Cait came hopping down the familiar steps of Bobby's two story home and could hear several male voices in the study. When she jumped off the last step she turned to see Bobby, Dean and Sam all standing awkwardly around one another. She eyed them suspiciously since they suddenly became quiet as soon as she came into their vicinity.

"What's going on?" she inquired.

"Nothin'," Dean said quickly with that distracting smile she knew too well.

Sam elbowed him "Don't lie to her." he scolded.

Bobby scratched the back of his head before adjusting his cap and sat on the corner of his desk and beckoned Cait to come in. She groaned, knowing this meant some sort of lecture or bad news; it always did.

"We're going on a hunt." he said plainly.

She looked around at the boys before settling her gaze back on Bobby "Why is that a bad thing?" she asked hesitantly.

"Because you can't come with us." Bobby's voice was steady but it was obvious that he was weary of this confrontation.

"Wha…?" Cait looked utterly wounded as she looked back toward the boys who were conveniently looking away, avoiding her gaze. "Why? I'm not a child, I can fight demons and whatever monsters go bump in the night too." she felt her temper blaze.

"I know honey, but this time," Bobby seemed to search for the words a moment. "It's just dangerous and we don't know what to expect."

"That's such a crock!" she exclaimed, wanting to kick Dean for pretending to look at the papers on Bobby's desk. "Every hunt is like that! You never really know what's going to happen on any hunt!"

"I know, darlin' but this'uns different." Bobby drawled as he rubbed his forehead, showing his age.

Cait stood there for a long moment, a scowl on her face, she turned around to face Dean and Sam head on and they both jerked upward to straighten up as if she were a drill sergeant and they her soldiers to verbally assault. She glared at them both individually, letting their guilt suffice her hunger for vengeance; for now. And without a word walked out of the office. Just as all three men exhaled she turned on her heels making them all flinch.

"Fine, but I'm not happy." she said pointing at all of them in turn before storming away. "Well that went better than I thought." Dean said with a grin, his eyebrows raising in mock victory.

"Shut up y'idgit…"

Later that day Cait was out under the jeep changing the oil when Sam walked up. He seemed timid and she had watched his feet from the house, hesitantly walking toward the jeep, stopping and contemplating several times before finally reaching her.

"Save it Sammie, I don't want to hear it." she grumbled, wiping her face and leaving a light black streak along her jaw.

He smiled but tried to hide it and took a clean rag and rubbed her face with it. She felt her cheeks flare up as she swiped it form his hand and did it herself. His grin more apparent the more flustered she became.

"Look, I know you're upset but…" he looked over his shoulder and saw Dean with the trunk open, reloading ammo and counting his guns.

"You know we can't leave on bad terms." he finished.

Cait was rubbing her hands in the rag though she wasn't actually cleaning them any more, just mulling over what Sam was saying. She tossed the rag expertly into a bucket a few feet away and threw her hands down childishly.

"That's not fair," she whimpered. "You don't get to do that. I'm entitled to being angry for longer than a minute."

"You're right, you are. Just… just wait till we get back." he tilted his head. "Please?"

Cait groaned loudly and threw a small tantrum of fist waving, dirt kicking and under the breath cursing before she finally turned to face him.

"Can I know what this hunt is?" she finally asked.

Sam's face twisted in uncertainty and he opened his mouth to respond in a way she knew was only going to be excuses so she held her hand up to cease him. "Fine. Don't tell me." Sam gave her a look of apprehension, he couldn't gauge her mood by her response and tone. She took a few steps forward and punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow," he said holding his shoulder but he laughed as he said it.

Cait threw her hands around his abdomen and buried her face in his chest, pouting relentlessly. He folded his arms around her and rubbed her back reassuringly.

"Be safe…" she whispered miserably.

"We will." was all Sam could think to say.

She stepped back and looked at him. He smiled and she rolled her eyes and groaned loudly as she kicked the dirt and began walking over to the Impala. Sam watched her from afar as she approached Dean with her arms folded. He couldn't hear what they were saying or make it out on their lips but it began with her obviously mumbling her goodbye and Dean grinning maliciously, excited to take advantage of this situation where she was unhappy but had to be nice to him. He pulled her into a hug and ruffled her hair and Sam could hear her shriek and smack at him but was trapped in his arms, trying feebly to wiggle away. He finally let her go and she smacked him on the chest and he laughed as he stepped away. They spoke a little bit and Sam could see Cait rub her eyes like she had dirt in them but he knew her well enough that it was her way to fight back tears. He could see Dean's features soften, even from this far away, and pull her into another embrace and kissing her on top of the head. He saw his brother bend and whisper something to Cait before letting her go. She stepped back and nodded, staring down and away from the gaze she couldn't handle head on and walked away to find Bobby.

Sam walked in just as Bobby was hugging Cait and telling her to be good for him when Castiel appeared out of thin air. Sam jumped and held his chest.

