Finally morning came. I felt caged in this hideout. I wanted outside, but I knew it would be too dangerous. This hideout is holding angels away with sigils and trapping us demons. When I looked closer at the ceiling, there were a lot devil traps that I did not see before. I was a lucky bitch not stepping into any when I just entered.

Castiel dozed in on the big work desk and I was just sitting there, waiting for anybody to wake up.

"So, were you a good girl?" Dean asked from behind, coming into the room.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

He got a beer from the fridge and sat down vis-à-vis with me.

"Mustn't it be boring?" asked he.

"What?" I looked up to him.

"Sitting around here all night. Not sleeping."

"Sleep is just a waste of time. I don't get tired."

"But you were bored."

"I was researching. I even memorized a few spells to paralyze an angel."

"You are able to read – what is their language called?"

"It's Enochian. And I might be." I said.

"Ellen and Jo will be here in an hour. The rest is still thinking about whether to join or not."

"You mean, we are like... 6 people in total?" I wondered.

"I mean nothing. It might just turn out like that." he replied. His voice was raised as always, as if that would help him to get his point straight.

"Then enjoy being pierced by a shiny special metal blade." I said, and sighed. With six people we are nothing more than tiny little ants for Cas' angel friends.

"I think that is exactly what the other hunters fear." said he.

"And the fact that you three obviously don't isn't any less frightening." I commented.

"I've seen shit. I will fear no evil." he said, with this straight expression that made me raise my eyebrow.

"Did you just quote what Colt graved into his gun?"

"How do you know about it?"

"I've seen shit too, you know?"

"If you weren't a demon I would really like you."

"I take that as a compliment." said I, grinning.

"Dean, Ellen and Jo are here." said Sam as he came out of his room, holding his mobile into the air.

"They're early. I'll let them in." Dean ran up to the hideout's entrance and opened up.

"It's good to see you again." said he, and I saw all the lovey-dovey hugs they were giving each other and how Sam followed upstairs to join the massive amount of disgusting family bond love they were sharing.

That made me wanna puke.

"Meg."

I turned my back to them and looked at a sleepy angel. I smiled. It was his first word for today.

"What is it?" I asked, harsher than I wanted. Demons reflex.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" asked he.

"I prefer you having a good night rest than being tired all day. I guess preparation is continuing today. Also, I think we you should lead this army, angel boy."

"You are right, they shouldn't be doing all of it."

I nodded.

Ellen and Jo walked past me without saying a word, then turned to Castiel who was still half asleep.

"So you boys gonna tell me that is our famous angel?" asked the older women, probably the mother of the girl.

"He told us he's kinda... out of battery right now, but yes, he is." said Dean.

"What kind of powers do you usually hold then?" asked the younger blond beauty.

"Not the highest." he replied. "Traveling though time, exorcising demons with the touch of my right hand, healing wounds. Talking to other angels."

"You're telling me this is not the ultimate level?"

"The archangels have probably reached it. I... was just an average example of an angel of the Lord."

"Does he always talk like that?" asked the older woman.

"Yes, Ellen. He's... well." Sam started. I looked at him, awaiting a definition, same as Cas, but nothing came out of his mouth.

"Anyway, what's your business with angels and demons?" asked Ellen and finally glanced at me. Disgusted, just like anyone else. I was not that ugly, was I?

"I told you, Ellen. Cas told us there is was war going on. For awhile now, and he is sure we are the only ones able to stop it."

"Why?"

"Because both of the sides are too stubborn and to hateful to each other to let peace rest over them." said Castiel.

"This actually seems like a childish fight, you know?" said Jo as I deduced her to be.

"And why do they even have this squarrel?" asked Ellen.

Again, I sighed. Cas was not yet tired of explaining everything. He told them the whole story over again and they agreed to Dean's and my plan to go to Crowley's hideout.

I was still unwilling to go there.

Suddenly, I felt an acute pain in my stomach and I groaned in pain.

The heck?

"Meg, you are bleeding." remarked Cas, with shocked eyes.

"Fuck." said I and realized that my violet shirt was soaked in dark and thick liquid.

