"C'mon Sammy!" Dean banged on the motel room door for about the third time and grinned.

Sam opened the door and glared at him. He swung his bag onto his back while pushing past Dean and closing the door, "dude, if you weren't so damn loud last night I wouldn't have slept in. And we'd now be on our way instead of still piling things into the car," Sam huffed as he strode towards the Impala, then dropped his bag into the trunk before greeting Castiel, "stop being so damn impatient and let me drop the key off."

Dean snorted as Castiel looked between them with the normal blank stare, "I do not understand, are you angry at our relationship?"

"No, Cas," Sam sighed, "I'm not angry at you at all I just-"

"Doesn't like how we're getting some and he's not!" Dean cut him off with a smug grin.

"-don't like being yelled at for not getting enough sleep even though it's not my damn fault," Sam finished and glared at Dean as he walked to the reception to drop off his room key.

Dean laughed and climbed into the driver's seat as Cas slid into the back and made himself comfortable, "is Sam truly alright with us, Dean?"

"Yeah of course he is," Dean said, smiling at Castiel through the rear view mirror, "he's always been accepting of everyone's everything."

Sam swung into the passenger seat and pulled the door closed, "right, where to now then?"

Dean threw the map at him and shrugged, "dunno, it's not like there's much going on lately, just normal stuff, y'know?"

Sam nodded and suggested they just kept on the same track they'd been going the past couple of weeks. They'd been carefully zig, zagging their way around and dealing with things as they found them; a werewolf here, vampire there, ghost behind them and so on and so forth.

Dean started the Impala and smoothly drew out of the parking lot; he turned onto the road and began coasting in the next leg of their journey. Things had settled down a lot since Cas got back from Purgatory, and since they'd managed to gank that Naomi angel/ chick who was messing with him, a fact that still made Dean grin whenever he thought about it. Team Free Will was in full effect once again, travelling about and hunting whatever poor sucker fell off the rails or was tormenting the local town folk. The only bit of annoyance in the ranks was, as Dean put it, because him and Castiel were getting some and Sam wasn't.

Sam smacked him on the arm for suggesting it for the millionth time and gave up trying to protest against it, reverting to being five years old and putting his fingers in his ears, loudly chanting "LA, LA, LA, LA" whenever Dean decided to try and broach the subject, which made him feel better simply for the annoyed huffs he received from Dean and the slight lip quirk he got from Castiel, which he knew would be anyone else crying with laughter.

Sam and Cas had got a lot closer since he got back from Purgatory as well, mainly because Sam had finally given Dean and Cas the nudge to get together, and because Sam was the one who first noticed something was off with Castiel when Naomi kept kidnapping him for her little liaisons; so in Cas' book, Sam and him were practically best friends. Which, hell, was a good card to pull no matter the situation! It also made the conversations with Dean more bearable, because often Cas would join in on his side, which annoyed Dean even more and made Sam more glad that Castiel was his friend.

"Dean, Sam truly does not care that we are 'getting some' and he is not," Castiel deadpanned from the back seat after Dean had been teasing Sam about it again, seemingly drawing his entertainment from riling up his brother on the empty road.

"Thank you Cas!" Sam smiles smugly at Dean who's now grumbling, "seriously, Dean, why does it bother you that much?"

"Because you're the one who's supposed to be the long-term guy, not me," Dean thinks, "I dunno man, its just fun to tease you with something," he said instead, grinning and glancing at Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes and glanced out Dean's window, watching a bike speed past them for a few seconds before looking back at his laptop which was now open on his knee, "if we keep going this way it looks like there's a ghost that's pissing about in the town ten miles forward," he says, tapping on the keys slightly.

"Sounds like a plan," Dean said, "seriously though, dude, we'll find you a girl. Preferably one who can kick ass."

"So far the only girls you seem to interact with who can 'kick ass' are in the hunting business," Castiel commented, "are we matching Sam with one of those?"

Sam laughs in slight horror at that thought, "guys, its fine, really!"

Dean looked at him out of the corner of his eye but shrugged and keept on driving, "whatever you say, Sammy."