"Cas…" he breathed.

"Hello Sam. What's going on?" he inquired, all business as usual.

"We're about to head out, check out that hot spot you told us about. Just saying bye to Cait. She's not too happy she can't come."

"It's dangerous." Cas said quickly.

"I know, I know and we told her that. So she's staying…"

Cait's gaze turned on Castiel, her eyes red and her expression heart wrenchingly sad.

"Dear God…" Cas said to Sam quietly.

"I know."

"She's good." Cas continued.

"I know…" Sam said in a tone that said he knew all too well.

Cait was surprised when she turned to see Castiel. It had been a few months since first meeting him and there was something about him that made Cait uneasy though something else that drew her to him as well. When she had first met Castiel it was soon after Dean had come back from Hell. When he had told her that he was an angel of the Lord she was skeptical. But Bobby and the boys had shrugged and said as far as they could tell he wasn't lying. Cait was so overwhelmed by Dean being alive and this new person who was sent from what she believed heaven she nearly fell to her knees and asked:

"My sister, is she happy? Is it a birthday party every day?" her voice shaking with emotions.

Castiel seemed bewildered at first by her outburst but then he smiled in a way that was etched into her mind. The kind of smile that said more than words could ever tell. She nodded gratefully but didn't speak to him for weeks after. That was until he began to show up more and more and it was hard not to talk to him. He was so naive and gullible and Cait couldn't help but tease him relentlessly. He was beginning to understand her lingo and they would joke and smile at one another in passing. But she knew he was no friend of hers but of Dean and Sam's. They made it clear that she was no apart of the affairs that involved the angels though she constantly eavesdropped on their conversations when they thought she was up in her room asleep.

When they finally left she stood in the house alone, looking through the fridge for food she knew wasn't there and sighed before giving up. She fell onto the couch to watch some bad tv and settled on cops. She was just singing the intro. when her phone rang. She recognized the number immediately and answered.

"Hello?"

"Caity… It's Jansen."

"Is everything alright?" she sat up, his voice sounding urgent and strained.

"It's hunting season down in Georgia… are you interested?"

Her heart leapt with a thrill and she grinned, biting her lip slightly as she stood. A few strides to the office and she was already writing down his location.

It was a day and a half drive to Georgia and she didn't stop to sleep. When she arrived at the big house with the long paved driveway and the green lawn she was so exhausted the front step to the home looked comfortable enough to sleep on. She knocked on the door timidly, intimidated by its massiveness and a freckled face answered the door. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, a familiar face, she dropped her duffel bag and fell into him. They embraced for a long moment, perhaps too long; for the comfort almost caused her to fall asleep in his arms but he laughed and took her bag and showed her to her room. It was actually his room, study books were strewn across his desk and a radio was buzzing quietly in the background. She felt the bed beckon her as she crawled from the bottom to the top and planting her face into the pillow. Jansen was talking to her but she couldn't listen, she rolled over and interrupted whatever he had been saying.

"Tuck me in." her voice was hoarse from the long drive and the toll it had taken.

His mouth was still open from the conversation he was apparently having with himself, he realized, but he still smiled nonetheless, rolling his eyes at her. He walked over to the bedside she was on and pulled the covers down, she pitifully lifted her bottom half, not nearly as helpful as she thought she was, so that Jansen could pull the cover on top of her. She shimmied out of her jeans and he felt them fall on his feet on the floor. He rolled his eyes as he forced her to sit up, pulling each of her arms out of her jacket and then the t-shirt. At his dresser, looking for a comfortable shirt for her to wear he jumped slightly, startled. She had slingshot her bra across the room at him and it had landed in his drawer. He exhaled through his nose and tossed it to the side like a used tissue, only using the tips of his fingers. He pulled out an old shirt he didn't wear much and threw it at her. She made a muffled whimpering noise as she pulled it over her head and snuggled down into his bed. The sheets, the pillows, the blanket were all softer than clouds and it didn't take long before she was absolutely passed out and dead to the world. Jansen sat on the bed next to her for a moment and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. It had been much too long since he had seen his friend and he wanted to crawl into bed and bug her into waking up so they could talk but, he thought, he'd let her sleep, just this once.

He went back to his desk, where his laptop had fallen asleep and his books were strewn across the desk. He blinked, trying to wake himself some, but every sentence he attempted to read always ended in his hasty glances towards his friend and his bed. After 15 minutes he gave up miserably, shutting his mac and turning out the light. He pulled off his shirt and crawled into bed. The room was an inky dark and he had to fumble his way into the bed. He reached out eagerly but very carefully until he felt Caity's shoulder. He smiled in the dark and pulled her toward him. She grumbled incoherently and rolled over so her back was to him. He pulled her against him and snuggled into her like a life sized teddy bear. It was just nice to have her there even if she was too tired to enjoy it. He was so giddy about her presence that it kept him up for nearly an hour but he finally fell asleep with a small smile still on his face.