I Don't Want a Halo, I Just Want Your Love

Delilah was driving her Plymouth with an angel in the shotgun seat. It was quiet. Really quiet. She tried to look at him from the corner of her eyes to notice that he was just staring at the road before them. She cleared her throat as she reached out and turned the radio on.

Pokerface by Lady Gaga started playing.

"What is that awful sound?" The angel asked, causing her to look at him.

He had make a disgusted face as he stared at the radio. "This?" she asked, pointing to the radio and chuckled softly. "It's music."

"Music?" he asked, tilting his head a little to the left.

She nodded her head. "It's a way for people to express their feelings." She turned to look at him and asked, "Do you or your kind have any emotions?"

The angel looked into her eyes for a few seconds before turning to look away. "No. We don't," he said.

"Get out," she said in disbelief earning a glare from the angel.

"Why are you telling me to get out?" he asked.

Delilah arched her eyebrow before saying, "I'm not telling you to get out. It's just an expression."

"Like Dean?"

Delilah huffed. "What about Dean?"

"We were talking about the -" the angel stopped talking and she turned to face him.

"About the?" she wanted him to continue.

He made another face before shaking his head. "Never mind."

Delilah pursed her lips but didn't speak a word. It was ironic enough to have an angel sitting in her own car next to her.

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She parked outside Red Angelz and got out of the car. By the time she closed the door, the angel was already in front the door of the bar. She shook her head before walking up to him. She paused next to him waiting for him to say something. But he didn't.

She couldn't help but to huffed softly to herself. That was when she felt a familiar sense of surrounding to this bar. She looked up and read the sign before turning around to take in the surrounding again.

This place, she thought.

"If I am not mistaken, you have been here," the angel said and she stared at him.

"I - I think so," she looked around again. "But I can't remember," she stood still and thought about it but nothing comes to mind. They stood there in silence for a couple of minutes before the angel walked next to her and reached out to take her gently by the arm.

She was startled but did not do anything to make him pull himself away from her. She looked at his gentle grip on her arm before looking up at him. He gave a small smile as he led her to a spot about 24 degrees counter-clockwise, five steps away.

He stopped, causing her to stop as she looked deep into his eyes. He, in turn, stared back into her eyes and they remained doing so for another few seconds. He was the first one to break the eye contact. He made her turn to look at the bar again and nodded once curtly towards the bar.

"Look again," his deep voice spoke.

Delilah did as she was told and sure enough, she had recognized this place. It was the bar in her dream! She started shaking. Why are all my dreams turning into a reality?

This was the place her mom took her to when she was a kid. Without turning to look at Castiel, she absent-mindedly walked into the bar.

The place didn't change one bit. She turned to her right and saw the counter. She walked towards the counter while taking in her surrounding again. It was definitely the same athmosphere. The smell of cigarettes and booze.

Finally, she reached the counter. "Can I help you, sweetheart?" the bartender asked. She was too amazed to answer. "Hello?" the bartender asked again, this time, waving his hand in front of her face to get her attention.

She blinked rapidly and shook her head. "Uh, yeah," she muttered causing the bartender to chuckle.

"Depressed much?" he joked and she smiled. "What can I get you, love?" he started wiping the glass with a rag.

"I - " she paused thinking. "I need to see Lucas." When she spoke his name, the bartender stopped wiping the glass and stared into space for a few seconds. He turned to look at her, with no emotions on his face.

"Why?" he asked, his voice cold.

She frowned. "I think he knew my mom," she answered.

"Your mom?" he repeated and she nodded her head.

"My mom's name is Haley. I think he might know where she might have went to," she stopped talking when he went into a trance again.

"He's not around right now," his voice was back to normal and he smiled. "Maybe you can leave your number and I'll get him to call you back?"

Slowly, she nodded her head and wrote her digits on a paper and handed it to him. "Oh, I have to ask," she added, "Was there two teenage girls who came here a few days ago?" she dug into her pocket and took out a ripped page from the school's yearbook that has a picture of Sandra Davis and Alice Parker.