They pulled into the motel by the small town and Sam let Dean deal with getting the rooms as he rubbed his face and sighed, thinking about catching a nap before they ate lunch. Dean threw his key at him as they got their bags out of the boot, and they wandered to their rooms with an agreement to have an hour before they went and ate.

Sam flopped onto his bed, after dropping his duffel on the chair next to the desk, and closed his eyes, silently wishing that Dean and Cas could keep it in their pants before that night so he'd have at least a little chance of getting some rest.

Sam woke up later to a knocking on his door, and the sound of Dean shouting through the wood. Sam rubbed his eyes and moved off his bed with a sigh, this one's actually pretty comfortable, and opened the door to see Dean looking annoyed, "what's up? Cas refuse a blowie?" Sam smirked as Dean punched his arm.

"Unfair, Sammy, low blow," so from that, Sam assumed yes Castiel refused sex so he could nap, god he loved that angel sometimes, "so there's a diner not far from here, I thought we could get suited, get lunch then get on the case?"

Sam raised his eyebrows but shrugged, turning around to change into his 'fed suit', meeting Dean outside ten minutes later and following him to the aforementioned diner. He listened to Dean as he rambled about how Cas decided to explore the town and learn the positions of people in the graveyard in case it was a ghost they needed to salt and burn.

Over lunch they reviewed what had happened in the town, carefully making notes of where the 'ghost' had turned up and whether there was a pattern to the sightings. Half way through a girl walked into the diner and took a seat at a table across the room from them, Sam only spared her half a glance as she tucked her hair behind her ear and read through a file after she ordered some food with a grin. Ok, so Sam spared her more than half a glance.

Dean downed the last of his coke and pulled a face at Sam, who rolled his eyes and gathered up their notes; the two of them headed out the door and began canvassing the town to see what they could find out about the spirit.

It turned out to be a basic haunting, and even Sam was bored with the details of it by the time they traipsed back to the motel rooms and sat around the desk in Dean's room to put together what they knew.

Castiel joined them soon after they'd figured out who the ghost was, and informed them that the body of the ghost was easy enough to get to, it was on the edge of the cemetery which was, thankfully, out of view from the church or the road; which meant that they wouldn't have to be too sneaky when they burnt the body, always a plus!

As it grew darker they carefully packed the things they'd need into bags, and grabbed an extra shovel for Cas so they could dig faster, Dean had decided he could do some 'actual work' instead of just use his mojo, then headed out the door when night time fell proper on the town.

They picked their way in the dark towards the cemetery, following Cas' lead seeing as he'd memorised the route, and found the grave easily. Dean and Sam began to dig as Castiel kept watch, and swapped with Dean part way through so Dean could open the lighter fluid and salt box ready to finish off the deed. When they hit the lid of the coffin Sam let Cas pry it off and glanced around while Dean sprinkled the salt and lighter fluid on the body. Sam thought he saw some movement in the trees near the edge of the cemetery and frowned, squinting and taking a step closer to try and figure out if he'd seen anything at all as Dean lit the body on fire and highlighted the part of the trees Sam was glaring into. Dean clapped him on the shoulder and grinned, making Sam jump slightly and glance away from where he'd been staring before turning back again; assuming the movement in the trees was just the ghost which had now been banished.

They sat by the grave as the flames died away and carefully filled in the hole again, covering the grave with dead leaves and bits of vegetation to make it look like nothing had happened.

"That was annoyingly easy," Dean mumbled as they walked slowly back to the motel, Sam laughed quietly, "though I guess after stopping the apocalypse, and getting rid of dick angels, no offence Cas, and Purgatory monsters alike, a simple ghost would be easy, huh?" Sam nodded with a grin as Castiel shrugged away Dean's 'no offence', "oh! By the way Sammy," Dean said throwing something to Sam over his shoulder, Sam fumbled the small box for a second before realising they were earplugs, Sam groaned as Dean laughed, "so you can get your beauty sleep without us bothering you from now on," he winked and Sam hit his arm with is bag.

