Okay yes I am up to my eyeballs with fics and books. And editing… But alas I have some unfinished guardian angel business to contend with from the novel. I can use it there it just doesn't fit. But it wont let me work until I write it somewhere…. Hazzards of having the attention span of a goldfish on crack I suppose. So I'm going to put it here. Actually I think it will work out to be much more amusing as fanfic than as a short story anyway.

Enjoy and as always feed back.

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Okay where does this take place. You know I really don't have a clue I usually just pick a jumping off point from the series and then do my own thing anyway. So lets say this is sometime after PoNR mainly because Cass has been missing a while. And he has some splaining to do. And not just to Sam and Dean. Buckle up if you know me you know how I write, get ready to laugh, cry and resort to biting your toenails when your fingernails hit the quick. (yes I mean you Isa ;D luv ya u know I do)

Chapter 1

Angel A.P.B.

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Dean was sprawled on the bed nearest the door of room 9 at the Cedars Motel in Keyser Falls, Okalahoma. Armageddon was just days from kick off and they didn't have a clue. As a matter of fact they didn't have an angel either. If you got right down to it they didn't have shit working for them the last few days. He hadn't felt this completely an utterly useless in a very long time.

Castiel was last seen in a Van Nuys warehouse next to the foreman's shack that contained what Dean once called the beautiful room. The thought was almost laughable. Hell hole was more like it . Seemed he lost something every time he went near the place. Right now Team Winchester was down one angel and one brother who was supposed to be dead anyway.

Fuck!

Not expecting anyone the sharp knock on the door took the elder Winchester by surprise and he damned near jumped off of the bed. He shook of the startle and looked around the room. Sam's hotel key was sitting on the table. Dean rolled his eyes and there was another series of sharp knocks.

"Keep your pants on Sam!" He complained getting up from the sagging mattress and making his way to the door. The knocking continued on in a long, irritating and persistent series of relentless taps.

"Jesus Sam." Dean hissed as he swung the door open. "I said I- You're - not - Sam." Dean stammered looking at the short strawberry blonde woman.

"But you are Dean Winchester?" she said crossing her arms across the front of her grey hoody, tapping her foot expectantly.

Dean looked her up and down. She was short, probably thirty, her straight strawberry blonde hair when down passed her shoulders, pale, lightly freckled skin. And he loved freckles. It was hard to tell much through the baggy sweat-shirt but, the jeans she wore hugged some pretty impressive curves and he could see hot pink toenails peeking out of her sandals. Maybe God wasn't so pissed at him after all. Shit!

"Yeah, he smiled and you are?"

"Looking for my angel." Ordinarily Dean would have some back with, Well you've found him. Except… Dean was looking for his angel too and unfortunately it wasn't her.

"Really" Dean questioned obviously taken off guard and now trying his best to recover any lost ground. "You have an angel?"

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure you lost him." She focused a wary glare on him.

"Does this angel of yours have a name?" Dean narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously trying to decide if she was something other than she appeared. Not that a pissed of red head wasn't scary enough in his book. He'd taken on a few and honestly, would take a run of the mill demon any day of the week. It would just be nice to know he she was packing fangs or claws or other supernatural powers before he tangled with her.

"Oh please." she hissed at him. "Castiel okay? Now where the hell is he?" She questioned.

"Cass huh?" Dean stalled, wanting to reach around the back of his jeans for a weapon, not really sure what to use. In all the time the angel had been around no one had ever come looking for him. Well no one who needed, or bothered to knock first anyway. He was pretty sure she was human.

The woman watched him closely he wasn't going to surprise her, as a matter of fact It looked like she was reaching for something too.

Shit!

"You take your hand off your weapon and I will take my hand off of mine." she said matter of fact.

"Okay…deal." Dean said and slowly moved his hand around to the front.

"Look I have known Cass. As you call him. My whole life. Three days ago he said he might be gone for a while. But…something his wrong I can feel it." She explained calmer. "I'm worried. Can I at least come in and you tell me what you know?"

Dean sighed, shifting his eyes, 'Yeah come on." he said with a single nod and held the door open to her.

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"How do you know she is telling the truth?" Sam grilled Dean while the woman was in the bathroom.

"Look her name is C.C. and I don't. But she knows all about Cass and she knows all about us. Hell she knows all about everything. I mean. He had to have told her." Dean defended. "And why am I explaining this to you. I'm the suspicious one. I figured you'd be all over her. You know emotional sharing and crap."

"If the last few months have taught me anything it's not to trust my emotions." Sam grumbled lowering his head now feeling bad for not trusting her.

"It's alright." C.C. said from across the room. "I don't exactly trust you either. No matter what Castiel says about you. So I guess we're even." She looked up at Sam who had returned while she was in the bathroom. "You must be Sam." She held a hand out to him.

"Um, Yeah. And…I'm sorry about that. It's just.-" he was cut off.

"Your life's gone to hell. Literally." She gave a soft laugh. "I know that about that too. Differently maybe but." She shrugged. "It's sort of why I need to find Castiel. He's all I have."

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C.C. Bowers stood looking out over the city lights from her much too large and soon to be much too empty apartment.

"I'll be a few days." he said. "Don't worry I'll make It back." He placed a reassuring hand on her bare shoulder that quickly traveled down her body to rest over her bare hip where he had marked her has his.

C.C. nodded and leant back against him. Her flesh pressing against his and she felt him pull her tighter against him as he kissed a line across her freckled shoulder. "Will you be the same?" she asked.

"I hope. I know you are fond of this-" he pressed his erection to the small of her back. "form." he finished, pulling her long hair away and pressing his lips to her ear.

"I am fond of you angel. I'll love you no matter what you show up as, but…I would prefer you be male." she laughed softly, reaching behind to thread fingers through his hair.

"That one was only temporary." He chuckled against her ear remember the interesting week they spent when he had to take a female vessel. "You managed to make it enjoyable. And I learned a few things." He bit the flesh of her neck between his teeth and tugged gently.

"And legal." She reminded. stretching her neck to allow him access. "No kids."

"Shush. Stop worrying. We only have a little while longer, come back to bed." He said pulling her away from the window and the city view.