I wake up. I want to think everything that happened was just a dream, but it wasn't. I really did cut Dean. I really did hurt Sam.

I'm in my bed at Bobby's. I hear no noise downstairs, so they probably went out. I sit up. My head throbs and I moan.

I slowly climb out of my bed, and walk downstairs quietly. One step at a time.

I stagger to the living room and kitchen and see if they are they. They aren't.

I quietly, and slowly, make my way to the library.

When I get to the door. I see Bobby sitting at the desk with his laptop. Sam and Dean are at his sides. They are all intently reading something.

I knock on the door. Whatever they were reading, they didn't ant me to see it, because Sam closed the laptop when he saw me.

I make my way to the desk, when a wave of dizzy-ness comes over me, and I start to fall.

Dean is there instantly. He catches me, and carries me to a chair.

"How long have I been out for?"

Bobby looks at me, "Bout three days."

I'm glad no one has mentioned my psychotic rampage.

My stomach growls. "I'm starving."

"We can go out if you want." Sam suggests.

"Okay. Just let me change."

I go upstairs and change into new clothes. I head to the kitchen where Sam, Dean, and Bobby are waiting.

Dean grabs the key and walks out the door. They must have decided a place to eat while I was changing, because Sam and Dean get into the front seats, I in the back, and Bobby follows us all the way to the diner.

We drive in silence, well, other than the radio. Dean and Sam seem to be having a mental conversation. They are both so lucky. They have someone to depend on.

We arrive at the diner, and walk in. Bobby follow, and we proceed to a booth in the corner.

We all sit and a waitress brings us our menus.

I look through and settle on pancakes. They sound really good right now. The waitress take our orders and we sit awkwardly.

I start the conversation. "So.. Who is Castiel?"

Sam and Dean cast nervous glances at each other.

I narrow my eyes at them. No one answers my question, because I already know the answer. He is an angel. Yea right. I mean I believe in god and everything, but an angel. Angels may be real, but why on earth would one want to talk to me? Why am I so special? The thing is, I am not.

We fall back into silence when the waitress brings our food. I pour some maple syrup and dig in. Halfway through my food, I see him.

He walks slowly into the diner, and arrives at our booth.

He sits next to Sam and Dean. I look at them to make sure they can see him too. They can.

Dean opens his mouth, "Dammit Cas, What is it this time? Leave her alone."

So they do know who he is. But how?

He opens his voice and speaks in an even tone, "She must know, they want her."

"Dean stands up and shoves Castiel out of the booth. "A word, in private."

They walk outside Sam follows, and Bobby and I exchange odd glances at each other. I peek out the window to see whats going on.

Dean has his arms crossed defensively, and is clearly trying to prove a point to Castiel. Sam is defending him by the looks of it.

Then, I see Castiel disappear. Just vanishes. Dean and Sam walk back inside, and I continue eating, because I don't want them to know I was watching them.

When they sit back down, I cross my arms. "What is he talking about? And why do you know him?"

Sam looks at Dean. Dean opens his mouth, "Cas is the one who puled me from the pit."

Wait what? Dean went to hell? And came back?

"What does he want from me?"

"He is here to protect you."

"From what?"

"I think he should be the one to tell you."

"You owe me the truth." I say menacingly.

He exchanges another look with Sam.

I throw down my fork. "I'm done." I say, and walk out the door to the car.

Dean, Sam, and Bobby all come out. I'm pretty pissed off at this point.

Dean unlocks the car, and I climb into the backseat, without a word.

We get back to Bobby's and I head straight upstairs.

I open my door, and see Castiel sitting on my bed.

I turn my head and give him a cautious look. "Why are you here?"

"To tell you why I have to protect you."

"Why." It was more of a statement then a question.

"Because... You were born in hell."