He looked into the picture before shaking his head. "Nope, haven't seen them around. Why?" he asked, looking up at her.

Slowly, she nodded her head and gave him a small smile. "Thank you," she thanked him and started to walk away.

She tried to look around for Castiel but he wasn't around in the bar. When she got out of the bar, she saw him standing outside, the same place where he stood where he made her stand. She frowned but walked up to him. "Have you been standing there the whole time?" she asked.

He looked at her. "There's nothing wrong in it, right?" he asked.

She shook her head as she opened the door to her Plymouth. "Standing there, motionless is so unhuman-like to other humans," she paused and look at him. He was already in the shotgun seat. "You might not be human, but you might look weird to others," she continued.

"This is not my true form," he told her.

"Not your true form? Don't you look like us?" she switched on the ignition to her Plymouth.

"No," he answered. "Not many humans can see our true form. Most humans," he looked at her, "Their eyes will burn."

Delilah felt herself gulped but then she frowned. "You're possessing someone?" she asked.

He looked up front and said, "Let's not talk about me."

She huffed but said nothing in return.

After a few minutes, the angel asked, "Laila, I need to ask you something. And it is important for you to answer me with nothing but an honest truth." She looked at him wondering what the question would be like. "Have you been having any strange dreams lately?"

Immediately, she nodded her head. 'Two strange dreams. And two of them all true." She decided to let him in on the information. After telling him about her dreams, she looked at him. He was simply staring at her with such interest. She felt herself blush.

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Both Delilah and Castiel walked into the Winchester's motel room. The Winchesters were already there waiting for the other two. "Finally!" Dean snapped with irritation. "We thought you got kidnapped by some demon or something."

"Hey!" someone protested, causing Delilah to turn. She saw another woman about her age, standing next to Sam.

"Oops, I've forgotten there's a demon here," Dean mumbled earning him another glare from the woman.

Delilah frowned as she took out her gun with the silver bullets and pointed it to the woman. "Delilah, what are you doing?" Sam asked as he stood up - immediately shielding the demon with his body.

Delilah frowned again. "Why the hell are you protecting a demon?" she snarled.

"She's helped us alot," Sam answered, putting his hand out. "Please put the gun down."

Delilah looked at Dean who was staring at her with amusement before shifting her gaze to Castiel who was still looking at the demon. Slowly, she lowered her gun and kept it.

"Ruby's gotten us new leads towards the other seal," Dean looked at Castiel. Finally, the angel stopped looking at the demon and nodded his head.

Castiel turned to look at Delilah, "I have to go seek Revelation from my superiors. I will be back." he said, his eyes focused on hers.

Feeling surprised, she was unable to speak. Instead, she nodded her head, speechless. He gave her a small smile before he disappeared out of thin air, leaving a gust of wind blowing her face for a three seconds.

When she turned, she saw everyone else in the room looking at her. "Wow," Sam said, as he half-laughed.

Dean just walked over to his bed and sat down, checking his gun. "What?" Delilah asked, a little confused.

Sam shook his head. "Nothing. It's just that," he paused looking at Dean, "Cas has never had such willingness to be back whenever he's with us."

Delilah shrugged. "Your point being?"

"Enough with the whole friggin' point thing," Dean snapped, putting the gun aside and lay down on his bed.

"What got in your ass, Dean?" Ruby asked causing Dean to glare at her.

"Nothing, okay?" he snapped, "I just want to get some rest." He had his back to everyone else and didn't say another word soon after.

Delilah pursed her lips but shrugged it off. "I better get going," she said. Just as she was about to turn around, Sam called out. "Delilah. Why don't you sleep on my bed?"

She turned and looked at him with a disgusted face. Sam laughed, surrendering his hand. "I'm serious. Me and Ruby are going to go do more investigation and it'll probably take the whole night."

Delilah yawned. She couldn't help but to nod her head.