Searching (Dean/Sam or Cas)

[Anna Milton]

Of course Castiel had to place those pretty little symbols all over the Winchesters' ribs, and make it completely impossible for any angels to find them. Ugh, Castiel. Anyone would believe the fallen angel when she was to say that she wasn't very fond of him anymore. He had betrayed her and given her up to Heaven, and then after that, had gotten in her way of trying to stop the Apocalypse which had resulted in her being expelled back to Heaven. Oh yeah, Michael wasn't on her friend list much more anymore, but hey, she assumed that she wasn't on anyone's friend list. The Winchesters wouldn't be very happy if she found them, and she knew that Castiel didn't trust her. All of Heaven wanted her, probably dead by now. Yep, loneliness seemed to be something Anna was an expert with now.

She was left to try and think of where the boys would be. Hell, were they even together? She knew exactly what had happened between the two of them, knowing that Sam had went to Hell (and returned) and Dean had gone back to try and live a life that would be absolutely impossible. But surely, by now, they'd know that Lucifer was back, right? Surely by now they would have gotten back together as that adorable duo and were working on sending the Devil back to Hell, or finally just finishing him off. Well, if they weren't, she would just have to make sure that they did get back together and become fully aware of the situation at hand.

Anna had been scouting bars, trying to feel any kind of Winchester feel and when she didn't get that feeling, she'd disappear in the night with nothing but the sound of fluttering wings remaining behind her. It took awhile before she finally decided to take a break and settled at a seat in the bar she had appeared at. Right now, she remained on a stool at the bar, ordering a bottle of beer. Hey, fallen angel, right? She could drink, swear and even lust as much as she wanted and still keep her Grace. As she took drink from the bottle, her eyes glanced around, trying, well, rather hoping, that she'd finally find what she was looking for.

[Castiel]

this was a risk he knew he had to take when he had engraved those sigils on their ribs. He knew to help their chances, he'd have to make it difficult for ALL to find then, and he was inevitably included in the all, not because he wished animosity towards the Winchesters but, he knew too well how one can glean information to access the ends of a goal, and he did not want to be the one to aid in the other side finding them...especially Dean. Sam came under the umbrella of Deans concerns but, Castiels first loyalty would always be to the one he pulled out of perdition; Dean Winchester.

The apocalypse was set off and for awhile it looked to be going the way the books had said, until the Winchesters found a loophole; a solution that fit but was not without its costs, and because of that cost, here Castiel was, searching without much to go on, for Dean and Sam Winchester, but what lead him like a compass' needle to the north, was the unseen winged flutterings of his kin; Anna.

She was his kin if only by relation of angelic traits but, other than that, there had been some unavoidable instances between them, as Castiel labeled them to himself. He felt her actions were ill advised and harshly taken, but ask anyone else who had been sent from Above to find and sway the Winchesters... Castiel would be labeled the black sheep, and now he wore the title precariously so.

Appearing across the table from Anna, his brow near folded in a deep furrow, his hands placed on the table to show his peaceful weaponless intentions thus far, his blue eyes glancing at the patrons that populated this place around him before he spoke looking at Anna, the music of the jukebox providing a masking background to the ensuing conversation.

"Hello Anna."

[Anna Milton]

To say that Anna was excited to see the angel that had found her would have been a lie. She still hadn't forgiven him for giving her up to Heaven for no reason at all, and maybe that's why she fit the description of fallen angel so well. Any angel still obediant to Heaven would have forgiven something like this by now, but no, Anna knew how to hold a grudge and she knew how to do it well. She had been human for twenty-three years, after all. Humans were a lot less forgiving than angels would ever be and until he proved that he was sorry for what he had done, if he even was at all, she wouldn't be very trustworthy of him.

The fallen angel sat up straight and took a drink from the beer sitting in front of her, not saying a word before she set it down. For a few moments, she sat there, not speaking a word, just studying him. No, she wasn't surprised that he knew who she was, it wasn't hard to tell when you were something supernatural. Finally, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Castiel." He didn't expect her to just welcome him back into their friendship or something, did he? He may be forgiving and forget things easily, but she wasn't about to. "First things first, it took awhile to find another vessel. You get this one ruined in any way, I'm not gonna be happy." She wanted her human body back but that was gone, thanks to Michael.

After a few more moments of silence, the brunette let out a sigh. "Can I help you with something? You're not the two strapping young Winchesters I'm looking for." She wouldn't tell him that she wasn't looking for them in order to try and murder them once again, she'd keep him guessing as to what she wanted. But then again, if he really wanted to know, he could figure it out easily by looking into her head. Didn't matter to her, Castiel wasn't a concern of her's.

[Castiel]

The disdain in her voice was enough of an indicator to Castiel that she had held on tight to her human traits, and having escaped heaven once again, this was what was keeping grounded in this new human vessel, he knew that if she wasn't careful, holding so much negativity for so long, it could change an angel, it changed Lucifer...Anna wasn't free from being marked by that stain either.She would remain in her vessel fr as long as she wished but, the ore hanous acts he committed, the closer she could get to turning her white light into the deepest darkest black.

Castiel was afraid for her, but to tell her he was would only add to the sea of aggravation and betrayal she felt towards him. He had not come to argue with her, he had not come to drive a hole sword through her heart. He had come because as he too was on a mission to find the Winchesters, her presence unsettled him, and her admittance that she too was looking for Sam and Dean only added to his distrust of her.

