LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

"Oh yeah, I totally have it. Of course. Didn’t realize it was due already."

She sighs, nodding. "Yeah, it's due tomorrow. But, I'll be in class, so I just thought... why not turn it in today."

"So, I heard someone was looking for me?"

Angels. How could he forget how goddamn clueless they were when it came to pop-culture references? Rookie error, Dean. Rookie error. 

"The movies, they sound interesting." Selaphiel nodded. "Yes, I'll have to watch them if I ever find the chance."

Sela once again smiled, but this was more gracious. "That's fine. I just don't want to leave a trail of water where I walk." She took them, and headed out the door after a short "Thank you."

Dean laid against the bed, his eyes closed, but not really sleeping. He had slept a few hours, but not long enough that he would really get any rest from it. He sighed to himself as he leaned back against the bed, his eyes open after a while, sitting up slowly, changing into actual clothes since he remembered that he had brought the girl back.

Dean walked into the room in silence, looking at his little brother where he was asleep on the bed. He sat down at the head of the bed, running his fingers through Sam’s hair as he watched him sleep for a few moments. Sam usually woke up only for a few hours a day.

She had no idea how long she just stayed in that position. She couldn't take it much longer, so Sela stood up and grabbed on to her muddy clothes before heading down to the bathroom she was in before. Sela waited and cleaned her clothes until it seemed as though the sun had come out. 

Dean looked over with the words that she spoke, heading in the direction of Sam’s room once more, shrugging his shoulders, “He’s…” Dean searched for the right word to use for someone who had no idea of what was happening with his brother, “He had a rough patch, but he’s going to be better. We’re working on it,” He stated simply, shrugging his shoulders.

Sela got back to her room, shutting the door behind her. It was dark, but she could see enough to make her way over to the bed. She crawled under other sheets and blankets, trying to get warm.

Sela glanced next to her, smiling. "Nothing. Hey, would you like a cup of coffee or something?" 

Dean heard the shower running as he stepped from the room and smiled lightly, she had settled at least a little bit, enough to clean herself off. He heard the door open and glanced over toward her before seeing that she was only in a sheet and his eyes widened slightly, glancing away from her, “Sorry. I was just checking up on my little brother.” He said, stepping down the hall with larger steps in the direction of Sam’s room.

His brother. She had yet to see him, but he would come around when he did. In truth, she really didn't want to see anyone else. Not like this. "Okay." Sela nodded, backing up against the door. "Is your brother okay?" She could heal him if he wasn't- wait, no she couldn't. Not now at least.

Dean had walked into his room after he had led her to the room. He sighed as he sat down on the bed, looking up toward the ceiling. He knew that Cas had fallen, but he couldn’t help it. Hey, Cas, you’re not hearing this, but we’re looking out for you. We’re going to find you and kick Metatron, who I know is listening, in the ass.

Selaphiel learned very quickly that hot water felt amazing on the skin. It was almost as if it was raining hot water. She took various bottles, looking on to the back and reading the directions. Rinse hair....lather...rinse. Seemed simple enough. Then she scrubbed off  all of the dirt with her fingers, and watched the water go down the drain. Grabbing another bottle, she did as directed. Sela had to wonder how people did this every day. It seemed a little tedious. But as she stepped out, it did feel good to be...clean. 

Nodding, Sela sluggishly slid inside where she had been directed, pushing the door closed; she left a little crack for the light. The first thing she did was tug off her jacket, and then her shirt. The filthy clothes fell to the ground, followed by shoes among other things. With just a tee and a few other things left, she climbed in to the bed.

Dean looked toward her as she spoke, smiling slightly, knowing that she probably couldn’t see much yet. He took the key from his pocket as he led her to the door, pushing it open and walking in, closing and locking the door carefully behind them, breathing out once he arrived. Home.

She looked around, almost amazed at what she was seeing. This wasn't what Selaphiel had expected at all. At most, maybe a motel or something. This wasn't a hotel. She could get used to staying in here for a few days. Of course, she couldn't stay here forever.

Dean looked at her as she spoke up and breathed out, glad that she had woken up. He didn’t know how she would respond to being moved into the house and waking up somewhere new and uncomfortable. he nodded his head, “Yeah, this is it,” he said, offering her a hand to help her into the bunker.

She looked around, nodding. There wasn't much to look out. Actually, even with squinting her eyes, she couldn't see anything. "It's nice." Sela took his hand, sloppily walking along. Her feet scuffled along the ground, letting his hand guide her.