You awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee. Half-asleep, you bolted upright and took in surroundings, realizing you were still in Dean's room, in his bed. You breathed a sigh of relief. The two of you hadn't said much more to each other the night before, and you'd passed out quickly after he left the room.

Your chest tightened thinking about what happened, but you chose to ignore it.

'There ya go Champ! Suppress your anger like you always do. It always works out awesome.' You thought.

You closed your eyes to clear your head and ran your hand through your hair. Your fingers were caught by knots-then you caught a wiff of yourself.

'Eeww. I need a shower, stat.'

Swinging your legs over the bed, you stood-you were sore and shaky, but at least you were top side. You caught eye of a bag on the floor next to the bed. On top was a piece of scrap paper with your name on it.
Curiously you open it, and they were the clothes Sam had gotten for you the day before. 'Ohhh thank God. No more flannel!'You thought, inwardly jumping for joy.

You let yourself into Dean's bathroom, and took the best shower you'd had in months. As you looked yourself over in the mirror, you noted the new bruise on your arm, and swore to yourself you'd make sure Dean saw it. Anger pooled in you again. You wanted more than anything to march down that hallway and beat him senseless.

'Who the hell did he think he was?! Just because he saves peoples' lives all the time doesn't mean he can treat people like that!' You were thinking, as a painful memory resurfaced in your head. One you didn't want to think about.

'Don't think about that right now...not here. You'll make it right one day, just not today...'

Your mind went back to Dean...You knew you forgave him-it was in your blood, you couldn't help it. You cared about people, and you had done some heinous things yourself.

But forgiving didn't make you forget.

You hadn't felt anger like this in a very long time. The last time you were this angry you had greeted Hanna with an upper-cut after she told you your Mother was nowhere to be found, and that she would look after you for now.
Albeit, you weren't angry with Hanna. You were enraged at the fact you then had no parents at all.

Breaking yourself from the memory, you decided to put your thoughts aside because you were too exhausted to deal with them right now.

You got dressed, and chose a black v-neck t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans out of the bag of clothes. You mentally noted that you'd definitely need to pay Sam back. Everything fit great, and he'd even bought you a pair of brown leather low-top combat boots.

Hearing voices coming from the main room in the bunker, you made you way there. You found Sam and Castiel sitting at the table among several very old looking books and two laptops.

Sam noticed you in the door way. "Hey! How'd ya sleep? We uh, didn't wake you…figured you needed it. But hey, you look like you're feeling better!"

"It's okay Sam, I really am…it was the best night's sleep I've had in forever, thank you." You replied. "Where's Dean?"

Sam pursed his lips. You could tell he was angry at his brother. "He's in the garage," He said. "Probably tinkering with Baby or something."

You didn't say anything back about it, because you weren't sure what you'd say anyway. Instead of talking about Dean further, Sam smiled and offered you some breakfast and coffee; which you happily accepted. You rejoined them at the table and sat closer to Castiel, curious to see what on earth an Angel of the Lord would be looking at on a laptop. He must have sensed your curiosity.

"We're reading up on a few things, Sam thinks he found a case…" Cas's voice trailed off as he was drawn back into the glowing screen in front of him.

You perked up immediately, getting anxious to hit the road again to start killing some damn monsters. "What'd you find?" You asked through a mouthful of food.

Sam chuckled at your excitement and answered. "I'm pretty sure it's a vengeful spirit. Easy stuff…not too far from here either."

You took a drink of coffee and went on. "I could go check it out for you guys on my way out,"

Cas looked at you in question. "You're leaving?"

"I figured since I'm doing better now I shouldn't overstay my welcome." You replied.

At this Sam's face dropped, and he looked to Cas, who shut his laptop and stood. "My I speak with you in private, (y/n)?"

That surprised you. You knew he said there was 'much to discuss' the night before, but you didn't think it meant you couldn't

leave.

You followed Cas to the library, who shut the door behind the two of you.

You crossed your arms and looked at him across from you, waiting for him to talk.

'If this angelic motherfucker thinks he's about to tell me I can't leave, I will just LOSE it.' You thought.