"Dude, you're insufferable!" Dean just laughed again.

They got back to their motel rooms and Sam quickly ran into his and put the earplugs in while he got ready for bed, praying they'd work as Dean and Cas put their stuff back into the boot of the Impala.

Dean wandered to the door of the hotel room and opened it, raising his eyebrows as Castiel appeared in the room and sat on the bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress.

"These are comfortable," he stated simply as Dean laughed and shut the door, pulling his shirt off over his head as he turned back around to see Cas watching him closely.

"That's a pretty intense look, Cas," Dean said, raising his eyebrow and dropping his shirt to his side before sauntering over to stand in front of Cas who followed his movements with his eyes.

"I was just thinking," Dean smirked and Cas frowned, "no, nothing like that, the grave we dug up this evening, did it look to be already disturbed to you?"

"I can't say as I paid much attention, Cas," Dean said while placing his hands inside Castiel's trenchcoat and sliding it off his shoulders, "either way it doesn't matter, right? We burned the son of a bitch and its over."

Cas nodded slowly and helped Dean to take off his coat, then made a surprised sound as Dean tackled him the rest of the way onto the bed and began kissing him roughly. Cas sighed and closed his eyes, pushing into Dean's kisses hungrily and lacing his fingers into Dean's hair which earnt him a small groan.

Dean pushed off Cas' suit jacket and started loosening his tie, as Cas started on the buttons of his shirt from the bottom upwards, "do you think Sam has his ear plugs in?" Castiel asked between kisses.

"If he doesn't at the moment, he will in a bit," Dean grinned and bit Cas' neck gently, earning a soft moan when he licked over the same place and blew on the damp skin.

Castiel arched into Dean's touch as he skated his hands down Cas' chest, pulling his arms out of his shirt and throwing it to the side as he reached for Dean's belt and brushed against the bulge forming in his jeans, causing Dean's breath to hitch. He made quick work of the belt and pulled it from the loops in the jeans as Dean palmed him through his slacks, letting out a breathy moan as Dean squeezed him gently.

They opened up each others trousers and slid hands to rest on boxers at the same time, Dean laughing slightly before Cas claimed his mouth again and squeezed his penis through the thin material, making Dean let out a moan and grind into his hand slightly.

Dean slid his hand into Cas' boxers and slowly palmed over him, grinning into the more-biting-than-kissing-kiss as Castiel let out a loud moan and tipped his head back against the bed, where Dean proceeded to mouth along Cas's neck and hum into the vein pulsing in his neck.

Dean pulled back to shuffle fully out of his jeans and underwear as Cas slid out of his and moved onto the bed properly, yelping slightly as Dean jumped onto the bed and made him bounce before crashing their lips together again with a chuckle.

Dean leant his body down slowly and Cas moaned into the kiss as their cocks brushed together, rutting up into the friction without thinking about it and pulling Dean closer by the back of his neck and deepening the kiss with a needy growl.

Dean reached between them and ran his thumb over Castiel's slit, earning him another loud moan and Cas arching up into his touch, Dean grinned as he leant over the bed to grab the lube from his duffel, making Cas' breath hitch when he realised. Dean grinned at him and squeezed some onto his hand, rubbing it into his palm slightly to warm it before teasing his way around Cas' rim, claiming the angel's mouth in another kiss as he did.

Cas groaned and pushed himself down onto Dean's finger, making an impatient noise as Dean slowly started to work inside him, slipping in another finger as Castiel urged him to 'get on with it' and began scissoring them slowly, just to annoy.

Cas writhed and tried to push himself onto Dean more and Dean chuckled, moving his fingers out as Cas pushed down to them, causing Castiel to growl again as Dean laughed properly this time. He gave in quite quickly when Cas began to moan and added a third finger, this time pushing as deep into Cas as he could and mouthing his way over Cas' collarbones as Cas rocked against him and mewled when Dean licked his way up his neck to his ear.

