Eventually we all arrived in Santa Barbara with Dean checking us into a motel, he'd decided since they got all the money in my bag that they could afford it instead of squatting and I didn't put up a fight on that. I'd rather be somewhere warm than an old run down house, although I knew if I was with them much longer I'd have to squat one day.

It was in the early hours of the morning when we arrived and Dean had strongly encouraged me to find something presentable to wear, not that I had much which I pointed out and managed to scrape some of my money to buy clothes at some point. I'd only won the argument because Sam had helped me by pointing out it may blow their F.B.I cover if I didn't look professional, so Dean caved.

I grabbed my duffel bag from the bed they'd tossed it on and headed for the bathroom, I'm sure Sam and Dean won't mind getting changed in the same room.

I quickly undressed and began rummaging through the bag for something decent, I managed to find plain black jeans with no rips and a light blue shirt. The material of the shirt was thin and floaty, so soft on my skin that I didn't know I owned something like this. I glanced in the mirror to my surprise I actually looked like a grown up and not some rebellious teen all in black and leather, I found a bobble and tied my hair up into a ponytail a few strands fell around my face as I did. I didn't bother putting them back into the ponytail, they actually framed my face nicely.

I wasn't sure if my boots would go with the look but luckily they did, quickly I did up the buttons of the shirt. I gave myself one last look over noticing undone buttons on the sleeves I hadn't notice because they don't go past elbows, I did them up and also decided it would be a good idea to do up the rest of the buttons to try hide the red and slightly bruised line around my neck.

I stepped closer to the mirror as I did up the last button on my shift which barely covered the mark which sat just above the collar of my shirt, I sighed before shrugging it off. I wasn't to bothered about seeing it, it was going to bug the boys though I pushed that from my mind as I grabbed the duffel bag and made my way out of the bathroom.

"We all ready for some breakfast," I chimed out happily at the thought of food as I tossed the duffel bag back onto the bed before looking up at Sam and Dean, their faces disturbingly had the same expression of shock or surprise. "Is something wrong?" I motioned to my outfit.

"No," Sam shook his head in response. "You just look like an adult."

"I had that thought too," I smiled up at him.

"Now that we're over that let's go get some breakfast," Dean chuckled as he rubbed his hands together.

"Oh yes, let's." I nodded in agreement as I followed them out to the impala.

Castiel was sat very still in the back seat I noticed, he actually looked surprised as I slid in. His eyes lingered on my neck scanning the line across it before noticing that I was watching him, he turned his head to look out the window as Dean pulled out the car park. I couldn't help but wonder why Castiel was even concerned about it, although that thought was quickly washed away as the impala moved out of the car park and towards some place that I hoped had amazing food. Quickly we moved through the streets, everything blurred past as my stomach growled threatening to almost eat itself just as Dean pulled the car into a carpark in front of a quaint little dinner.

Before he could pull the handbrake up I was out of the car and halfway to the door, before Sam's hand grasped my shoulder pulling me too a stop. Curse his long legs, the man was practically part giraffe cause no way can a human be that tall.

"Hey don't look at me like that, you're the one who just tried to ditch."

I couldn't help but glare at him in my hunger induced state, "I wasn't, I'm just starving."

"Well they're coming now so let's head in a get a seat."

I just nodded as Sam pulled the door open open for me catching sight of Castiel and Dean catching up as I stepped through, quickly grabbing a table as the rest caught up with us.

Sam slid in beside me as I pulled the menu up around my face to get a better look, everything looked amazing.

The waitress came to take our drinks order, I could barely hear her as I was mentally eating the whole menu but Sam ordered me a coffee knowing how hungry I currently am. And as she came back with the drinks we all placed a food order, I couldn't care what they ordered I just wanted pancakes with a side of chocolate and maple syrup.

I wasn't interested in Sam and Dean talking about the case so I tuned them out as I started pouring sugar and cream into my coffee, that's when I noticed for the first time that Castiel was sitting across from me. You have got to be kidding me, luckily he was staring out of the window instead of glaring at me and strangely I noticed that he had a coffee in front of him but why? I couldn't understand, as an angel he didn't need food or drinks to sustain him.

"You gonna slow down with that sugar or do you want diabetes?" Dean smirked at me.

"Oh well you know me Dean, I'm not sweet enough." I threw him a wink before taking a sip and sweet holy hell it was mighty sugary, I must've tossed about twenty teaspoons in this.

"You don't say," he laughed before his attention went back to Sam who had an eyebrow raised at him, "oh right yeah, sorry Sammy as we were saying…"

"Why do you have coffee, you don't need it." It was meant to be a thought but instead it came out my mouth, damn my quick mouth.

And of course Castiel knew I was referring to him because he turned to stare at me before answering, "because it makes me seem human, it would draw attention when three others are eating and drinking but the other isn't."

"Huh… That's pretty smart."

He turned his head away again towards the window as our food arrived, I'd have thought he was rude if a plate of delicious smelling, golden looking pancakes weren't staring me in the face right now.

As I dug in I noticed Dean had a couple bacon rolls, which looked amazing so curiously I check out what Sam had. As I looked over I had no clue what sort of breakfast abomination he was eating, it had some form of salad on it. Way to ruin your food Sam, I didn't dwell on it too much as I polished off my pancakes with a gulp of my sickly, sweet cup of coffee.

