I don't own Supernatural; damn well wish I did... Cas would be in it more ;D

Anyway, for anyone who has/wants to look at my other work, it doesn't look I'm updating or anything, but recently with everything going on I've had so many ideas and things, that this is my new "outlet" I swear this is the last new thing I'm writing, then it's new chapters almost every day for all of them!

Please R&R, means a lot.

Willow was tired of the dull metal walls, hell she was tired of this damn room but there was nothing she could do about it. She rolled off the uncomfortable wooden cot, wincing as fresh blood began to spill from the cuts on her arms, soaking her grey checked shirt. She pushed her messy inky black hair from her eyes, resting her head on the back on the wall, the sweat dripping off her body as the heat made her feel queasy.
"You alright in there?" Bobby asked, making Willow jerk back to consciousness.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," she replied, trying to stand up but staggering back down as soon as she was on her feet. "No," she mumbled, knowing full well Bobby could hear her, "I think they poisoned me."
"What," Bobby yelled through the gratings on the door as Willows head began to spin again, the smell of the iron walls suddenly hit her like a train and the dim light was now almost blinding.

Willow thought back to what had happened earlier that day, when the Demons attacked her. To begin with it was just a routine day, burn some bones, make sure the ghost was on its way, which was when they caught her. About seven of them, but Willow couldn't be certain, the room was dark and once they'd pinned her down and pulled out their knives, she couldn't concentrate on much, but they kept saying the same thing over and over, 'he wants her, we'll have fun first,' until she ran away into the night, which was a surprisingly easy fare.

Willow was vaguely aware that Dean, Sam and Bobby were coming into the safe room, but the noise their feet made she was also aware that there was a fourth person among them, but she couldn't form those thoughts into something coherent, all that was escaping from her lips where high pitched screams as a result from the poison working around her body, leaving a trail of fiery pain behind it.

"Why isn't she awake yet?" was the first thing that Willow heard when her mind dragged her from unconsciousness, she kept her eyes firmly shut as she could already feel a wake of nausea overtake her.
"I don't know," she heard a mysterious husky voice reply, and with that she felt a gentle pressing on her forehead, so soft that if she hadn't been concentrating so hard on finding out who was in the room without opening her eyes; she would never have felt it.
"She's awake," the mysterious voice said again, she felt the bed sag down by her head so she assumed that it was time to open her eyes...
"Hey guys," she smiled. She also immediately regretted the decision to open her eyes once the wave of dizziness hitting her, making her head spin, she moaned under her breath and shut her eyes again, propping herself upright on her elbows before opening her eyes once again.
"You alright?" Sam asked from his corner of the room, concern leaking into his voice.
"Yeah," Willow tried to shrug off, not daring to meet Sam's eyes.
No one said anything for a tense minute before Dean spoke up, his voice cutting the silence and tension in the air like a knife, "bullshit Will, I'm sorry but don't lie to us. We saw you before Cas healed you-"
Willow jerked herself upright ignoring the lights popping in her eyes and ripped the covers off her arms staring at the ridiculously smooth skin which was there, instead of the mess of open wounds that she remembered.
"Healed?" she all but yelled herself, "Healed. Dean Winchester why am I healed? I don't ask them for favours, I don't ask anything like them for anything. I don't like being in dept." Willow twisted her back so she could face the guy that she'd heard them call Cas and it almost knocked the wind out of her.
Her first coherent thought was that he was beautiful, in so many ways, and his eyes. Oh his piercing blue eyes and dark hair and pale skin – her head was in disarray, she had no idea what to say or what to do. Thoughts pushed to the front of her head, questioning if the perfect man before her was just a spell or a meat suit and he was really a Demon, and that she'd have to slice a dagger through his pretty little throat.

Cas couldn't figure out what it was about her, or why she stared at him the way she did. He dared not move as in some ways he loved he way her eyes danced all over his body, and when their eyes met, Cas almost felt like fleeing. It was as if Willow could see into his soul with her round, questioning green eyes.
"My names Castiel and I am an Angel of the Lord," he tried to say confidently, but he wasn't sure if anyone else notice the hint of fear laced in his words.

Willow tilted her head back and laughed, it wasn't a pretty laugh, she knew that, it sounded harsh and mean.
"You expect me to believe that? Please," she jumped to her feet and spun around to face him scowling, "who are you?"
"Will..." began Sam in that sympathetic caring voice of his but Dean cut over him.
"Will stop it, this is Cas and he's an angel and our friend. He saved your ass," he said to her raising his eyebrows, "Bobby's gone to get some food in town. Mind telling us what happened?"
Willow looked at Dean and she couldn't help but to soften when she looked at her face, his eyes shining up at her and a cocky smile plastered on his face as he added 'please' to the end of it.
She sat back down on her bed and nodded, and glanced at Cas and Sam and gestured at the multiple chairs scattered around the room covered in books, "please, sit. You're making the place look untidy."
Sam just smirked at her, gently placing a few of the books on the most comfortable looking chair on the floor. And when Willow next glanced up at Castiel he was still standing in the same spot looking