"Hands and knees, angel," Cas groaned as Dean removed his fingers and rolled over quickly into the position he was told as Dean slicked up his cock, sucking in a sharp breath as Dean slowly pushed into him and lay along his back running his hands down Castiel's sides, "oh, that's always so good," Dean moaned into Cas' shoulder.

Cas whined again and rocked slightly on top of Dean, causing a sharp intake of breath from him this time as Dean began to move slowly. Castiel moaned as Dean picked up the pace and rocked with him, feeling Dean pull out slightly more each time he slammed into him. Dean reached around Cas and ran his hand over Castiel's cock, using the lube still on his palm to coat it swiftly before taking hold and speeding up, Cas thrusting into his hand as Dean thrust into Cas.

Castiel moaned loudly as Dean twisted his wrist slightly and adjusted his angle, driving in deeper as he squeezed Cas slightly and moaned as he felt Cas contract around him, so repeated the motion and Castiel fell apart, shouting loudly into the pillow he'd managed to bury his head into with Dean following close behind, with nothing to muffle his own cry.

They lay panting for a few moments while getting their breath under control. Dean carefully wiped Castiel down with his shirt before collapsing into the covers Cas had pulled back for him and curling into Cas' chest.

"There will never be any words of how awesome that is," Dean murmured sleepily as Cas nuzzled his hair and wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulder, humming happily as Dean fell asleep on his chest.

Sam woke up the next morning to the sound of a motorbike starting up outside his door, and blinked into the midday light streaming into his room. He glanced about and saw one of the earplugs laying on the pillow, and smirked. Thankfully if Castiel and Dean had had fun last night, he hadn't heard them.

He stretched and yawned, taking the other out and putting them back into the case that came in the box with them, then dropped them into the top of his duffel bag before wandering to the bathroom to clean his teeth. He subconsciously heard the sound of the motorbike turning off as he closed the door and heard the tell-tale banging on his room door as Dean came to call for him. He wandered over without a shirt on and opened it, glancing around the parking lot at someone strapping a bag onto the back of what he assumed to be the bike he'd heard starting and turning off before they glanced around, seemed to look at him (how should he know, they had their helmet on) and climbed onto the bike, turning it on again and leaving the parking lot behind.

"Dude," Dean snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face, "you gonna gawk or are you actually gonna brush your teeth then get your ass moving? Cas says there's a poltergeist a town over and we're needing to get going."

Sam blinked and realised he'd just been stood staring at the exit of the parking lot and grunted, he threw Dean his room key and went to rinse out his mouth, throwing on a shirt and jumping into the back of the Impala as Dean came out of the reception. Castiel flickered into the passenger seat as Dean closed his door and they were off again, just another day in the life of.

"So, did you like what you saw on that bike this morning Sammy?" Dean asked as they turned into the new town.

"What?" Sam blinked out of his day dream, "which bike?"

Dean laughed and shook his head, "dude, that girl on the bike, you were eyeing her up like no one's business, think you freaked her out with the speed she left the lot!"

Sam blinked again and shrugged, "I dunno man, it was more the fact of the bike, it just seems like wherever we go there's a bike there too."

Castiel tilted his head, "I agree, I have also noticed a bike a few of the stops we have made."

"So what, you think we're being followed?" Dean asked as he pulled the Impala in to park, "this shouldn't take long, right? We can carry on driving after we're done and try to lose any tail we've got. This place is tiny and the church is a few miles out into the wilderness from what Cas has said."

"Is it?" Sam asked rubbing the back of his neck.

Dean gave him a strange look, "dude, how out of it were you in the car? We were talking about it," Sam just shrugged and mumbled something about being followed and it should be bothering Dean more, which earned him a clap on the arm and Dean saying in a sing-song voice, "Sammy's getting paranoid!" to which Sam shoved his hand off and glared at him.

"So, let me guess, you also know who the guy is that we're burning?"

Dean shook his head, "that, we don't know, so time to get sleuthing!"

They managed to find the house in question easily enough, as soon as they asked about 'strange occurrences' people pointed them towards a house on the edge of the town which was mostly boarded up, Sam rolled his eyes at the cliché ness of the situation as he looked through the owner's log he'd been given access to by the townsfolk, "so, get this, the person who owned this house three before the last guy who boarded it up, pulled a classic blue murder on his family."

