Finally got a chance to post the next chapter today. As always, thank you so much to everyone who reads and reviews this story! Still don't own anything

Chapter 7

We all split up and took a room in the apartment to search for hex bags. Castiel took the living room, Sam the bathroom, Dean my bedroom, and Claire and I took the kitchen. The two of us frantically searched drawers and cabinets, but we weren't having any luck.

"Keep looking. I'm gonna go see if anyone's found anything yet." I conveyed as I left the room.

I went to check on Dean first and found him going through my underwear drawer.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed, snatching a bra from his open hand.

"So I guess there's not a hex bag in there." Dean said, grinning sheepishly at me.

"Ya think?" I snapped, swiftly smacking him upside the head.

" You know, you can tell a lot about a girl from her underwear collection." Dean teased.

"Screw you." I said, shoving him as hard as I could.

Dean, being caught off guard, stumbled and fell backwards onto my bed.

"Sure," he began with a smirk, "but I don't think we should with Sam, Cas, and Claire still here."

I picked up a book and hurled it at him before leaving the room.

I approached Sam in the bathroom and leaned against the door frame.

"Your brother's an ass." I voiced,

He snickered and met my eyes.

"Find anything?" I asked.

"Not yet." Sam replied.

"Can I ask you something?" I started tentatively.

"Yeah, sure."

"Has Castiel ever been with someone?" I continued, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Sam laughed a little, "Not that I know of. Why do y- You like Cas!"

"Thanks Sam, just shout it out to the whole apartment."

"Oh, sorry." he said sympathetically.

"Paige, come here for a sec!" Dean called from my room.

I sighed before strolling in the direction of his voice.

"What do you want Dean?" I inquired from the open doorway.

He put a finger to his lips, pulled me into the bedroom, and shut the door.

Dean stood in the center of the room, just grinning at me.

"What?" I questioned.

The hunter just chuckled.

"What?" I demanded.

"Aw Paige, what's wrong? Would you feel better if I was wearing a trench coat and looked more like a nerdy angel?"

I felt my face burn red. Dean looked like he was coming up with more taunts, when he saw my face.

"Come on Paige, you know I'm just teasing." he said, frowning at the fact that I didn't find all this as entertaining as he did.

"Save it. If you heard Sam, then I'm pretty damn sure Castiel did too."

"I wouldn't be so sure, angels can be spacey sometimes." Dean supplied.

I gave him a small smile, "You know, you're actually okay. When you're not being a complete douche."

"Oh Paige, you're too kind." he said jokingly.

"So my room is hex bag free?" I queried, starting towards the door.

Dean nodded and followed me out of the room.

Sam was in the hallway, just leaning against the wall.

"Anything?" he asked.

Dean and I shook our heads.

"Paige, I found one!" came Claire's voice from the kitchen.

The three of us sauntered into the kitchen and sure enough, there was another drawstring pouch on the counter.

"Not bad. You might actually make an almost decent hunter." Dean expressed, positioning himself next to Claire.

She allowed herself a half smile before moving to stand in the hallway.

"So that's two down and I've had two incidents today. Well, so far." I conveyed, looking at the faces of the two brothers.

"I have a feeling there's still one more." Sam spoke up.

"I'm just gonna do a quick sweep of the office. It's not very spacious so I don't see how you could hide anything in there." I told them.

"Well, witches are tricky." Dean retorted.

I nodded in understanding and headed towards the office.

My writing from earlier that day was still speckled with blood. I swallowed and began to search the small room. I had just started going through my storage containers, when I found myself on my back, pinned to the floor by some invisible force. I tried to move, but I wasn't able to. My mouth didn't seem to be frozen so at least I still had the use of my voice. Just as I was about to call out to someone, a searing, white hot pain shot through my entire body.

Again, sorry for the cliffhanger. I personally think they make a story more interesting. Reviews make my day and are greatly appreciated. Thanks again!