they searched for the missing hunter.

Doors slammed shut in the hall, all except one which slowly creaked open. “Come out, come out, whoever you are”, he called. behind the two of them, a woman with brown hair appeared.

“Dean Winchester”, she said, making turn around “Still so bossy. You don't recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut”.

“Meg?” Dean asked, not lowering the shotgun.

“Hi”, she greeted “It's okay, I'm not a demon”, the woman assured them.

“You're the girl the demon possessed”, Dean stated.

“Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood”, Meg took a step forward and held up her hands when Dean raised the shotgun a little more “It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl. Sorry -- was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner...” she puts a hand on her head “in here. Now, I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people”.

“I'm sorry”, Dean said quietly.

“Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?” Meg retorted. Tessa shot Dean a shocked look at that. “Yeah, I was pretty shocked too”, Meg added “in fact I was screaming, pleading for you to help me” she looked pointedly at Dean “You're supposed to help people, Dean. Why didn't you help me?”

“I'm sorry”, Dean repeated.

“Stop saying you're sorry!” Meg screamed, slapping Dean across the face, knocking him to the floor. Tessa threw the poker at the woman and she vanished.

“Thanks”, Dean said pushing himself up from the floor.

“You’re welcome”, Tessa said picking up the poker “you really didn’t know she wanted help”.

“I had no idea”, Dean admitted “I wish I did then she would’ve been alive right now”.

“Well, whats done is done”, Tessa said “I’m sure you did your best and that’s all anyone can hope for”.

“Yeah…I suppose”, Dean agreed. He still felt a lot of guilt over Meg’s death and it made him wonder, how many of the other demons did they get rid of had people inside them begging for help?

“Come on, lets go find Bobby”, Tessa said. She started off when she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness come over her. “Not again…” she muttered, bracing a hand against the wall.

“Are you alright?” Dean asked, concerned.

“Yeah…its just the baby”, Tessa replied holding a hand on her stomach.

“You’re pregnant?” Dean questioned, staring at her in shock. Castiel never said a word that she was expecting.

Tessa nodded “I am”, she confirmed “only three weeks or so along. So pretty early still”. When they found Sam and Bobby, Dean informed them of her condition. As a result, she was made to stay in Bobby’s Panic Room while they dealt with the ghosts.

The blonde sighed as she impatiently paced around the small room. She was regretting telling Dean about the baby as now she wasn’t allowed to help. It probably also meant that she was more than likely going to be stuck in the house with Bobby when the boys went off to fight supernatural things. And though she would understand their reasoning, it’ll still annoy her. After all, she had got her affinity with plants and flowers PLUS allegedly the ability to manipulate the other elements. Also it was kinda impossible stopping a ‘great evil’, whatever the hell it was, from the side lines.

“They’re not going to make me stay behind”, she said to her unborn child “no way”.

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That night, Dean was woken to find Castiel in the kitchen. “Excellent job with the witnesses”, the angel said “and for keeping Tessa safe”.

“You were hip to all this?” Dean asked, surprised. If the angels knew what was going on, why didn’t they step in?

“I was…uh…made aware”, Castiel admitted.

“Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest”, Dean said, sarcastically “and when were you going to mention that the woman I’m supposed to be protecting is pregnant?”

“She told you?” Castiel questioned, surprised.

“Yeah, after she nearly keeled over”, Dean sassed “how do you expect me to keep her and the baby safe when there’s an apocalypse coming?”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way”, Castiel replied. 

Dean scoffed “I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos -- you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks”.

“Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier”, Castiel said.

“Yeah? Then, why didn't you fight?” Dean argued.

“I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns, big things afoot”, Castiel explained “The rising of the Witnesses is one of the 66 seals”.

“Okay. I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld”, Dean joked.

“Those seals are being broken by Lilith”, Castiel continued.

“She did the spell”, Dean realised “She rose the witnesses”.

“Mm-hmm. And not just here. 20 other hunters are dead”, the angel informed him.

“Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us”, Dean said. That made sense in a twisted kind of way. Break a Seal and get rid of a few people who are a threat to the supernatural world.

“Lilith has a certain sense of humour”, Castiel stated.

“Well, we put those spirits back to rest”, Dean told him.

“It doesn't matter. The seal was broken”, Castiel said, gravely.

“Why break the seal anyway?” Dean asked.

“You think of the seals as locks on a door”, Castiel answered.

“Okay. Last one opens and...” Dean started.

“Lucifer walks free”, Castiel finished.

Dean raised his brows “Lucifer?” he repeated “But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at demon Sunday school. There's no such thing”.

“Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me”, Castiel reminded him “Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?”

“To stop Lucifer”, Dean answered.

“That's why we've arrived”, Castiel said “that is why Tessa is here too, she’s the key in preventing his rise”. With those words he vanished, leaving Dean alone in the kitchen.

“He’s right, I am the key”, Tessa said from the doorway, making the man look over at her. Dean did a double take when he took in her appearance. Her hair was almost white and she was wearing a long white dress. There was also a glow surrounding her which made her look the way he would’ve pictured an angel. He could only watch as she walked towards him. She placed a hand on his cheek “time to wake up”, she said quietly.

Dean’s eyes flew open. He was laying on the sleeping bag on the living room floor and it was daylight. It was a dream. “You all right? What's wrong, Dean?” Sam asked noticing the look on his brothers face as he went to sit on the sofa.

“So... You got no problem believing in... God and Angels?” Dean questioned.

“No, not really”, Sam replied.

“So, I guess that means that you believe in the Devil?” Dean tentatively asked.

Sam frowned, a bit confused “Why are you asking me all this?”

“It was just a dream I had”, Dean answered vaguely “brought up some questions”.