Dean blinked and looked between Sam and Cas, the latter of whom had muttered an 'ah' then glanced at Dean, "a 'blue murder' is a more common term for 'murder-suicide'," Castiel clarified as Dean muttered 'I knew that' and Sam snorted.

"Apparently the guy's body was trapped in the chimney after he offed himself, the townsfolk didn't want to bury him in the church so chose to bottle him up in the house he 'committed his sin'," Sam read while rolling his eyes, "at least its easy to find. Dude, was it always this easy?" he asked while throwing the log onto the seat beside him as Dean looked out the front of the car at the house.

"Seems like it," he shrugged, "so what, another nighttime jaunter into the burning of some creepy ass bastard?" Sam shrugged but nodded as he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye which looked like a flash of blonde hair, but when he turned to look there was nothing there.

"What did the family look like?" Cas asked while staring at Sam.

Sam pulled a face and opened the file, "er, the dad, who did the deed, was tall and had blonde hair, the mom had brown hair and green eyes, and their kid looked like her but not like him. Maybe he thought it was illegitimate?" Sam guessed that the flash of blonde hair might have been answered by the ghost of the dad.

"We're not giving the guy alibi's here Sammy, let's just go get something to eat then come back later."

Sam closed the file and glanced around the grounds of the house again, nodding as Dean started the engine and drove away.

They ate slowly and talked about whatever came to the front of their minds, wasting the time in a booth in a bar before it got dark and they decided it would be safe to get to the house and turn up the body so they could settle the spirit and let the townsfolk rest easy in their beds instead of being thrown out of them every other night.

They drove slowly around to the back of the house and Dean turned the engine off before looking over his shoulder at Sam, "right, how shall we play this? Cas on lookout and you and me ganking the guy?"

"If that's fine by Cas, sure," Sam shrugged, Castiel nodded his consent and they snuck up to the house, guns in belts and armed with iron pokers, you could never be too careful!

They made their way into the creaking house by the, strangely, unlocked back door, but they just put it down to kids playing dares. The dust coating the floor looked like it hadn't been disturbed for a while, and they all tread lightly so as to not trigger any sneezing fits. Castiel came in last and closed the door quietly behind them, though Sam and Dean cringed at the light 'click' that the door made and glanced about carefully, their guns in hand and ready to fire at a second's notice.

"So, where did the file say the guy's body was sealed in?" Dean whispered as he peered around a door frame

"The bedroom the guy shared with his wife," Sam whispered back, indicating the stairs and taking a step forwards, the floor creaked under him and he froze, holding his breath for a second before letting it out and grinning at Dean, "looks like no one's ho-" then yelping as he was thrown into a wall and pinned there by a ghostly figure.

"So much for a lookout Cas!" Dean shouted as he took a swing at the figure with his iron poker. The figure disappeared as Castiel mumbled an apology as he thought they could deal with a poltergeist and Dean rolled his eyes.

A shriek to his left made him turn and swing wildly with the poker as a second figure came flying out of the house at him, "what the fuck?!" Dean shouted as what looked to be the mom disappeared under the touch of the iron, "I thought it would just be the guy?!"

"Apparently not, shit!" Sam said while swinging at the newly, re-materialised male that had thrown him into the wall in the first place, "I just hope the kid isn't around too otherwise, oof!" Sam was cut off by the ghost hitting him from behind with a desk and sending him sprawling as Dean called out a warning.

"Slow on the uptake Sammy!" Dean called as he threw his poker at the poltergeist, before pulling Sam up and aiming his gun carefully, looking around to find where they'd come from next, Sam picked up his poker and moved towards the stairs.

"Yeah well be quicker with your damn warnings," Sam mumbled, wiping the side of his face and shaking dust out of his hair as the two ghosts appeared at the bottom of the stairs and started to advance towards them. Castiel appeared at his other side with the poker Dean had thrown and brandished it like he would his angel sword, glaring at the ghosts and sneering slightly, "why don't you just go and burn them, Cas?" Sam asked, adjusting his grip on his own poker and eyeing the ways to get to the stairs.

