Heaven and Hell - Book 1, Castiel Fanfic

4.01 Lazarus Rising - part 3

(Your POV)

Dean and I are sitting at a table in a nearby diner. "Be up in a jiff." The waitress says with a smile, before walking away to turn in our order. As she leaves, Sam enters the diner while still talking on his cell phone. "You bet." Sam says into the phone, before sitting himself down across from Dean and I.

"What'd Bobby say?" Dean asks. "Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U." Sam says, making me sigh. "And blind, because of us." I say sadly. "And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." Sam says, sighing as well. "That's not entirely true." Dean says, making me nod.

"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us." Dean says again. "You're crazy. Absolutely not." Sam says, making me look in fear at Dean. "We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?" Dean says, making me scoff.

"Pamela took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?" I ask, eyeing him nervously. "You got a better idea?" Dean asks me, making me shake my head no. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?" Sam then says, making us look at him again.

"Okay..." Dean asks a little confused. "So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." Sam says. The waitress reappears with three plates of pie. She sets them on the table and keeps standing next to Dean. "Thanks." Sam says. She keeps standing there and I eye her suspiciously.

The waitress then plops down in a chair at the end of the table. Dean looks at her, smirking. "You angling for a tip?" Dean asks her, making me smirk as well. "I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us." She says, making my smile drop. Her eyes go demon-black for a moment, a uniformed man by the counter and a cook behind the counter also show their demon-black eyes to us. The uniformed man goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it.

"Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck." The waitress then says, her eyes going back to normal. "That's me." Dean says. "So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?" She asks snidely. "I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out." Dean says, making me smirk at his joke.

"Right. You don't." the waitress says, huffing in disbelief. "No. we don't." I say, narrowing my eyes at the demon. "Lying's a sin, you know." She says, looking at me. "We're not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo..." Dean says again.

"Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself." The waitress says again, making me look at her uncomfortably. Sam who has been staring daggers at her through this exchange, shifts as if to attack. Dean holds a hand up and Sam stops, settling himself back into his seat.

"No, you won't." Dean says with confidence, making me raise my eyebrow at him. "No?" the demon asks, clearly unamused with us. "No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose." Dean says, my eyes going wide at this.

"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." The demon says in a threatening manner. Dean leans forward, a challenge evident in his eyes. He throws a right hook at her, which she takes in her face. He throws another. She still does nothing but glare at us, looking more and more nervous.