Heather was a loner. She never really went out much. She was working on her new book when she heard the doorbell ring. That's odd. Who would be this far out in the country at this hour, was her first thought, since was almost one in the morning. Her cat, Mr. Fizzles, weaved in front of her to beat her to the door. He was always a very protective cat.

As she opened the door, a thrill of excitement race down her back. On her porch stood the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His eyes held her captive. If she had died right then, her life would have been complete because she had seen the most beautiful eyes on the face of the planet.

Finally, she forced her eyes to break from this man's spell. He looked at her expectantly. Realizing how dumb she looked, she forced herself to break the tension. "I'm Heather. What can I do for you?" At least she sounded composed and not the mess of feels like she was on the inside.

"My friends and I have lost our way. What is the quickest way to town?" His voice was raspy and sexy. It's a surprise she didn't melt at his feet. She always did love a man with a deep voice.

Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, his words registered, and she then noticed his two companions standing by a black car. She could never tell the difference in cars. Luckily, she knew it was a Chevy. That was the extent of her knowledge, though. One of the men was taller than the others. He had shaggy hair and sad eyes. The other one wore a leather jacket and he seemed cocky and arrogant from experience. The man in front of her cleared his throat.

"Oh, um, yeah. Just keep going straight and turn right at the stop sign and it will go straight to town," she stammered to the hottest man alive.

"Thank you," he replied simply.

"You're, um, welcome." Heather waited for him to leave, but he just stood there. "Do you need anything else?" she asked hopefully. Inside, she cringed at how desperate she sounded. He continued to stare at her. She looked down to see if she had something on her when she realized she was in her tank top and shorts that she used for sleeping. Blushing, she looked up to see him still studying her. So, she took the time to study him closer.

His dark hair had a tousled look to it like he'd just run his fingers through it. He was wearing a black suit with a backwards blue tie and a trenchcoat over it. She thought he looked adorable. She knew how hard it was to get everything to look right. She'd had problems getting dressed all her life.

"Cas, what's taking so long?" the shorter man yelled. "We need to go." Cas looked back at him and they both stared at each other. It was as though they were communicating in a secret way. She didn't like that. He was hers.

Heather shook her head at the notion. She can't be jealous of a man she'd just met. And he wasn't hers. Someone like him would never choose a girl like her. Not someone who would fangirl just at the mention of Star Wars. Someone who was antisocial and awkward.

Finally, annoyed with the whole situation, she told him, "If that's all, I'll just be going. This is getting a little too weird, and, trust me, I know weird." As she was shutting the door, a hand shot outward and stopped it dead in its tracks.

"Wait. Don't go," he pleaded in that sexy voice. A note of desperation stopped her from leaving.

"Well…?" she asked. He looked kind of nervous, which was odd. He seemed like the stone-cold type to her.

"May I come in?" he asked. Before she knew it, she had opened the door all the way and stepped aside to let him in. She didn't know what possessed her to do such a thing.

As he was stepping inside, she tried to compose herself. It was more difficult than she'd thought it would be. Just as she was about to shut the door, the two men who had been standing by the car stepped inside with two women she hadn't noticed before. They must have been in the car, but who could blame her for not looking there? She'd been distracted by a very hot man.

"Just come right on in," Heather mumbled under her breath. "Me casa es su casa."

"Sorry," one of the women apologized. "They have no manners. I'm Allene and this is Hope," she said as she pointed to a woman with short, brown hair and brown eyes. Hope wore a black shirt with two penguins on it that said, "If you're happy and you know it slap your friend". This made Heather laugh quietly in her head. Over the penguin shirt, Hope wore a black leather jacket, jeans, and combat boots.

The other woman, Allene, had longer and lighter hair that was pulled back. She wore red glasses and a white blouse, with a black a-line skirt and flats. Both women looked completely different, yet the same. They both held a secret in their eyes.

"It's okay," Heather replied. "I'm just not prepared for guests." As she was saying this, the shorter man walked over, grabbed Hope by the waist, pulled her to him and whispered, as her mother would say, sweet nothings in her ear.

"Dean," Hope warned sternly, but she couldn't quite keep the amusement out of her voice. Dean pouted for a second and then turned to look at Heather. It felt like he was determining if she was a threat.

"I'm Dean and that's my brother, Sam. I see you've met the girls." He was still studying her when Castiel appeared behind her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she jumped in surprise. "You scared me."

"Better get used to it," Sam chimed in. Confused by his statement, she turned to Castiel for clarification.

"Can we talk somewhere privately, perhaps?" was all he said. Heather nodded.

"We can talk on the back porch. Make yourselves at home," she called back to the others. "There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry."

"I'm starved," Dean said as he walked towards the kitchen.

"You're always starving," Sam retorted.

"Boys, be nice," Allene chastised. It seemed they were a big, happy family. Something Heather had always wanted.

"Is there any pie?" Dean yelled. "Never mind. I found it."

Heather shook her head as she led Castiel to the swing on the back porch. It was her favorite spot. She loved to go out there and think. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Heather had been studying her feet, something she did when she was nervous. She flinched when Castiel brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"I won't hurt you," he promised. "Ever." She almost swooned when he said that.

