She was practicly buzzing as she arrived at the warehouse, she'd finally gotten him here, said she'd needed him here and he'd agreed without so much as a thought, such was the power of her blood. Of her hold on him. She cared, she did, lying to him as much as she was, it was only because she cared, because when he did this, the rewards would be beyond anything he could imagine.
It wasn't entirely unselfish of course, all this time, coming to this place, every problem she'd encountered. It all came down to this. She had to do it, it was so much of what she was, the last few decades of her life had purely been this.
"Sammy" she called, stepping into the warehouse "We need to get going now if we..."
It wasn't until she tried to continue into the warehouse that she found she couldn't go further. Trapped. Looking down to her feet she'd realised what she'd stepped into.
It didn't make any sense. She turned furiously, eyes blackened, furious. This didn't make any sense, she was just far enough away from the door not to be seen if Sam did come in and no one had spoken as yet.
Seeing Castiel suprised her, of all people she didn't expect him, he couldn't have known, her hand instantly went to the hex bag in her pocket. He couldn't have known, couldn't have seen her.
John, Dean, Claire, Faith.
And the only thing she could say was "How?"
She pulled her phone from her pocket, she had to warn Sam. Had to somehow stop him coming here. Whatever they did he could save her from. Because Castiel wouldn't let them hurt her, he wouldn't. He loved her.
She didn't understand. She'd been so careful. They both had.