Here's a short chapter that's pretty terrible because I've been juggling drama, homework, violin, volunteering, college applications, etc, etc, etc. I have no outline for this story so what's happening is that I write what I feel in the moment, without any idea of what's going to happen, so I apologize for any plotholes/inconsistencies. I try to keep it as smooth as possible but this story has really become a roller coaster that changes with the mood I'm in when I'm writing.

Forgive me for the messiness!

The silence in the room was disturbed by your sudden vomiting. Sam was gazing at nothing, Dean was grabbing his younger brother by the shoulders, and you were in the corner of the room, heaving your guts out.

I'm so helpful. No wonder the Winchesters keep me around.

You hardly even noticed your headache that was coming on. It was progressing slower than usual, and any other time you would have been excited, but more important right now was Sam.

"Is he…" You edged closer to them once you were sure no more vomit was going to come up. "Is Sam… okay?"

"Stone one," Dean was saying. "Sammy-"

Sam tore his eyes away. "Dean, it's not Lucifer. It's Jess. She's here." His eyes were shining, and a smile was breaking across his face; a heartbreaking smile that made your stomach drop into your shoes.

"Sam, no one's there," you said gently. "There's nothing."

"You don't… you don't see her?" Sam didn't wait for an answer but walked forward, arm outstretched. "Jess, can you hear me?" He waited. The room felt electrically charged with tension, and you were vaguely aware of the putrid scent of vomit wafting from the corner.

Dean was frozen to the spot. You went closer to him.

"Dean, what's going on?" you whispered, but he didn't answer.

The world has gone insane.

"She's there. You can't see her?" Sam looked to his brother, and then to you, and your stomach plummeted when he made eye contact with you. He was brimming with hope, but desperation as well, and you had no idea who this Jess was but clearly she was important to Sam.

"No," you said softly. "No one's there, Sam."

"But I…" He ran his hands through his hair and reached out to the spot again, placing his hand in the air as though gently touching someone's cheek. "She's standing, right there."

"Whatever you're seeing, Sammy, it's not real," Dean said, deadly serious. "There's no one there. Y/N and I can't see anyone."

You yelped as there was suddenly a breeze blowing by you and someone appeared in the room. Dean reacted automatically and wielded his knife, holding it threateningly at the young man that was now standing in their room. Sam turned, reluctantly, tearing his eyes away from whatever he was seeing.

"No need for weapons," the man said simply. "My name is Daeliel."

"You're an angel. So what are you, prick or coward?" Dean said, keeping his knife up.

"Neither." The man set his jaw. "I'm here to give you a warning. Stay out of this war." He gave you a sideways glance. "This is between Heaven and Hell, not you. The human needs to stay safe. We'd like to take her, and keep her in a cell in Heaven."

Your mouth drifted open slightly. "What?" you asked, the words not quite registering in your head.

"Like hell you are," Sam said, taking his gun from his back pocket. His eyes were still red rimmed. "You're not going anywhere with Y/N."

Daeliel raised his hands. "Not here to fight. Just to tell you to stay out of it and to take the human."

"My name's Y/N," you said angrily, "and I have a say in this! And my say is no!"

The angel studied her. "We'll keep you safe. You'll be far from Crowley. He almost killed you now, did he not? In any case, you're far too useful to be left to roam on your own."

"I'm not a pet in your stupid war!" you said, appalled.

"I see." He rubbed his face. "I'm not a killer. Nor am I a torturer, by any means. I don't believe in making people bleed to get why I want. But I'm not afraid to force you to come, if necessary. For one…" He nodded towards the corner of the room. "Sam Winchester is going to be haunted by an apparition of his dear old girlfriend unless you come."

"You son of a bitch," Dean snarled, raising the knife closer. "That's you doing that?"

"So that's what this is?" Sam asked, his voice trembling. He pointed at the edge of the room, his hand shaking slightly. "You made her appear, just to try to coerce us to let Y/N go?" He lowered his voice. "It's going to take a lot more than that to get through to us. The devil lived in my head once, and believe me, I know what psychological torture is, and this isn't it."

Daeliel sighed. "I was told that the great Dean Winchester had a weak spot for his younger brother. That if I made Sam suffer in any war, big brother would swoop in to save the day."

"Get out of here, you douche."

Daeliel wrinkled his nose. "Is that vomit I smell?" He crossed his arms. "It doesn't matter. What I came to tell you, Y/N, is that if you don't come with me then I'll have to make Sam suffer more, and then I'll start on Dean as well."

"They're stronger than you'd ever expect," you retorted. "You can't just expect to-"

Daeliel snapped his fingers, and you heard Sam gasp behind you.

"Sammy?" Dean's attention turned to his brother immediately.

"I'm fine," Sam said, teeth gritted, after a moment. "The douche decided it would be funny to show a couple more familiar faces." He didn't elaborate.

Heat rose into your face, and suddenly you hated Daeliel; hated him more than Crowley, hated that he was treating you as a tool, and screwing with Sam's head, and making life more difficult than it ever needed to be. You were about to fly at him and scratch at his eyes, punch his nose, pull at his hair - do anything you could - but Dean got there first. With a smooth flick of his hand to his back pocket he'd pulled out his angel blade and thrust it into the heart of Daeliel.

The angel screamed, looking at you for a moment as though thinking, How could you?Then his eyes burned brightly and he fell to the floor, a visage of his wings burnt across the motel room. You stood there, stunned.

"Asshole," Dean muttered, wiping the blade on his pants. "Sammy? You good now?"

"Yeah. I'm fine," Sam said, wiping at his eyes. "I just… can I have a minute?" He averted his eyes to avoid looking at both of you.

Dean paused. "Yeah," he said finally, and you both left the room.

"Okay, explain," you said, once you and Dean were sitting outside the motel and the door was shut. "Who's Jess? And what was the point of that stupid angel?"

"Daeliel wasn't too dangerous, but it's a warning, I think," Dean said. "Heaven wants us out of this." He snorted. "Damn angels. One war they want to use our meatsuits like we're napkins and the next one they want us out of the way."

"But who's Jess?"

"Sam's girlfriend, when he was at Stanford. Azazel killed her," he said simply. You weren't quite sure what to say to that.

"Sam says he got over it years ago, but I know he still misses her. I've seen him looking at photos, and… you saw him now, when he thought she was back. He loved her."

"We should leave," you said. "Crowley knows we're here, Heaven knows we're here, and we're in a vomit-smelling motel room that minutes ago was occupied by Sam's girlfriend. This town is-"

"Bad news," Dean finished. "I'm with you, Y/N." He looked at you more seriously. "You know that it would take a hell of a lot to make us let you go, right?"

"Yeah, Dean. That's why you handcuffed me today. I really feel the love."

"Whatever," he grumbled, standing up. "I'll get Sam and see how he's doing. You want to pack up the Impala?"

"Yeah," jumping to your feet. "Where to next?"

"Crowley's in the wind now, and Heaven's on our asses," Dean said. "I say back to the Batcave."

With that, he went back into the room.

I can't leave yet.

This was your first time back in Maine since your family had died. You'd just gotten here… and you were so close to your friends. You hadn't seen them in so long.

Setting your jaw, you followed Dean back into the motel room.

We can't leave just yet.