A/N: Not sure if this is going to make sense to many out there, but what I'm writing is several oneshots - but they lead from one to the other. I always want to write long fanfiction's for my favourite characters but I never have the willpower. So I'm going to do a series of oneshots that lead from one event to the other, and everything that happens will be clearly explained.

"... So you actually trust this Angel?" I ask skeptically.

Dean and Sam nod in sync.

"We've had troubles in the past, but he's always been there, fully willing to help us." Dean comments.

"The last time I trusted an Angel, it was the biggest mistake of my life." I reply coldly, trying to ignore the memories that try to re-surface.

"You must have been trusting the wrong Angel then." Sam shrugs and they both pause outside the hotel room.

"Now, he may not fully want to work with you, not with you being a Demon and all... but I'm sure that once he hear's you out, he'll be more understanding." Dean nods thoughtfully. "Just be prepared for some hostility."

I roll my eyes. "Come on, come on - at this rate Lucifer will have found and killed me before I've even met this Angel guy."

They share a look, one that clearly states they're beginning to wonder how much trouble I'm likely to cause. Then they open the door and walk in. I follow behind quietly, trying to remind myself that I have to trust this Angel - if the Winchester boys trust him, I have to aswell. He won't turn me into his superiors. I just have to keep saying it to myself.

The lights are dimmed and he stands by the window, looking out of it. I feel my heart stutter and come to a stop when I notice a familiar trench coat and a head of dark, thick hair.

"Where have you two been?" He asks in that familiar husky voice.

"We... kind of found someone who has information on Lucifer." Dean replies.

"Who?" He turns and as soon as his eyes meet mine, he freezes.

"This is -"

"Anika." He says softly, his brow creased.

"How did you -"

Once again he's cut off as I stalk towards Castiel, my heart hammering. The anger is burning, furiously hot within me, churning relentlessly. He looks surprised but doesn't go to turn away or step back.

My hand snaps up and I slap him across the face - as hard as I can. Being an Angel, I doubt it affected him too badly, but he still looks surprised. I grab him by his stupid trench coat, feeling years of pain and fury coursing through my veins - and I jerk him close, kissing him.

His lips are familiar and warm, shocked at first - I can tell by the tension radiating from his body. But as I work my lips against his, digging my teeth into his lower lips, a slight noise like distant thunder comes from the back of his throat and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me impossible closer to him.

I jerk back, the anger still bubbling through me. I slap him again, just because I need to. I have to.

He doesn't seem to mind all that much. His eyes on mine are warm and burning hot, filling me with a warmth that makes me weak at the knees. God I've missed him. Ever since he left, it's been too much. I've needed him for so long now.

I push him back a step, stalking back towards Dean and Sam who both stand there, jaws hanging open, eyes wide with looks of confusion and shock.

"I'll be back in a bit." I bark out gruffly, my voice unstable.

They don't say anything and I walk past them, sure to slam the door hard behind me as loud as possible.

I pause to lean back against it for a moment, my body like jelly as my heart hammers in my chest.

"What the hell was that?" Dean barks, his voice still surprised.

"You know her?" Sam questions.

Silence hangs heavily for a moment and I lean further into the door, awaiting his response.

"Anika and I have a history." He mutters, his voice hoarse.

"Care to elaborate there Angel Boy?" Dean asks.

"We were together for a long time. I left her because I was forced to. Demons and Angels don't exactly work out that great." He replies softly.

They begin to question him but I've heard enough. With an awful headache, I turn away from the door and walk away, as fast as my legs will carry me.