Chapter 10! Bit of a Harry Potter/Captain America mention here. What houses do you think the boys belong in? Thank you bto everyone who has followed/favourited/reviewed so far. Love xx

You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. The sunlight was streaming in through your window, you were comfy and warm. You stretched out like a lioness, deliciously content.

"Coffee darling?" You yelped in surprise and pulled the covers closer to you out of instinct.

"Crowley, what the hell are you doing?" You hissed. The King of Hell was perched on the side of your bed holding a mug of coffee out to you.

"I thought I'd drop by and have a fag and a chat, only to be told that you were still in bed." The Demon explained. You past your hand over your face.

"Crowley, it's not normal to sit and wait for people to wake up." You took the hot mug and sat up gingerly.

"If you want normal princess, you're in the wrong place." You couldn't argue with that. You took a sip of coffee and nearly choked.

"Is there Whiskey in this?" You cried. Crowley shrugged his shoulders.

"It's 12 o clock somewhere." You rolled your eyes and set the cup down.

"What did you want to talk about?" Crowley looked mildly uncomfortable as he shifted on the bed.

"I have a minute problem that I may need Moose and Squirrels help with." Your eyebrows flew up in surprise. Crowley didn't usually ask for help.

"Okay, what is it?" The King of Hell sighed heavily.

"I have a Boggart in my house and I need to get rid of it." You frowned.

"A Boggart? As in, Harry Potter style Boggart?" Crowley rolled his eyes and growled in exasperation.

"No, not as in "Harry bloody Potter" As in a Bogle, generally causes mischief and pisses me off." You covered your mouth to stop from laughing. Your mother had told you stories of Bogles. They were uncontrollable and destructive. Even if you moved it would follow. It would climb into bed with you at night and press clammy hands over your face and try to smother you in your sleep.

"You're telling me the King of Hell canny deal with a wee Bogle?" You teased. Crowley glared at you.

"You didn't name it did you?" You asked. But you knew the answer. Of course he had.

"It seems to have taken offence to the nickname Hackit Howlin Scabby wee Bastard." You snorted, unable to contain your laughter anymore.

"Not only have you named it but you also offended it in one foul swoop." You summarised. Bogles were a type of spirit. Folklore was never certain if it was a type of Silkie or Brownie or if it was more of a Hob Goblin. They were said to haunt folk, and devour lost wanderers. When you were younger you used to think that you could hear a Bogle screaming in the wind and refused to go into the woods without your mother in fear that a Bogle would catch you and eat you.

"I always thought Bogles were just stories that my mother told us to scare us." Crowley said softly, thinking the same as you.

"Right, well. Better sort out your Bogle problem." You said with a wink. You got out of bed and pulled on some fluffy socks. Crowley eyed you appreciatively. You had a Metallica T shirt on and a pair of shorts. Your hair was mussed and you still had a sleepy sort of glow. You walked over to your door and threw it open. You looked over your shoulder at the Demon .

"Coming?" You asked. Crowley got up and smiled lecherously at you.

"I like to be bought dinner first." You rolled your eyes and stalked into the kitchen. Bobby, Sam, Dean and Castiel were there. You wondered briefly where the moronic Archangel was but didn't dwell on it.

"Boys, you've got a case." Castiel and Dean looked from you to Crowley in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. He looked up from his laptop, his fingers paused in mid-type.

"Crowley here has himself a Boggart problem."

"A what?" Dean asked.

"A Boggart, a Bogle. Whatever. It's his problem and you need to hunt it." You explained briefly, moving over to the kettle to make a non-alcoholic coffee. Castiel frowned.

"Boggarts are referred to in Harry Potter." Everyone turned to look at Cas in shock.

"I'm sorry, what? You know about Harry Potter?" Dean exclaimed. Castiel nodded.

"It was on the tv. It's a school where magical beings go to learn how to use magic responsibly. It's very interesting. Although not everything they said was correct. I'm not sure it's very factual." He said seriously. You began giggling.

"Harry Potter is fictitious Cas. It's not real." Sam explained with a soft smile. Cas frowned and looked to Dean for confirmation. Dean shrugged.

"Sorry buddy, it's not real." Cas looked to the floor in disappointment and confusion.

"It's okay Cas, I used to think it was real too. I was so upset when I didn't get my Hogwarts letter." You said gently. His bright blue eyes met yours across the kitchen and he smiled gratefully at you. Sometimes the boys treated Cas like he was an idiot. He reminded you of Steve Rogers after he had just woke up from being frozen. He was incredibly powerful and could wipe out Scotland with a swipe of his hand. But he was also a precious baby who you needed to look after.

"Whether Harry Fucking Potter is real or not, is hardly the bloody issue here. I have a Bogle in my house making my life hell!" Crowley thundered.

"Well that's ironic, I'm sorry your highness but a Bogle isn't exactly top priority stuff." Bobby said snidely.

"Wait a minute, It could be a good practise run for Y/N." Dean said looking at you curiously. You could see Sam nodding thoughtfully.

"You could do the research on the folklore, figure out how to kill it, and then you could try out your first hunt. We'd be on hand just in case of course." Sam explained. You eyed them both in consideration. It would give you something to do.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"What are you doing?" Gabriel flounced into the kitchen with a red lollipop in his mouth. You tried not to glare at him, he hadn't done anything wrong, technically. Just hurt your feelings without meaning to.

