A.N.: I don't own the Ghostfacers, Bobby, or Cas. I do own everyone else in this story! If you like the Ghostfacers and Cas, this is the story for you my friend! And I'm not trying to fool anyone so I'll just say it, sorry, this story has zippo for Sam and Dean.

My breath is hot like a fire...

But my lips are frozen cold.

The girls lay me down on the couch in Bobby's cabin, and I know I must look bad from the expression on their faces. My gaze travels to Bobby, who's standing a ways away, his face grim. He's been like an uncle to me, looked out for me, looked out for all of us. Taught us everything there was to know about being a hunter. I know who he will call.

But do I want him to come?

He probably won't come, when did he ever before when you called him? I think coldly.

But if he doesn't come you'll die, whispers a small voice in my head, its hiss causing a stab of fear to slice through my chest. I suck in another breath of air, my sight and hearing dim, making everything misty and indistinguishable. It's out of my hands now. But whatever, if it's my time to go, then that's the way it is. This line of work comes with a death waver. I do feel a little bit stupid though, it's my fault I got bit.

"Why did you hide yourself from me?" I hear a familiar voice call. You're imagining things. Delusional.

But his hands are all too real when he touches me.

"She's been bit by an Illusionist." I hear Bobby say distantly.

Then I feel his hands anxiously tug at the zipper of my leather jacket and pull it away from my body. Wow, you're fresh. I think, trying to keep myself from blacking out.

What happens next however, is no laughing matter.

I groan and grit my teeth as a white light erupts from his hand. My insides feel like they're on fire, like he's torching them right out of me.

And then it's done.

I blink, clearing my vision, and his worried face is the first thing I see.

"Cas?" I manage, all my energy drained away by the poison and pain.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly.

I pant a bit, then sink deeper into the couch. "Yeah...yeah."

Suddenly I am wrapped in a hug. My eyes widen, Castiel never seemed like the huggy type. When he pulls away his blue eyes are filled with worry and guilt is lying somewhere in his lips.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, scanning the room. Only Brandi, my older sister is still around, but as soon as she catches my gaze, she smiles and gives a thumbs up before leaving Cas and me in private.

"Bobby Singer called me. What were you doing fighting Illusionists? If Bobby hadn't...I almost didn't get to you in time." His hands rest gently on my forearms.

I sigh and don't answer, my eyes closing, shutting away that face that brings up to many memories.

His hands slide off my arms. "I understand...you are tired. I'll help you to your bed." He says softly, his voice low.

I slowly get up, waving him off, but when the floor starts spinning, he wraps an arm around my shoulders anyways.

"I have a question of my own." I say when we make it to my bed. "Why didn't you ever answer my calls?"

He looks to the floor, then turns away from me and walks to the window. "I didn't want to endanger you by making contact…" Then his jaw tenses. "I had no idea you were taking care of that just fine by yourself." His last words grind off in a halt, his tone condescending and one notch away from bitter.

Ah, it seems he's still struggling to understand my lifestyle choices. Like I had any choice. First time I saw him was also the first time I saw the Supernatural. After that, after my friends and I knew about what was really out there, we wanted to defend ourselves. We really sucked at first. We got into a real bad spot one hunt when Bobby Singer came and saved us. Ever since then, he's been training my sister, my best friend and I how to be real hunters. "Phsst, yeah whatever." I roll onto the bed and kick off my boots.

Cas turns his head and looks at me again, his gaze suddenly softer. "It is good to see you again, Lana."

He is just as handsome as ever, those blue eyes just the same as that night we stood together on that beach in…No, don't even let yourself think about it for a second. He doesn't care about you any more than anyone else. He's an angel...it's been two years.

But still...My eyes shift and finally with a grunt, I put aside my anger and tell him how I really feel. "It's good to see you again too." I say quietly.

A hint of a smile plays across his face, but quickly disappears. "I have to go, I wish I had more time to speak with you. I will return when I can." He says, walking a few steps closer to me.

I nod. "See you later."

He hesitates a moment…and then he's gone.

"Yeah, yeah, just poof away you ass..." I grumble, squirming around in my bed for a better position. It's been two years since I first met Castiel. Since I saw him last too.

He promised he'd never forget me. But he never came when I called. And it's not like I called him when I was lonely or something, only in emergencies! I squeeze my eyes shut tightly at the memory of one time in particular. The girls and I were in a heap of trouble, we were all badly wounded.

I called, I cried, I screamed...he never showed.

After that, I decided, screw him. We'd met once, it meant nothing. So I got a protection spell placed on all of us so he would never be able to see where I was. I'm still angry with him.

I think it's also because I blame him for where I am now. If I had never met him…I might still be with my family. I wouldn't have to keep running. Running and hunting, running and hunting. Once you're in they say, you never get out. And for what? One romantic, magical, moonlit night with an angel dude that results in a relationship that goes nowhere? I think I'll pass.

You're probably thinking: she's just in denial. And maybe I am, I mean let's be honest. Now that I know demons and monsters are real, would I really rather be doing anything else? Aren't I saving people? Protecting people, like my family? Aren't I still with my sister and my best friend?

Still, I'm angry with him.

But I wish I wasn't. Sometimes I want so badly to forgive him. And it's stupid, so stupid...but I still wear the pentagram necklace he gave me all those years ago.