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And before she could reply he disappeared and in the same second Sam flung the door open, "Will hey, want some breakfast? Where's Cas?" he asked in a rush.
"Yeah, I'll cook. And I don't know, said he'll be back later though," she added as an afterthought, lost in her thoughts about what had happened and his attitude that morning.
"What did you think of him?" Sam pressed her curiously as they walked down the stairs.
Willow shrugged callously but then she felt a little breeze behind her which sent chills down her spine and smelt like sea breeze, rain and thunder. She smiled to herself and looked at Sam square in the eyes. "I'll let you know later, me and him need to talk first," with resolve as she felt the presence leave.

Willow looked at herself in the dusty full length mirror and sighed in disgust at herself and had to bite her lip to stop the tears which were threatening to spill down her cheeks. She was wearing a mid thigh length black, white and grey tie dyed dress which according to everyone else fit her body perfectly. But how could it, she cried to herself, due to all the tiredness, hunting and her metabolism she had no "body shape" she was a stick, a boys figure and she hated it. She thought that the tattoos which she so much loved marginally helped but only barely. She tried to tease her untameable hair into something which less resembled a lions mane but she only exceeded it in making it stick out at odd angles more. She growled at herself in the mirror and as the tears turned into waves of anger she'd clenched her fist and lashed out at the mirror, letting the pain of the glass cutting into her hands stop the tears falling. She fell to the floor and felt so hopeless. How could she expect an angel to love her? She was everything she hated about the world and more, and he was a fricken angel. She held her bleeding hand to her chest and rolled her eyes as the door bust open.
"What's going on?" Dean yelled as he burst through the door with his gun held at chest level with Sam and Bobby close behind him.
Willow stood up and glared at them, "I hit a mirror Dean," she spat out, trying to storm past him but he softly pushed her back and frowned at her lowering his gun.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked her, she sighed when she saw both Sam and Dean were equally as confused.
"Because I could," she snapped back.
"No way. That's not good enough. I'm serious what happened."
"I hit a mirror," she said, her words laced with venom, "because I was pissed, and before you ask why, because I damn well can be. Now," she said taking a menacing step forward, "I'm not in the mood, I want to have a cigarette and make dinner so y'know. Move."
With silence and avoiding her eyes they all parted and gave her space to move and as soon as she stepped out of her cluttered bedroom she could hear them all start muttering. She felt bad, sure, but she'd only spent a day with all three of them and they felt so confining, it was driving her crazy. It wasn't that she didn't love them, she loved them all but they were always worried, or giving her orders and she was so accustomed to doing what she wished that their concern made her feel sick.
It wasn't that Bobby didn't care; she amended her thoughts as she moved around the kitchen, pulling the ingredients out of the unorganised shelves. It's just he took her word for it that she was okay, even if he knew she was lying because he knew she didn't want to talk about it, but Sam and Dean were always asking and to be frank, Willow didn't feel as if she deserved their concern.

Two hours later Willow called out from the kitchen that dinner was ready and in a blink Dean was already at the table. He smiled at Willow and grinned as innocently as he could up at her, "do we have pie?" he asked her and Willow smacked him round the head with the cloth before she answered smiling at him.
"Pie is for after, for now I have made lasagne."
Willow walked into the kitchen to get their plates and when she got back all three boys were smiling angelically at her. Slightly unnerved she went to the kitchen to get her plate and when she walked back in they were still smiling, their meals untouched until she sat down, and then all three picked up their knives and forks and began eating their dinner in silence and with table manners.
"What is it?" Willow asked, breaking the silence in the air with ease as she put her fork down and leaned back on her chair, leaving half of her meal untouched.
"What is what Willow," Sam asked, barely daring to meet her eyes, she smiled suspiciously at him.
"All of this. You," she pointed at Dean, "You are eating human bite size pieces slowly. You're all so well behaved it's actually horrid." Willow sighed and began to fiddle with her hair, "Look if this is about earlier. I'm sorry I snapped I've just had a bad day. Woke up in one really, I'm just sorry so please dear god. Go back to normal."
"See," Dean said triumphantly, flinging a bit of pasta over the table and hitting Sam, "I told you she didn't hate me."
"I never said she hated you," Sam sighed flinging a piece back at Dean, "I just said you were annoying."
"Hey," Dean stood up indignantly with a smile in his eyes, "I am not -"
Which was when Castiel appeared and cut over him.
"Is this a bad time?" he asked, his eyes averted to the ground as he noticed Willow sitting at the table.
"No, no," Dean laughed, "Sam said I was annoying, you don't think I'm annoying do you Cas?"
"Sometimes I find you very abrasive yes," he said in an emotionless voice and that alone almost made Willow cry. She wanted him to notice her bandaged hand, and notice how upset she was and that he'd talk to her the way he did last night, even though it was a dream it wasn't any less real.
"Oh," was all Dean said back, and this time it was Sam who broke the silence with a chuckle which set Bobby off laughing, and as much as Willow wanted to join in she couldn't, she was too worried her voice would betray her.
"There have been three more seals broken, and here is the details on one we know is happening next week," Castiel said, taking a bundle of paper out of his pocket and handing it to Dean, and before Dean could open his mouth to complain Castiel cut over him, "The angels have other problems to deal with instead of this. Much more pressing matters."
Willow wondered if she was the only one who heard apparently at the end of Castiels sentence but she still couldn't trust herself to speak until she saw him straighten up ready to leave, "Wait," she said louder than she intended, and blushed red not daring to meet anyone's eyes aside Castiels, "please. Can I have a word?" She asked in a quieter voice.
He pulled himself up and looked at her coldly, "I don't have time for your trivial human matters. Don't call until you stopped the seal breaking." Before he turned and left.
Willow stared at the space that Castiel stood in and she frowned, trying to process what had just happened which was when her tears started. She spun around in disarray and picked up a full bottle of vodka and with a small, don't bother me, to Sam, Dean and Bobby she ran into her room slid the lock and broke down.

An hour later and ten shots down the line she had changed out of her dress and became comfortable in a small pair of shorts and a Nirvana top. She had both her legs dangling out of the window as she took another swig of vodka, grimacing as it burnt down her throat, which was when she heard what she swore was Castiels little awkward cough.
She drunkenly tried to swing around but in her state she turned her head and fell head first off the window seal and fell with a crash to the floor.
"What do you want?" she slurred standing up, "I thought I was too trivial for your high and mighty angelnessness."
"No," Castiel whispered and strode over to her, lifting the Vodka bottle out of her hand and placing it on the floor and pulling her into a kiss.
At first Willow didn't know what to do, she was so confused about everything, so afraid of being hurt but the way his lips moved against hers and the way that their body fit so well it was difficult to say no, but eventually once she'd pushed him away she brushed the tears from her eyes and faced him, for once his face was concerned and not empty.
"Can you, uh, make me sober please," she mumbled, "with like angelically magic powers."
As she finished that sentence, Castiel softly pressed two fingers on her forehead and the clarity that Willow suddenly saw the world with made her head swim.
"Jesus," she staggered back and sat on her bed with her head between her knees. From the way the bed sagged she knew that Castiel had sat beside and he'd begun to hesitantly rub her back soothingly.
"Don't leave," she whispered, unsure if Castiel could hear her, but the light fuzzing in her head made her unable to talk.
"I won't," he replied, and he softly pulled back on her shoulders, helping her sit upright, and as they looked into each other's eyes he kissed her lightly on the lips. Willow let herself get lost in the moment for a second before she broke it.
"We need to talk," she said sullenly.