"I thought you wanted to?" Cas asked while flicking his eyes towards the younger Winchester, Sam snorted and was about to retort when the two ghosts stopped and shrieked in pain, going up in flames as the three men stood and watched, mouths agape.

"What the fuck?!" Dean said again as he and Sam raced towards the stairs and took them two at a time. Cas zapped his way to the top and followed them into the room where they saw the glow of a fire coming from, two bodies in the chimney breast on fire and the smell of burning salt stinging their noses. The three of them looked around and Sam heard a noise from outside, he dashed to the window and glared into the darkness as he heard a bike start up and speed away through the fields surrounding them.

"So, what, bike girl is a hunter?" Sam said with a glance over his shoulder at Dean and Castiel.

"Looks like it," Dean said as he watched the bodies fall apart, "but I guess we'll never know unless Cas zaps us after her. Why didn't you tell us there was someone else here man?!" Dean rounded on Castiel who was stood in the centre of the room looking confused.

"I had no knowledge she was there," he said as the other two found themselves in the Impala, "but if we wish to follow her, I suggest we move."

Dean didn't say anything else, and turned the key in the ignition, tearing off in the same direction Sam saw the bike go, and grinning when Sam (who was sat shotgun) said he could see the tracks from the bike in the dirt and Dean floored his baby as fast as she could go.

"I hope this girl isn't on a speed bike or anything, or even my baby might not catch her," Dean grumbled as they flew across open country roads.

"I can see tail lights!" Sam said suddenly pointing in front of them at a red light slowly coming more into focus, "so either no, she isn't on a speed bike or she's wanting to be caught."

They watched the lights take the curve of the road and disappear behind some trees, Dean swore and revved the Impala to go faster, reaching the curve as Sam strained forward in his seat to see where the lights were, pointing as the bike seemed to slow in front of them and Dean let up on the gas pedal carefully, ready to shove his foot down if the bike sped up again.

They watched the bike slow to a stop and the figure on it climb off carefully, seemingly fighting with themselves to do it as they pulled up close behind the bike. The figure kept their helmet on but looked seemingly straight at them, holding one hand behind it – her- and the other on the handle of her bike, ready to jump back on in a second if she needed to.

"Cas, what can you read off her?" Dean asked from behind the wheel, both his and Sam's eyes trained on the lone figure who seemed to tense even more when they didn't get out of the car.

"I… Cannot read anything, it is almost as if she does not exist," Castiel said while frowning. Dean's eyes flicked to him in the mirror.

"As in she has sigils, or as in she shouldn't exist?"

"I cannot tell," Cas said, flitting out of the car and appearing behind the figure, who yelped as Castiel brought her arm out from behind her back and made her drop the knife she was holding before bringing it above her head and lifting her off the ground slightly.

Sam and Dean shouted slightly as Cas lifted her up by her arm and dove out of the car, moving closer to hear a voice that was definitely not American shouting profanities at Castiel.

"Put me down you goddamn son of a bitch or I swear to every deity that I will… Do something very unpleasant to you!"

"Well that was convincing," Dean said while folding his arms and chuckling, the girl turned towards him and Dean could feel the glare coming through the helmet, "how's about you act nicer and tell us why you shot out of that house?"

"How's about you get him to put me down so I can take off my damn helmet?!" the girl spat, the accent clearly coming out as British, Yorkshire, as she wriggled the arm that Cas held onto and gestured with the other one.

Castiel met Dean's eye as he nodded, and gently lowered her arm and let her go, "thanks for nothin'," she grumbled as she rolled her shoulder and the brothers heard it click slightly before she sighed and took off her helmet. The girl shook out her blonde hair then turned the full force of her glare onto the two brothers, and Dean felt like he'd been hit by another Cas, her eyes were as bright, if not a brighter, blue as his were.

