Sorry it took so long, school has kept me busy.

I stumbled, the clack of the shoes sounded off in the concrete. while I tried to gain my balance. Once I achieved this momentary objective, I took a great sweep of the area. The room, room was an understatement. The warehouse was empty. Darkness was mostly around the area. Dim lights stared at the floor. Each one was spaced a few meters apart. Suddenly, air flew past the back of my skull. I turned around to see what had caused it. Before I even finished turning, somebody clocked the left side of my face. I fell down on my knees. I involuntarily clutched the new pain. I looked up to see the bastard who punched me. This guy looked to be late twenties. His cocky grin reflected back at me. I stood up. I looked into the man's eyes. I had to stare up at him as he was half a head taller than me. He kept grinning. He opened his mouth and teeth of a monster covered his other pair. I immediately turned around and ran like a dog with a tail between his legs. I turned around and saw him following me. I turned and ran for the nearest steel beam. As I nearly passed it, I stuck out my left hand and went to grab it. When my hand came into contact, the pole was so smooth that my hand slid off. This caused me go around the corner and fall. I slid a few inches before stopping. I tried to scramble back to my feet, but the man was on me before I could. He grabbed my arms and held me to the ground. His grin lowered at me.

(Concetrate, force this man off of you,) Castiel's voice rang in my head. I tried to follow his advice in my adrenaline filled frenzy. On my first attempt the man flew off me and landed a couple feet away. He stood up, and then he ran towards me. I didn't realize I was standing. As he ran towards me, I instinctively reached out my hand and touched the center of his forehead that ran slick with grease with the palm of my forehead. As I touched his forehead, his eyes and mouth started to reflect light like Christmas lights bunched inside the ball. Then his form fell to the ground. I suddenly grew really groggy and started to get quite dizzy. I turned to the side and hurled up my lunch. Whenever I finished heaving; I sat down and leaned against the metal beam. My heaving breathing and sweat didn't help with my sudden exhaustion. Then a presence appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw Castiel. He just stared.

"What...the hell...was that..?," I asked between labored breaths.

"What you did there was called 'smiting' and it is an extremely powerful angel ability that is also quite common. The vampire here was a part of the beginning of your training. I generated him so you could get a hands on approach. Also the way the man flew off of you was a result of super strength," he spoke. I raised my right hand for him to lean in towards me. He leaned in. I spit in his face.

"That's what I think of your damn training." He wiped off the spit. I attempted to stand up, but he had to assist me. Once I was standing; I shook him off.

"How do we get back?," I asked. He placed his hand on my shoulder. One instant we were in the warehouse, then I was in the dining room with Sam and Dean still sitting there. They sat there casually as if used to his erratic behavior.

"I'm going to get some sleep," I said to the air. I started to walk down the hallway to my familiar room. My walk was more of a shuffle. Once I entered my room I threw myself down and immediately fell to asleep.