Hey, everybody! So, I know that I'm updating the story a lot right now, but I need you to know that this isn't how it's always gonna be. I just have a lot of time off. Plus, the story is constantly running in my head, so I have to write it down or I forget it. Anyways ... I hope you enjoy this chapter and keep reading!

We continued to study the bodies, discovering the small claw scratches on each one. It was very quiet in the morgue, other than a few murmurs or hums from the boys every once in a while. I noticed something else was strange. All of the bodies seemed to be damp, along with the clothes. And there were twigs and mud on the back, as well as tree bark and leaves. Pointing out my findings, we concluded that the creature must have attacked in a wooded area, where it either rained, or there was a body of water nearby.

"Well, detectives!" exclaimed Sheriff Matthews as he entered the room, clapping his hands together once," Have you guys found anything about our mystery killer?" He had an excited look on his face, mixed with something else that I couldn't quite name. We all looked at each other subtly before Dean coughed and nudged me forward with his knee. I guess this means that I'LL be the one making up the lies.

"Not just yet, all of the things on the bodies match up with the reports that were sent in. But we will probably stay in the area for a little while longer, just in case if something new pops up." I informed him, trying to look as professional as possible by clasping my hands in front of my body.

"Hm. Very well then. Good luck to you, Agent Destiella." He replied, nodding at the guys behind me as a goodbye. As he exited the room, I could imagine us all letting out the collective breath that we had been holding in the whole time. Dean walked up behind me, clapping me on the back.
"You did good on the spot, kid." He gave me a lopsided smile, and I wasn't quite sure of whether or not he was making fun of me. By the way that Sam was smiling as well, I guessed that he was being sincere. Castiel nodded his head at me, giving me a grateful grin. I clapped my hands together to let them know that we were moving on to a new topic. Wow, I seem to do that a lot. Maybe I should just keep my hands in my pockets or something just to make it stop. I cleared my throat, hoping that it would take the place of my habitual single-clap applause.

"Okay, so we have gotten the time to look at the vics. It looks like a werewolf, only a lot smaller, and more cat-like. This happened in a wooded area, and it was damp. So... what do you guys say to us doing some research?" I tried not to sound too unsure of myself when I asked this. I looked over to see that Sam was typing on his phone.

"Already on it." He mumbled, still focused on what he was doing. I was about to clap my hands and say that we should head out, when I caught myself. Ah, ah, ah! No more clapping for you. Let's try something new this time. So, instead of clapping, I whistled a loud, clear note. Motioning my hands to the door as if welcoming them to a party and saying come on in, I made a sarcastic face and walked out. Based on the sounds of a stampede behind me, I only guessed that the big oafs were following. I walked out and got into my car, yelling at them that it was their turn to pick the hotel, and that I would just follow them there. Castiel appeared in the passenger seat beside me, but I wasn't surprised this time. We drove out of the parking lot behind the Winchesters, careful to not lose sight of them.

"So, what do you think it was?" Cas asked, trying desperately to fill the awkward silence that lingered between us. I momentarily looked over at him curiously, wondering what he was getting at. I shrugged my shoulders, hoping that would be answer enough for him. After this, we drifted back into an empty silence, so I decided to continue the conversation.

" Well, I'm not exactly sure. Like I said in the morgue, it is like a small creature with claws that likes the woods when it's wet. Now what creature does that sound like? A lot of 'em" I told him, continuing to follow the brothers down the twists and turns that they were taking us through. I saw out of my peripheral vision that he was giving me a thoughtful look.

"Yes, it does seem to be quite mysterious. And while it sounds a little familiar to me, I don't think that either Sam or Dean has ever encountered a creature of this description." he said in his gravelly voice. I reveled in the way he talked for a while. It is kind of a rumble, like thunder. Then again, it also sounds like wet rocks sliding together... Either way, it's beautiful. Wait! No! You are not allowed to think that way about another person! Especially not three guys all at- Wait a second. Three? I though I only felt this way around Sam and Cas. Thinking back, I was horrified to realize that when joking around with Dean, I was really flirting. And I was actually enjoying it. My breathing changed a little bit, and I started to shake. That's weird. This normally only happens when I'm really angry.

Cas noticed my change in attitude and looked over at me in alarm. Realizing what was happening, grabbed the steering wheel and pulled us over to the side of the road, then switching our seats. I tried to tell him that I was fine, and would be okay in a little while, but my words came out a garbled mess. I looked down to see that my hands were red hot, and it almost looked as if they had claws. I could just barely hear Castiel telling me to breath deeply, as he massaged my shoulder. I felt him place a hand on my forehead, and suddenly there was darkness. No pain, no heat, no crazy emotions, and certainly no claws.

I gasped, sitting up and opening my eyes while looking around. Castiel was gone, and I wasn't sure where we, I , was. I was still in the Impala, but no longer was it on the side of the road. I squinted my eyes, leaning forward to get a glimpse at what I was parked in front of. The glowing sign said I was at the Suite Dreams Suites. I started my breathing exercises, slowly calming down. I focused on the leather smell of the car, the buzzing of the neon lights, the feeling of the seat I was pressed into, the taste of left-over chips in my mouth, and the darkness of the night sky. Wait a sec, the NIGHT sky? The sun was out just a second ago when I had my little... accident with Cas. As I pondered over this, I saw him walking out of the front door and coming towards me. He opened the passenger door and helped me out.

"Sorry I was gone. It took a while to find the place the Winchesters were at, but by the time we got here, you were still knocked out. I've already checked out the room and taken our stuff in. I was just coming back out to get you. Can you walk all the way there?" He asked, giving me a worried look.

"What happened? And what do you mean 'knocked out'?" I grumbled, rubbing my forehead to get rid the of the headache that was starting to form. Castiel looked at me in a sad way.

"You were having another one of your episodes, this time while you were driving. I had to knock you out using a lot of my power. You were asleep for at least three hours." He let that sink in for a while. I slowly nodded my head so he knew that I understood.

"Okay, thanks. But what do Sam and Dean think happened? And to answer your previous question: yes, I can walk just fine."

" I told them that you were exhausted since you haven't gotten a lot of sleep or a good meal in a long time. They think that we simply switched places when you started to dose off behind the wheel." he informed me. I was really grateful that they still didn't know my little secret. I wrapped my arms around him, mumbling a thanks. He was stiff as a board, and I guessed that he didn't get hugged often. I was about to let go and step away when he slowly hugged me back, holding me in place. After a while, we both let go, not wanting to be seen standing in a parking lot awkwardly hugging. I rubbed the back of my neck and pointed to the hotel.

"Okay, then. Lead the way, Angel Boy."