He heard Sam take in a sharp breath next to him and turned to him as Sam started speaking, "you were in the diner! It was your bike that woke me up in the motel before we got to this town!"

The girl shifted her glare to him, "no shit Sherlock, what're you doing, followin' me? Or is it just coincidence that we've ended up in the same town five in a row?"

"Wait, what? Five?" Dean asked, snapping his attention back to the girl who somehow managed to bite both lips at once and mutter a 'bugger' at the same time, "five towns? If anything sunshine we've only seen you at two. So spill."

The girl glanced at Castiel stood behind her and sighed, putting her helmet onto the seat of her bike and rubbing the back of her neck before flicking her fringe out of her face and looking back to Sam and Dean, "yeah, five, the first three I saw you there and just left, 'cus hell why would I get in the way of the Winchesters? But after the last two, I figured you were either following or hunting me; hence the scarpering from the last place after I saved your arses. Which you're welcome for, by the way," she folded her arms and raised her eyebrow, Dean went to make a retort but Sam cut him off.

"Yeah, um, thanks? Why would we be hunting you?"

The girl shifted and licked her bottom lip, seemingly trying to go through her bike to move away from Castiel, "well y'know, when two of the best hunters out there and their angel seem to be following you its not that much of a jump," she glanced nervously at the three of them again while fidgeting.

"Cas, can you tell us what's going on in that head of hers?" Dean asked suddenly, the girl suppressed a grin so quickly Sam was almost sure he'd missed it, but when he looked again he could see it there in here eyes as plain as if she was beaming at the three of them.

Castiel frowned at the back of her head, "no, I cannot, it is the same as when she was in the last house, I cannot see anything of her save for her physical presence."

"And how would you explain that?" Dean spat at the girl.

"Wow, all politeness aren't you?" the girl scowled and uncrossed her arms, balling her hands into fists at her sides.

"Look," Sam said holding up his hands and trying to calm everyone down, "the last time we ran into someone British she didn't exactly ruffle us the right way," Sam glanced at Dean and saw his brother set his jaw but not say anything, "so, how come Cas can't 'see' you?"

The girl glared at Dean a second longer before looking at Sam and her gaze softening, "you're the peacemaker of the group then? I get that," she sighed, "there's no way to say this without you pulling some weapon on me," Sam saw Dean tense more and his hand twitch to the gun at his belt, he saw the girl tense too and knew she'd seen the movement, "but I'm willing to let your angel check my soul so you know I'm actually good," she said quickly.

"What are you?" Dean said between clenched teeth.

The girl's eyes flicked to Castiel, "I'm a witch. But not a witch like you've encountered!" she said quickly, raising her hands as Dean brought his gun to point at her, "not one who's made a stupid demon deal!" Sam put his hand on Dean's arm and shook his head minutely as Dean glanced at him, frowning at the sneer on the girl's face at the word 'demon'. Dean lowered his arm slightly and the girl relaxed a little; her breath escaping in a grateful rush though Sam could still see the tension in her legs as if she was ready to dive to the side at any time, which was wise, "there are other types of witch, ones which are born with magic, we don't need to make deals with demons to be able to do stuff, and we've pretty much got the same powers as angels but without the wings and the flying, hence the bike, but we're mostly good. I mean about ninety percent of us are hunters, just y'know, we mostly keep to oursen 'cus when we say 'oh hey I'm a witch' it doesn't exactly go down well," the words flew out of her mouth in a rush as she looked between Sam, Dean and the barrel of Dean's gun, seemingly not daring to look away in case Dean decided to pull the trigger when she did.

"So, wait, other types of witch? Are there more than just demon ones and 'non' demon ones?" Sam asked, his brain reeling a little, the girl nodded and gulped slightly, taking a breath to steady herself.

