Saved by an Angel (a Castiel love story)

Chapter 23: Memory

Quick A/N: this one is going to be mostly a filler chapter. But I also wanted to write this one because I thought it might be funny.

Kristy's POV:

I'm dreaming. I can tell I'm dreaming. That is, until I start reliving a memory. I have this feeling Cas has something to do with it, seeing as we're sleeping together. But here is:

I sat across from Sam and Dean, eating a stack of chocolate chip pancakes almost as tall as me. Dean had eaten half of them-the ass, but there was still enough to make me carsick in about an twenty minutes when we got back on the road.

"This looks like a case for us," Sam said, spinning his laptop around to face me.

Lately, I've been helping to decide where our cases are, even though that's usually Sammy's area of expertise.

"Yeah," I said after scanning through the article.

"What does it say?" Dean asked, looking left out.

"A couple got a little too intimate and ate each other," Sam answered and I frowned, looking down at my pancakes.

"Like...ate ate each other?" Dean asked, putting extra emphasis on the first 'ate'.

"Like, full on cannabalism," Sam specified.

I made a face and shoved my pancakes away from myself. Dean immediately jumped on them, drowning them in mapel syrup and digging in. I looked at the stack mournfully. I would really like to finish one meal without being grossed out, puking, or having some catastrophe happen that causes me to stop eating.

"Sorry, Kris," Sam told me apologetically, "I'll buy you an ice cream later if you want."

I nodded dispondantly.

"That would be great, if I could finish it."

He smiled over at me sympathetically. It wasn't long before we were on the road and investigating the bodies. At the second body, Sam found something on the heart. He asked me to look at it and I did. It was a symbol and it was kinda familiar...

"I know what this is," I said, more to myself than them.

"Great," Dean said impatiently, "What is it?"

"Enochian," I answered, looking up at him, "the language of the Angels."

"Alright then," he said gesturing to the heart still under the magnifying glass, "care to translate?"

"It basically means that two people are meant to be-mates, soulmates, parnters. Call it what you may."

"What does it have to do with the victims?" Sam asked.

I shrugged.

"I can only translate. And not anything complicated at that."

Sam and Dean exchanged glances then both of them stared at me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Well...are you gonna call Cas?" Sam asked.

"Oh. Sure," I said.

Cassie!

Yes love?

We need your help. It's kind of your area of expertise.