Sorry if it seem like I'm taking a while to update. I'm trying to spread the chapters out now that the story's halfway finished. Thanks again for all the continued support!

Chapter 6

Claire was instantly at my side, voice frantic, "Paige! What is it? What can I do?"

"Go to my room. Get Castiel." I rasped out.

"Who? What are you talking about?" Claire queried, confusion evident in her tone.

"Just go!" I wheezed.

Claire took off towards my room and threw open the door. She appeared again seconds later, pulling the angel along with her. Castiel's eyes met mine and he almost looked concerned. He sat down and scooped me into his lap. I could feel the airway in my throat closing as Castiel pushed down hard on my chest. Air filled my lungs and I no longer felt like I was on the brink of death. Claire looked at me, relief flooding her face. She wiped at her eyes and seemed surprised to find tears there. I looked up at Castiel, but his gaze was elsewhere. He was staring at the couch with a quizzical expression.

"Um Paige, what is he staring at?" Claire asked, following his eyes to the couch.

I crawled out of Castiel's lap to see what everyone else was seeing. There was something underneath the couch. I pulled it out and was surprised to see that it was a small, maroon, drawstring pouch.

"What the heck?" I said as I opened it and emptied its contents on the floor.

A strange coin, some kind of flower, and what appeared to be bones lay before us.

"What does this mean?" Claire asked what I'm sure we were all thinking.

Castiel spoke up, "It means we better call Sam and Dean."

Sam answered after two rings, "Paige, what is it?"

"I'm not sure, but you and Dean need to get over here ASAP." I informed him.

"Sit tight, we'll be right there." Sam said before quickly hanging up.

When I looked around, I realized that Claire was scowling at me with her arms crossed.

"Now, do you want to tell me what the heck is going on?" she demanded.

"Claire, I don't know much more than you do at this point." I answered truthfully.

"What about the guy? Who is he?" Claire questioned, indicating the trench coated angel.

"I am Castiel, an angel of The Lord." was the heavenly being's unexpected response.

"You really gotta stop doing that." I retorted.

Castiel's response was to give me an intense stare.

"Paige, am I the only one that heard him say angel?" Claire queried.

"No, you're not the only one. But I already knew." I replied.

Claire looked astounded, "What do you mean you already knew? How can you not tell me that there's an angel in your apartment?"

"Well it's not an everyday occurrence. I didn't think you would believe me." I said, trying to explain myself.

"Maybe if you had tried to tell me earlier, I would've been able to understand." Claire voiced, her tone already calmer.

"I'm sorry Claire, I should've told you."

"You're forgiven." she told me reassuringly.

I smiled and turned to Castiel.

"Thank you, for saving me."

The angel nodded and I found myself locked in his intense gaze. Suddenly I heard the front door open.

"Who's that, the devil?" Claire questioned with obvious sarcasm.

Her entire attitude changed when she saw who had entered the room.

"Please, call me Dean."

Claire shot me a glare that I took to mean: "What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me it was him?" I gave her a sympathetic look before rising to my feet.

"Wanna tell us what was so important?" Dean sounded irritated.

When his eyes found the maroon pouch and its contents on the floor, he seemed to ahve his answer.

"Hex bag." he said quietly.

"Care to share with the rest of the class?" I inquired, once again confused.

"I can't believe I didn't see it before. It should've been obvious. We're dealing with-"

"Witches." Sam finished for his partner.

Claire strode forward to stand before the two men.

"You two are brothers." she stated.

"How did you? We didn't even tell Paige that." Sam looked shocked.

"What can I say, I'm an observer who's good at reading people." Claire replied.

Dean raised an eyebrow at her and then a grin spread across his face.

"I like you." he told her, putting as much charm into his voice as he could.

"Ooh a compliment, that'll get you far." she said tauntingly.

"Well, the day's not over yet." Dean retorted, tone dripping with confidence.

Claire just rolled her eyes and strolled away. Sam quickly got everyone back on track, "The thing with hex bags is, there's almost always more than one."

So there's chapter 6. Hopefully I'll be able to post 7 towards the end of the week. Now I'm off to do homework, thanks to all readers!