And damn did it hurt. That was definitely not okay. It was not supposed to hurt.

Cas lifted me as if I weighted nothing. No one else moved.

"Where is the bathroom?" asked he.

"Over here." said Sam and helped Clarence to get there and opened the door. He made me sit down at the border of the tub. I felt dizzy. It was hard to concentrate on not collapsing into the tub or to the floor.

"Hold on, Meg." said he.

Without hesitating much, he ripped my clothes off and took a random towel to stop the bleeding.

"Why didn't you tell me about this wound."

"Why should I have?" I replied, my voice trembling.

I leaned into him, not strong enough.

It was not supposed to hurt. I should not feel pain anymore. Why did the wound not heal?

Even though I was hurt by an angels blade, by now everything should be fine.

Cas held the towel against my bare skin.

I was there, sitting on the tub, leaning on him, only wearing jeans and a bra.

I felt his irregular breath next to me.

"Sam!" Castiel yelled.

Sam came in right away.

"Please, do something to stop this." said he.

I felt so weak. So human.

"I am... human." I mumbled.

"What?" asked Castiel, almost muttering.

"I am too weak to be a demon. I am human." I repeated.

"It's okay." said he, his eyebrows knitted. Again, his intense eyes looked right through my very soul – if only I had one – and I saw how worried he actually was.

"Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?" I asked and neared my lips against his.

I closed my eyes. Please, give me a chance, I begged Castiel.

And he granted my wish. Our lips touched and he pushed himself even further against me, taking my hand and pressing it softly against the towel over the wound.

Then, he caressed the skin on my face. I was electrified by his touch. It was so subtle, and yet, I felt something tremendous deep inside me. As if something I was not even aware of suddenly woke up.

I still felt the pain from the cut.

I still went crazy from this feeling I was not used to.

Yet still, all that mattered was this kiss. This moment. His touch. His warm breath against my skin, his burning lips.

"Guys..." Sam entered, holding a needle and thread.

We let go of each other. I never wanted something so badly as to make the past moment last a little longer.

Sam knelt down to start treating the wound, but I took what he carried.

"I'll do it myself." said I. He nodded. His expression was honest. He was also worried.

First time in my life when a human did not treat me like shit and just really wanted to help.

Cas had already raised up and walked around the room impatiently.

Sam asked if we needed anything and after we both declined, he left.

"I am sorry for just now." said I, even if I was not. But it must have confused him, and I owed him an apology.

"It was good." he replied. I chuckled and started sewing the wound.

One stitch after another. Over and over again, until the about 7 inch long wound was finally closed.

I hissed.

"Are you okay, Meg?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Well, kinda. Guess we both lack our old strength." said I.

As we came out of the bathroom, everyone was all over planning again. Sam and Bobby were calling people, Jo, Ellen and Dean were making bullets and researching.

"We're short on rounds." said Dean.

"Rufus can't help us out too soon. He still takes his time. There's a thunderstorm over there in Kansas. All we can do is collect hunters right now, I guess." said Sam after finishing another phone talk.

"How many could you convince?" asked Dean.

"Five people. We're twelve now." said Bobby.

"Sounds good. When will they be there?"

"Some are still on their cases. Ash told me he'd be here on Wednesday. Also, Pamela is going to show up. Yet she has no clear idea when because of some trouble at her place." Sam looked around the room.

"What kind of trouble?" asked Jo.

"Demons." said Sam.

It became so quiet that I could hear the rain outside.

"And the rest?" asked I.

"As soon as possible. I'll go through the contact list again, maybe we'll get a few more people together." said Sam.

"So will I." said Bobby and dissappeared in another room again.

"Cas, put some clothes on." I told him.

"But I do." he replied.

How could I possibly tell him that I could not get my eyes off his abs that were slightly visible through the shirt.

"Just wear what you wore yesterday, okay, Clarence?" I asked again, with an emphasis this time.

Cas left the room, obediently.

I could see nothing but wrong thoughts in Dean's eyes.

"You two definitly hope for some quality time." said he, bluntly.

"None of your business." I replied.

"Then, what about the spells you learned? You wanna initiate me?"