HELLO My Name Is L.o.v.e.

•Chapter twelve~feeling more human than ever•

It had been a week since I had come close to killing Hannah and stolen some grace. After I left heaven, I went straight to Sam Winchester. He looked surprised to see me. I explained I had been held captive by Hannah and Naomi, and he understood immediately.

I had to keep hidden, otherwise other angels would come searching for me.

They couldn't have been far behind.

"I finally have an idea of where Dean might be" I told Sam

"A group of angels yesterday told me that he was dead." He replied

"Not possible"

I refused to believe that badass Dean Winchester was dead. The angels that Sam talked to were liars. It wasn't even an option.

Sam shook his head, "I hope he's alive."

"Where do you think he is located?"

"Wisconsin. There's something fishy about the state."

He showed me his laptop, but I couldn't make out what anything on the screen meant. When he took it away, I began to think of what condition Sam was in.

His tall and slim figure slumped over slightly, I couldn't tell if he was tired or if he was just finding a comfortable position.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"Uh Cas, my brother got taken by angels. Some say he's dead. I'm not gonna sleep much."

"Right. Yeah."

I turned around and took slow steps down the hallway towards Dean's room. My eyes felt slightly heavier, many thoughts rushed through my mind. I didn't know where he was, what if I couldn't save him? What if he was dead?

I stepped into his room, smelling the air. The room smelled like Dean. It made me miss him more.

I laid on his dirty, unwashed bed. On my back, I faced the stained and peeled ceiling.

I closed my eyes, and water began to well under them. There was nothing I could do to stop it. One of the water droplets ran down my cheek as I grabbed one of Dean's pillows and buried my face into it.

That was the first tear that I had ever let from my eyes.

Why were human emotions so complex? I was crying, but apparently I was in love too.

What had I become? Was I more human than angel?

Tears continued down my face, as I hid my face in the warm pillow.

Without looking, I put my hands on his bedside table to see if there was anything I could wipe my eyes with.

I found something made out of paper. I picked it up, and wiped my eyes with it. However, it didn't work too well.

I took my face off of Dean's pillow to see what the paper was.

It was a magazine.

It read 'Busty Asian Beauties: volume 17'

The magazine made me smile, it reminded me of Dean's humor. I missed it so much. I missed him so much.

Getting up, I left the magazine on the bedside table. I took one last look around the messy room.

There it was. I saw a carving into the wall.

Coordinates. They were coordinates.

"Sam?" I shouted