I Don't Believe |:| Castiel |:|

Chapter Three: Rising Of The Witnesses

"Angels don't exist, Sam. there's no such thing," I tried explaining to Sam from my spot on Bobby's couch while Dean and Sam talked in the kitchen.

"Well, tell me what else it could've been?" he asked.

"Look, all I know is we were not groped by an angel," Dean argued.

"Okay, look, guys. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?" Sam asked.

"He could be a demon, a very powerful demon," I said, sitting up.

"Demons lie." Dean backed me up.

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devils traps, and Ruby's knife? Guys, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam exclaimed.

"If angels were real-" I started.

"Don't you think that if angels were real that some hunter, somewhere would've seen one at some point... Ever?!" Dean asked, cutting me off so I laid back down.

"Yeah, you just did," Sam said.

"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me," Dean said.

"Dean, we have a theory," Sam argued.

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we-" Sam said, but got cut off by Dean.

"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking angel of the lord because it says so!"

"You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this," Bobby cut in and I sighed.

"Thank you!" I mumbled, getting off the couch and walking over to him.

"I got stacks of lore, biblical, pre-biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit," Bobby said.

"What else?" Dean asked, not believing it.

"What else, what?" Bobby asked.

"What else could do it?" I looked to Dean.

"Airlift your asses out of the hotbox? As far as I can tell, nothing," he said. I smiled.

"Dean, this might not be bad," I said.

"How?" he asked.

"I mean, we have an angel on our side," I answered.

"For once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?" Sam backed me up. Believe me, I didn't believe jack that angels were real, but this is the only option we've got left.

"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a god?" Dean asked and I shrugged. He's got a point.

"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah," Bobby said and I glanced at him before back to the boys.

"I don't know, guys," Dean said.

"Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam said and I decided I was getting out of here before a fight breaks out. I walked into the kitchen, getting a snack while listening to them.

"Proof?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Sam stated in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"Proof that there's a god out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it." Dean said.