Castiel rolled his eyes, then took a seat. "(Y/n), you can leave if you'd like-but I'd like to tell you why I don't think you should."

Your eyes widened at his statement-then remembered he was an Angel, just like Hannah was. She used to do that crap to you all the time. And annoying as it was, you certainly missed it.

"Okay…tell me then. Why not?" You sassed.

"I know you want to leave because of Dean, (y/n)." Cas said, inviting you to sit down in the chair across from him.

You obliged.

"I spoke with Dean last night and, I know how sorry is…and he said you forgave him?" He asked you, squinting his eyes at you like he was searching for something in yours.

"Yeah, I did…big deal?" You replied.

"Then why are you so ready to leave?" Cas folded his hands and sat back in his chair.

You sighed in frustration and fidgeted in your chair. 'Damn angels!'

"I-I don't know, Cas. Why shouldn't I?!"

He pursed his lips then leaned forward. "(Y/n) the demons that had you aren't the last of those who are still searching for you. You'd be protected here, this bunker is warded against EVERYTHING you could imagine."

You didn't say anything and stared at the floor, knowing he was right-as much as you hated to admit it.

"And as for you and Dean…He knows he did a terrible thing to you. And trust me, he is the best man I know. But…" His voice trailed off, looking uncomfortable, like he was going to tell you a huge secret. You leaned forward.

"…I can sense your anger towards him. I can also sense your mutual attraction for each other…however, he shouldn't be let off the hook so easily (y/n). Dean assumes things quickly, and makes reckless choices because of this life he leads. He trusts no one, but he expects it in return. That will make him or break him someday...and maybe you can help him realize that."

"And how would I do that, Cas? He's my not my problem to fix!" You said defensively.

"I'm not asking you to fix him, (y/n). I'm asking you to stay, and give it time." After you didn't say anything (you were thinking way too hard), Cas went on.

"I also have a much more important matter to discuss with you, (y/n)." He said.

'Why didn't he start with that?' You thought.

"Because I felt your resentment toward Dean…I thought we should discuss it." He replied.

You threw your hands up at him, but smirked. "Stop reading my thoughts, Cas. It's creepy."

He apologized, and he told why he needed you to stay. You listened.

"(Y/n), Nephilim have powers-special abilities. They're the most powerful creatures on this earth. But to my knowledge, you don't…and frankly, I'm confused. I'm afraid that if you don't find a way to harness them, activate them so-to-speak…" Cas looked at the floor, trying to find the words.

You cocked your head. 'What is he trying to say?!'

"I've always been normal Cas! Are you about to tell me I'm gonna go nuclear if I don't go all 'X-Men'?!" You scoffed. He had to be kidding.

"Yes, (y/n). The amount of pure energy you radiate…it's overwhelming…you just don't know how to use it yet."

You felt so angry. If your parents were here, they could help you.

"So you know how to use them? Do you know some 'Jedi Master' to show me the ways of the 'Force'?! Because last time I checked, I'm an orphaned freak with a price tag on my head!" Tears were welling in your eyes, and you surprised yourself at your tone. You hadn't meant to yell at Cas, and he knew that.

"No I don't know how to, but Sam, Dean and I…we're looking for answers. I didn't mean to upset you. I just want to help-WE want to help. We want you to stay. Please (y/n), will you give us a chance?"

No one-not anyone would be able to say no to that face. You wanted so badly to say no. Not because of Dean, but because you'd been alone for so long, that you were used to it now…it was your safe place. Pushing your fear aside, you agreed.

"Yes, Cas…I'll stay. For now...as long as I have a say in how we approach this. And I want to hunt in the meantime...Deal?" You said, humbled by accepting his help. It'd been a long time since anyone sincerely wanted to help you, and these 3 men did. Granted, one of them was a dreamy-eyed asshat in need of a reality check…but you'd give it time.

Cas spoke again. "Of course (y/n)..." He smiled at you sweetly, then a question formed in his eyes. "(Y/n), what is a 'Jedi Master'?"