Later that night, I was getting restless and the motel room was becoming suffocating so I told Dean and Sam that I was going for a walk.
"Fine, but one of us is coming with you," Dean looked at me.
"What? No!" I refused. "I'm 27 years old, I don't need babysitting."
"27? Really?" Sam asked surprised. "You look much younger, about-"
Dean cut Sam off, saying "never mind about that; you might not need babysitting but you do need protecting."
"I can protect myself," I straightened my back and puffed out.
Dean stared at me and when I didn't back down, he gave in. "Fine. But you have fifteen minutes and if you're not back in fifteen minutes, then we're coming to find you."
Looking at Dean's pointing finger, I rolled my eyes and asked Sam, "how to you cope with him?"
"It's not easy, believe me," Sam smiled at me and I laughed and then left.
I'd been walking for about five minutes and was now walking through an alley when I saw someone stood under the nearest light ahead of me, which wasn't that far. I looked at the face and held my breath, remembering what Dean and Sam had told me about being hunted.
"Wh-what do you want, demon?"
"King of hell actually but you can call me Crowley, and I am here to offer my services," the King, wearing a black suit and black trenchcoat, said.
I took a step back. "Your-your services? What are . . .you're not here to-to kill me? I was told angels and-and demons were hunting me to-to kill me because I'm an abomination," I stuttered.
"An abomination? No, you're one of a kind, unique," Crowley acted suave. "And my services? Well darling, I can make you human, well, appear human anyway." He smiled and walked up to me; I couldn't move away, he had my interest.
"So I'd still be-"
"Nephilim? Yes but upstairs and below won't be able to see it. To them, the King of hell will have turned you human and that's all they will be able to see too."
"What do you get out of it?" I looked at him, suspicious.
"The soul of a nephilim in hell is a chance I will not pass up, your soul will make hell an even more powerful place," Crowley explained.
This time I was able to move. "No, I'm not going to hell."
"Not right this minute. You will get 10 more glorious years to live out up here before you come to work for the king," he moved his hands in front of his body from head downwards. "As I previously said, a soul like yours could work wonders in hell."
I looked past his demon face and focused on his meatsuit. He was wearing a man in his late 40's and the man was attractive. I continued to stare at him as I thought over what he said; it was extremely tempting.
"No one would be after you. You wouldn't have to be babysat by the . . .Winchesters." It seemed like he struggled to say their name as he moved closer to me until he was close enough that I could smell his musky cologne.
"How?" I asked and focused on his attractive vessel rather than the demon face underneath.
"The deal is sealed with a kiss," he replied quietly.
I took a deep breath and nodded my head.
The King put his hand on the back of my head and just as I felt his meatsuit's body heat, I heard a flutter of wings behind me as a voice said, "I cannot let you do this."
"And why does an angel care what she does? After all, you want to kill her," Crowley let go of me and said to Castiel.
"I don't. In fact, I was instructed to kill her no more than three hours ago and I refused."
I turned round to face him and when I seen his face, my knees felt weak. "This will stop me from being hunted, it will make me safe."
"And you will go to hell,"
"Well, what will happen when I die? I won't go to heaven, they think I am an abomination and surely hell is better than purgatory. No one wants me," I sighed and dropped my shoulders along with my eyes.
"I . . ." Castiel started and then hesitated.
"Oh, well I wasn't expecting this," Crowley raised his eyebrows and smiled. "This is going to be interesting, something I don't want to miss so sorry, I won't be helping you afterall."
I looked from Castiel to Crowley and back again.
"What? What's he on about?"
Castiel didn't answer, just looked at me again with his trademark puppy dog eyes, so Crowley answered for him.
"It seems angel-boy here has something of a thing for you. An attraction."
"Is he right?" I asked and Castiel responded by nodding. "But I thought angels and humans-"
"You are not entirely human," Castiel interrupted.
"But it's a-it's not allowed, it will cause trouble," I carried on.
"Which I can't wait to see," Crowley rocked back and forth on his feet, grinning.
"I will try to rebel for you. I will rebel for you." With a flutter of wings, he was gone.
I turned back to Crowley and he was also gone, leaving me alone in the alley.
I looked at my watch and saw I had only three minutes left out so I started heading back.
When I got to the motel, I hardly said much, I just got into the bed Dean told me I was staying in and closed my eyes, replaying Castiel telling me he was going to rebel for me, admitting that he had feelings for me. He hadn't even known me a whole day! It didn't take me long until I fell asleep.
'I will try to rebel for you, I will rebel for you.'
I looked up into his eyes that were so blue and held the front of his coat. 'I can't ask you to do that for me. You will lose your brothers.'
'I won't let my brothers kill you, you're innocent and pure and don't deserve any of this. None of it is your fault,' Castiel wrapped his arms around me and I buried my head into his chest.
I rolled over and I could hear people talking. Dean's voice and then Sam's and then . . .Castiel's voice.
It was morning already so I sat up and looked at the three of them. "What's going on?"
"Ask Cas cos I woke up and he was standing over you, watching you," Dean snarled, looking at Cas.
I took a closer look and saw a little bit of blood on his lip. "So you hit him?" I jumped out of the bed.
"He was brought here yesterday to kill you! You do remember that, don't you?" Sam joned in.
"I am guessing she didn't tell you about last night then?" Castiel looked at both of the brothers.
"No, it seems that must have slipped her mind," Dean said while scowiing at me.
"I stopped her from making a deal with Crowley."
"What? We are trying to protect you from being killed and you nearly make a deal with the worst demon of all?!"
"He said he was the King of hell," I looked at him.
"He's still a demon, you stupid woman!" Dean shouted at me.
Castiel turned and looked at him. "Don't speak to her like that.
Dean look confused for a moment and I started to explain.
"He told me-he said that . . .he said that he could make me appear human to the angels and demons, that they would think the deal turned me into a-a human. He-he wasn't going to kill me."
"Okay, you might not have been in this life for very long but-" Sam started and I interrupted him.
"I've been able to see every true form of supernatural being since I was little."
"Wow, that's gotta suck," Dean said. "Have you had to deal with any?"
"Just ghosts. I've seen the odd angel but only ever from a distance and I don't think they ever knew what I was," I answered.
"Anyway, as I was saying. Here's the thing, you don't believe anything demons tell you. Ever. Everything they tell you is a lie," Sam carried on where he left off and I sank onto one of the beds.
"I just wanted things to go back to normal, back to how they were at the beginning of this week, before I was an abomination," I dropped my head and took deep breaths to try and stop myself from getting upset.
I didn't see Castiel walk up to me, I only saw him when he knelt down in front of me and held both of my hands in his.
My breath caught in my throat and I felt a hot flush spread throughout my body.
"My brothers think you are an abomination but I don't and even if you are, then you're a beautiful abomination."
Dean and Sam looked at each other with their eyebrows raised and Sam mouthed 'really?'
I looked up at Castiel and when he let a small smile show, I threw my arms round his shoulders.
"Thank you Castiel."
He went rigid and awkwardly patted my back, obviously not comfortable.
"I'm sorry," I apologised and sat back up, away from him.
"Don't apologise, I'm just not familiar with physical contact," Castiel explained and stood.
"So what happens now?" Sam asked.
"I want you to take care of her and protect her when I cannot."
"Cas, that's impossible. We're supposed to be protecting her, not putting her in more danger," Dean stressed.
"Wait Dean, if she can see supernatural creatures, it might be handy to have her around," Sam said.
"Please Dean," Castiel looked at Dean, pleadingly.
"Oh fine, whatever," Dean sighed and looked at me. "Welcome to the family."