"Anna, don't." he looked her in the eyes silently promising her to follow through on his words if he so much caught her within feet of the Winchesters. "Leave the Winchesters to me. Your escape has marked you. You shouldn't be looking for the Winchesters An attempt to remain hidden would be best for you."

[Anna Milton]

"Since when did you start worrying about what was best for me?" That had annoyed her, that he even dared say something like that. He had been the one who had given her up to Heaven, he had been the one who probably tipped off the angels that she had gone back in time to complete the task of murdering Mary and John, god knows the angels wouldn't have suddenly just known she had done so. How could he really be sitting there, telling her what would be best for her? Please. It would take quite a bit of time and convincing for Anna to actually believe that Castiel cared about what was best for her. "Last I remember, you were the one who helped throw me back up in Heaven. Probably tipped off Michael too.. I really liked that body."

Apparently he thought that she was a danger to the Winchesters. In reality, yes, she could be, if she wanted to. She could kill both of them within a split second if she wanted to, but right now, that wasn't what she wanted. With another drink from the beer, she tilted her head and watched him. Hm, to let him continue thinking that she was after them to hurt them, or to let him know that she was just trying to help? That was the question. Apparently he hadn't gone into her head to get the answer himself so why just give it to him? His opinion and distrust of her wouldn't go away even if she did tell him. "You do realize I'm not on that whole.. 'Let's kill the Winchesters' thing anymore, right? It's not like I'm looking for them in order to kill them."

With a sigh, she played with the beer bottle then looked him straight in the eye. "You can threaten me without saying a word all you want, but the point of the matter is, I was your superior once, which still makes me stronger than you. I'll find them if I want, it's not hard."

[Castiel]

"Anna, you are not reading the signs. your human vessel is beginning to suit you more than intended. I can not read thoughts of higher ranked garrison accolades, and even now, you know you are still ranked higher than me."

With a heavy sigh himself, he drags a hand through his dark hair, a rare sign of stress for the angel, but apparent.

He knew she would not regret her doings nor forget his actions against her, but he had sent her back to Heaven because he had had no choice. Any harm visited to the Winchesters at that time was deplorable. His orders were simple when he had lifted Dean from the torment of perdition. He was to follow through on decisive word to action given by Dean.

At first it was hard to look a Dean Winchester and believe that he had the workings of a leader for such a war that was encroaching but, as time went on, he proved himself worthy, even when he faltered...Castiel was not without his tripping steps either but, unlike Anna, the Winchesters found themselves able to see beyond any slights committed, to the core of what was at stake, and despite all that Dean an his brother had gone through, their lives continued to weigh in the balance.

Shifting in his seat, his leans forward. "I can see the humanism settling over you Anna. Stronger than me yes...for now...We should not be fighting. The Winchesters are safe." He sits back shaking his head. "I -am- sorry for the pain you suffered when you were sent back...But do you actually believe that the chances for peace and equilibrium in the fate of the world would have been better had the Winchester boys not been born? We can not fight him on our own accord Anna, and neitehr can they.
Lucifer is second in strength to our Father Himself. Our side; we NEED Dean, and if Dean needs Sam, then that is Sams purpose for us. We can't let Lucifer win, and we can't continue to fight eachother. Lucifer has already counted the disrupt in Heaven as a victory. We can't fall like clay in his hands now.
You are angry, I understand, and you are aggravated by my presence..." he nods and lazily shoves his hands into the pockets of his wrinkled trenchcoat. "So was Lucifer before he was removed from Heaven. I am unsure where your loyalities lie Anna, and it is not a concern of whether they are with me or not. I am concerned for you Anna, concerned for the weight your soul now has."

[Anna Milton]

Yeah, he clearly wasn't getting it. How much simpler could she put it? Obviously she had thought about all these things when she had her lovely time in Heaven. No, she wasn't looking for them in order to kill them, not this time. As for the fact that he couldn't read her mind, Anna couldn't help but smile. Good, she didn't want him in her head, poking around in business that wasn't his. She could poke into his head though and the connection they seemed to have would probably be a lot stronger than a connection she would have with, say, Zachariah. It was mostly because both her and Castiel had fallen in some way, but he still remained loyal. She didn't understand it.

She knew that he was being sincere about his concern for her and for a moment, she felt kind of disgusted by it, until she realized, just how much that would be a feeling that Lucifer would feel. Even if she was pissed off at Cas, she wouldn't let herself become like that, which meant forgivenness and all of that would have to be given. She couldn't hold a grudge, as much as she'd like to. Rolling her eyes for a moment, she pushed herself to sit up straight and let her arms rest on the table.

"I'm not looking for them to kill them," she said. Whether or not he'd believe her, she didn't know, he couldn't poke around in her head to see if she was lying, but she didn't care if he believed her. "In all honesty, Cas, I just want to help." She knew that she couldn't let herself get all touchy or whatever because she still wasn't ready to forgive him, not completely. Of course, even if she wanted to look into his head, she would never know the reasons for him gving her up to Heaven. She hadn't been after the Winchesters when he had done so the first time, so how could she forgive him for that? "The first time you gave me up, you were in the wrong. You let Sam out of Singer's room to start the Apocalypse." Letting out a small sigh, she shrugged then leaned back, taking another drink of the beer.

She ran a hand through her hair before looking at him once again. "Cas, I promise I won't hurt them, and I know getting their trust is gonna be a lot harder than getting your's and even if you can't poke into my head, you should be able to tell if I'm lying." Her eyes looked directly toward him, remaining silent for a moment. "You know that I've never lied to you."