"Yeah… Yeah, there's a few, I mean there are elementals, and your run of the mill ones, like me, and there's the demon idiots but they're more normal people who've landed people like me with a bad rep," she gave a hollow smile and shrugged slightly, her hands still in the air, "then there's your faery witches, and your shadow witches, but those ones definitely keep to themsen; some of us claim the title of hunter witch 'cus we're the ones who hunt like you guys would, but mostly we don't bother with that one," she shrugged properly and smiled a bit brighter as Sam pushed Dean's arm down and he didn't resist, "so, yeah, if you want your angel to check out my soul, then we can all go our merry ways and I'll not bother you again," the girl clapped her hands together and glanced at Cas and then back to Sam and Dean.

Dean looked at Sam and then glanced at Castiel before looking back at the girl, "now why would we part ways? Seems like you've got some info we could do with having if you're telling the truth."

The girl frowned again, "what purpose would I have of lying to you? Your angel could smite me in a second," she said waving an arm vaguely in Castiel's direction.

"Look, just, Cas would you check her soul?" Sam said rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

Cas nodded and moved around to in front of the girl, "you may want to sit down, this could be… Unpleasant," this brought a chuckle from the girl.

"Been through it before, blue eyes, I know how unpleasant it can be," she smiled and shrugged as Sam and Dean moved forwards to watch closer.

The girl adjusted how she was stood and took a deep breath, then nodded at Cas and closed her eyes. Castiel glanced at Sam and Dean, Sam shrugged and stepped closer to the girl as Dean nodded with stony eyes, his jaw still set in suspicion.

Cas raised his hand, "I am going to start now."

"Whenever you're ready blue ey-" her sentence was cut off by a sharp gasp as Castiel's hand slowly pushed into her chest and she hissed in pain as Cas closed his eyes and put the rest of his hand into her, a bright white light shining around his wrist as he 'gently' found what he was looking for and withdrew his hand, the girl swayed slightly and Sam reached out as if to steady her as she took another deep breath and leant away from him, "eyes," she said shakily and smiled at Cas.

"Well?" Dean barked.

"She is telling the truth."

"She isn't lying to you? She's already hidden from you apparently," Dean said while still glaring at the girl.

"Yes, a soul cannot be faked, though I believe the only way you would believe me is if you felt it yourself."

"Is there a way to do that?" Dean asked and Sam stared at him, his jaw dropping open as Cas nodded hesitantly.

"Yes, it would require me putting both hands in with yours between mine, but it is a lot more painful than what I have just done."

The girl squirmed as Dean said, "what are we waiting for then?"

"Woah! Dean! Maybe you should ask her first?" Sam said moving to step between the girl and Dean.

"Yeah, I'd kinda like a say in who gets inside me, thanks," the girl said, folding her arms and cringing, "that wasn't meant to sound so much like an innuendo."

Dean grinned for a second despite himself, "sorry sugar, but I want to know if you're telling the truth with my own… Feel?" he glanced at Castiel who shrugged and rolled his eyes. Sam let out a strange noise.

"That is just so wrong dude," but he looked over his shoulder at the girl, "you alright with that?"

The girl shrugged and uncrossed her arms, "I guess; if that'll make you not wanna shoot me, sure."

"You may want to brace yourself more for this one," Castiel said as she shrugged and leant against her bike slightly.

"What's your name?" Sam asked as he moved to her side out of the way.

The girl flashed him a grin, "finally someone has manners, Tannia Colt, but y'know, call me whatever you wanna."

Sam smiled slightly and watched as Castiel sandwiched one of Dean's hands between his. Tannia took another deep breath and looked at the three hands nervously before widening her stance and closing her eyes again. Cas glanced at her before touching the three hands to her chest and she squirmed, then cried out in pain as Cas gently pushed forwards, the light coming from a larger hole and slightly brighter this time. Her knees buckled slightly and Sam caught her with an arm under hers and held her up as she shook with pain, she clenched her teeth and breathed deeply a few times while flinching every time Castiel and Dean's hands moved.

Castiel carefully moved his and Dean's hands and Dean blinked in surprise when Cas said, "there, do you feel that?" and Dean nodded, Cas carefully but quickly removed their hands and Tannia sagged against Sam with a whimper.

"You," she took a deep breath, "weren't kidding when you said that was more painful…" she said between gasps before passing out in Sam's arms.