"So where are we off too after this huh? Are we off to look at the body?" Now that I'd eaten I could think more clearly.

"No way, your staying here." Dean scoffed at me.

"Excuse me, I don't think so. Why bring me all the way out here to keep me on the side lines?"

"Because you don't have an F.B.I badge," Sam cut in. "That be pretty hard to explain."

"Yeah what he said, beside you won't be alone you'll have your own personal bodyguard, if you're worried about another demon attack," Dean quickly backed up his brother.

"Oh which one of you are staying with me?" They both laughed at me before realizing that I was being serious.

"Oh you're serious? No it's not one of us, Cass is gonna be watching you." Dean answered me by pointing at Castiel with his fork.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," I groaned. "Yippee I can't wait for that day off fun to begin but, first let me out."

"Why?" They asked simultaneously.

"I have to relieve myself," I sighed.

Sam got up, not looking at me as he did and let me out, I didn't really need I just had to get away from them before I exploded. I stormed through the door for the ladies, gripping onto the closest sink as tightly as I could, glaring into the mirror in front of me. How dare they leave me with him, he doesn't even like me.

I tried to shake this angry feeling by reminding myself that they aren't my friends, I had to remember that these men are my captors. They were going to do what's best for them not me, even if that meant leaving me with their emotionally unstable angel guard dog.

I took one last deep breath in and let it out before making my way back out, as the door swung open I could see Sam's eyes on me immediately. See they don't trust me so I can't trust them, I just threw him a smile before quickly looking down and as I wasn't really paying attention I walk straight into something hard but soft. Quickly I let out a gasp as someone's warm hand grabbed my wrist, I quickly looked up to see who had me in their clutches.

It was a man with beautiful sandy coloured hair, only slightly taller than me, his deep chocolate brown eyes were full of concern I noticed as I inspected his perfectly chiseled face and his perfect pouty lips began to move, quickly I listened hard to hear what he was saying to me.

"My you're mighty pretty aren't you," I just laughed nervously, unsure how to interact with humans. "Almost... angelic."

"You could say that," I shrugged, trying to step back but his grip tightened.

He took a sip from his coffee, which had a burning earthy smell to it… Whiskey, I'd worked a bar long enough to know. "I've never seen you around here before… I could show you around…" He said eyeing me up and down, "oh yeah, I could show you a thing."

My anger climbed dramatically, I knew I had to control myself with all these eyes on us, "could you please let go off my wrist, your holding to tightly… it hurts." I exclaimed loudly, hoping those three would hear me.

"I'll show you tight," his grip worsened, the waitress who was refilling his coffee barely looked at me and scurried away as quickly as she could.

Everything was too intense and I couldn't hold my anger anymore, I'd begun to slip to fast and I'd snapped, he raised his mug to his lips which was twisted into a snarling smirk, it quickly changed to shock as his mug exploded, covering him in hot, brown liquid, he let go, letting out a scream as he did and as I spun away from him I caught my eyes, faintly shining blue in the mirror behind the bar. Instinctively I looked down, as I did an arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"What do you think you're doing," Sam exclaimed, for a moment I thought he meant me until the man who had just hassled me turned into a bumbling idiot.

"What's it to you," he explained to Sam.

Sam's other arm shifted, reaching into his pocket I assumed, "well since she is with me, everything."

I could practically hear the air leaving the man's lungs as Sam gently pulled me away, I caught sight of him slipping his F.B.I badge back into his pocket as I slid back into my seat, Dean and Castiel also came into view as I got into my seat, Castiel angrily scowling at my loss of control.

"Can you not control yourself," he growled.

"Not that time," I explained as I rubbed my swollen wrist.

"I say he deserved it," Sam nudged me gently.

"Yup, couldn't agree more," Dean chuckled smugly. "Plus he almost wet himself when you got involved Sammy."

They laughed together before Sam nudged me gently, "does it hurt," I looked up to see he was motioning to my wrist"

"Hmmm…" I sighed caressing my wrist, "pain is something I'll have to get used to." I turned to the window, wanting to see if my eyes had faded, they had.

Dean and Sam sat for a bit longer as I stared out the window, not paying attention to them but feeling their worry, I don't think I'll ever understand these men, so untrusting, yet so caring.. My mind wandered for a bit, wondering, wishing I could remember the things I'd been accused off and the things that led me to this moment, why was I trapped in that place… A bird flying past distracted me from my thoughts, I watched as its wings beat through the wind, soaring gracefully.

"Ok," Dean's voice interrupting my thoughts. "All clear now that, that scumbag left, so we are going to check out this case, so behave yourself you two."

As they left a waitress appeared with more coffee for the table, I reached to take some as she left and Castiel's hand stopped mine, gently gripping my tender wrist, I watched as his hand began to light up, healing me, I quickly slipped my hand out off his.

"Why did you do that," I hissed. "I told you not too!"

"Your bruised enough," he grumbled motioning to my neck.

I wasn't happy about it but, I didn't want to argue anymore. I reached for the coffee again now with my wrist not as tender as before, I really couldn't complain it was pretty painful but now my neck was throbbing in agony again, the other pain had taken my mind off it, I sighed at my thoughts as I sipped my coffee.