Deana walked in to the room dropping her bags on to the bed.
"Hello Deana" said a rough voice from behind her she turned around and saw Castiel standing right behind her. The angel still had some facial hair he was no longer wearing the dirty old hospital scrubs he was wearing the last time she saw him while they we're in purgatory, He also still wore his trench coat. Deana noticed the hatred in his eyes trod her.
"I wish I could say it's good to see you Cas" she noticed his angel sword slide down his sleeve. She knew automatically he was going to kill her
"I don't" Deana looked to the other room attached to hers "you left me in purgatory to die Dean" she looked at him when he said the nickname she's had since high school that Sammy gave her. He always made the joke that he might as well have a brother instead of an older sister because she was such a tomboy.
"I had to Cas the leviathans wouldn't stop until you were dead"
"And you had to get to Sam" she looked away from him again. Castiel took this opportunity to attack, Cas hit Deana. The wind was completely knocked out of her but she recovered fast and managed to elbow Cas in the face and she kicked him in the side. Deana dove for the bag to get the angel knife she had there but Castiel graved her by the back of her shirt and pulled her up and he punched her in the face breaking her nose. As he punched her again she remembered the time when she was going to say yes to Michael. Castiel had beaten her so bad that she couldn't get off the ground. She remembered yelling at him to just do it to hit her again maybe even kill her but what Cas did surprised her a bit. He had leaned down and kissed but he had a motive he knocked her out. Deana also thought that this beating much worse than last time because while Deana was trying to fight back while thinking about the first time he hit her Castiel dislocated her arm. Deana took the knife in her boot and jabbed it into Castiel's chest. She knew it wouldn't kill him but it may slow him down as she retrieved the angel knife from her duffle back. She jumped on to the bed again her fingers grazed the knife in her bag when Cas grabbed her by waist band of her jeans. He threw her against the wall causing it to make large cracks and a loud bang. Deana landed right by the door to the other room. Cas stood above her hand clenched in a fist and that hatred still in his eyes. Deana's heart practically stopped as crying filled the motel.