"I know," she replied, and she did. She felt safe with him. "So," she said. "What did you want to talk about?" He took a deep breath as if to calm himself.

"You. Me. Us." Heather stared at him in stunned silence. Before she could speak, he interrupted. "Just hear me out for a minute." Heather just nodded. "You are my other half. My mate. You are the one who will fill the empty pieces of my soul. I have known since the moment I saw you," Castiel stated. Heather sat there blankly staring at him in wide-eyed confusion. After several tense-filled moments, Cas broke the silence. "Please, say something."

"I can't believe this. This isn't real," Heather stated.

"Don't say that," he said with his voice full of hurt. "You felt it, too. You can't deny this feeling of rightness."

"I need a minute," Heather said, surprisingly with a steady voice.

"I'll be in the kitchen, then," Cas replied. Heather continued to sit on the porch to digest it all.

"Well, that was…interesting," Heather said to herself. She had always had a habit of talking to herself. She didn't worry until she started answering herself. Then, she could worry. She mulled the whole situation over in her head.

She did feel drawn to this mysterious man. He was beautiful and caring, but was it enough? All her life she'd held herself apart from anyone who could possibly care. It was a lonely life, and she was tired of spending it by herself. She made her decision and felt at peace. As she stood up to go get Castiel, she saw him standing in the doorway.

"I know you said you needed time alone, but I needed to check on you," he explained. Heather smiled and walked over to him.

"That's okay. I'm done thinking. I don't know how this is going to work, but I want to try," she said shyly as she looked down at her feet again.

"Look at me," he said gently as he lifted her chin to meet his eyes. "I'm glad you're taking a chance on me," he said softly. He slowly lowered his head towards her. She knew he was going to kiss her, but she was unprepared for the shock of the kiss. It felt as if they were connected forever by that one kiss. She never wanted to forget that feeling.

Castiel slowly broke away from their kiss. Both were breathing heavily.

"Wow," Heather muttered

"I agree," Castiel said while lowering his head to kiss her again. This time, the kiss wasn't sweet. It was full of passion and possession and a hint of desperation. This time, Heather was the one to break the kiss.

"We need to stop before things go too far. I mean, I'm all for it, but we have guests." Heather laughed quietly.

"You're right. I want to do this the right way. You deserve the best, and nothing less," he said to her. A warm feeling filled her heart. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever told her. The feeling of happiness felt too good to be true, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"So, um, what's with the posse inside my house?" Heather asked.

"That's another reason I wanted to talk to you, but you keep distracting me." Cas chuckled softly. "Let's sit down." They walked back to the swing where he told her everything. He told her about how Dean and Sam were Hunters and how he was an Angel of the Lord. Together, they had been through some tough times, including the Apocalypse. At the end, Heather looked at Cas blankly. "Are you…upset?" Castiel asked nervously.

"This is…awesome!" Heather exclaimed.

"Really?"

"Yes! I love paranormal stuff," she said. Castiel started laughing.

"What?" Heather asked with annoyance in her voice.

"Nothing, my little human. It's just that I shouldn't have been surprised. Both Allene and Hope had the same reaction," Cas explained.

"Oh. I have a question," Heather stated.

"What is it?" Cas wondered.

"Why did you call me 'little human'? It sounded like an insult." Cas looked down at her and smiled softly.

"Well, it might be an insult to other Angels, but the first time I saw you, you looked so fragile and innocent. I wanted to protect you more than anything. So, the term 'little human' fit." That feeling of happiness filled her again.

"Well, I guess that's not too bad," Heather whispered as she laid her head on Castiel's shoulder. They sat there like that for a long time; with her head resting on his shoulder, swinging back and forth. That is, until Dean came out of the house onto the porch, interrupting the moment.

"You're out of pie," Dean said gravely. "And cookies." Sighing, Heather stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"There's a secret stash in the pantry," Heather called to Dean, who was following behind her.

"Yeah, about that. We were…kinda hungry, so we…uh, ate the secret stash, too," Dean explained reluctantly. Heather entered the kitchen and checked the pantry. After searching for a minute, she stopped. She turned to look at the culprits. Hope was pointing at Allene, who was trying to brush the crumbs off of her shirt. Dean was looking at the floor and Sam was propped lazily against the counter, shaking his head.

"Tell me you didn't eat my white chocolate chip cookies," Heather said with a dangerous voice. They all turned to look at Hope, who just looked away, whistling. She looked back at them.

"I'm innocent," Hope stated with her hands up in the air. Allene looked at her friend with a look of disbelief. "What?" Hope asked. "Fine! I ate the cookies! Are you happy now?"

"She ate my cookie, too," Allene said, looking to Heather, who took a deep breath to calm herself. She felt arms wrap around her waist. She looked up to Cas as he whispered in her ear, "I'll get you something even better than cookies." Heather relaxed against him.

"You better. Those were my favorite. But, I guess I can't say that now that I have you," she said for his ears only.

"Forever and always," Castiel promised.