"Nothing." You said quickly. Gabriel stared at you from across the kitchen, your creamy legs captivated his attention for a moment, he longed to run his hands up and down your thighs. You were so utterly beautiful. And Gabriel knew your looks were the least interesting things about you. His father had made the heavens, the earth, the seas. Countless galaxies and scenery that could make a person cry. But none could take steal his breath like the sight of you.

"Nothing sounds like something." He said after a beat. He tilted his head and looked at you pulling the lolly from his mouth with an obscene pop. You rolled your eyes.

"It's nothing." You said. You stirred two sugars into your coffee and turned to go to your room.

"I'm going to get dressed." The men gathered in the kitchen watched you go in confusion.

"What's up with her?" Dean asked, looking to Sam. Sam sighed heavily and swept his majestic mane of hair back from his face.

"How the hell should I know?"

"She was fine until feather boy showed up." Crowley eyed Gabriel in disdain. Gabriel frowned and clutched his chest dramatically.

"Feather boy? Oh how hurtful. Points for being original. Not. I would have expected something a little more creative from you, you abomination." Bobby closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation.

"He's right actually, she was fine until you walked in, what have you done?" Dean demanded. Noone upset his little sister. Especially not this fucking tool. Gabriel held his hands up in defence to the 5 men that were now glaring at him dangerously. Even he didn't relish the thought of having to take on Crowley, Castiel, the Winchester duo and their adopted father.

"I haven't done a thing! I'm perfectly innocent. Stop looking at me like I just killed your parents! Oh, eh, woops. That just kinda came out." Sam and Dean flew out of their chairs and rushed over to the Trickster. He disappeared.

"I mean it – I'm sorry, it's a turn of phrase!" They lunged for him again and once again the Archangel slipped from their reach. He reappeared on top of the table.

"I'm going to see if Y/K is okay." He said slowly, as if talking to a small child.

"No." Sam said firmly. "I'm going to talk to her, you stay as far away from her as possible until I make sure you're not the one responsible for her mood change." Gabriel huffed and stuck his tongue out, It was dyed red from the lolly. Sam just sighed and looked to the ceiling before stomping out of the room.

"I miss living alone." Bobby muttered under his breath.

Sam knocked on your door. If that stupid angel had upset you in any way he was going to wring its neck. The door swung open unexpectedly and you stood looking up at him. You were dressed in black leggings and a plain white top that had "Made in Scotland" written across the front of it. You smiled brightly up at him and moved away from the door so he could come in. He saw your laptop open on your bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Booking plane tickets home." You said. Sam's jaw went slack. What? Why? No. It wasn't safe. He closed his mouth and opened it again to speak when he saw you wink.

"Relax, it's just research." You said with a grin. "You're not getting rid of me yet." You turned the laptop so he could see. You had only just started but he could see you were on the right track.

"Looking good." He murmured as he shifted through the brief notes you'd started making. Bobby had taught you well. Sam suggested some more sites for you to try and reeled off a list of books that might help. You noted down everything he said with excitement building in your stomach. This was your first proper case. You didn't want to mess it up and were determined to do everything just right.

"So what's going on between you and Gabriel? You didn't seem overjoyed to see him." Sam was sprawled across the bottom of your bed and your feet were resting on him. You sighed and played with a strand of your hair.

"It's not his fault." You began.

"I knew that assehole had done something you just wait till I get hold of him!" Sam exclaimed, his expression was thunderous. You held your hands up.

"Wait! Wait, he hasn't done anything! Its just yesterday it became apparent that he doesn't think of me anything more than a child. He was only being nice to me because I convinced you and Dean to let him stay. He's never going to like me back." You said miserably. Sam's expression changed and he looked at you through his big soft eyes.

"Oh Y/N, he's not worth getting upset about. He's an assehole. Has been for Centuries." You laughed and drew your legs up underneath you.

"I know, it's stupid to get upset about and he hasn't done anything. I'm angry at myself for thinking he would want to be with me." Sam sat up abruptly and looked you straight in the eye.

"Listen here, that feathery twat would be lucky to ever have someone like you care for him. You're too good for him Y/N, not the other way around. For god's sake don't ever let Dean hear you talking like that." You smiled up at Sam, thankful for maybe the millionth time that your brothers had found you. Apart from your mother you'd never had anyone lookout for you and protect you. That had always been down to you. And now you had two brothers who would be willing to try and fight an Archangel if he hurt you.

"Thanks Sammy."

After making sure you were okay Sam left you to do research. He was still mildly tempted to tear Gabriel a new one but he didn't think you would appreciate that. He strolled into the library to find Dean, Cas and Gabriel in there. Dean and Cas were having a debate over which Hogwarts house was the best. Dean was positive that it was Slytherin whilst Castiel was determined that Hufflepuff was by far superior.

"Slytherin is obviously the best, they're badass, and they get stuff done! They're brave, and loyal to each other. They use their smarts to get their own way." Dean exclaimed. Castiel shook his head.

"When I was watching the documentaries it was those in Hufflepuff who proved themselves the best. Their shield has a Badger on it, which I am led to believe is one of the most fearsome creatures in the UK. They have all of the traits of the other houses, loyalty, bravery, intelligence and cunning. They just don't let it define who they are." Dean started another counter argument and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Sure, I'm the dork." Gabriel had been hiding in the corner and sauntered over to him.

"I'm sorry Samzilla Moose, but I think you're more of a Ravenclaw." Sam huffed through clenched teeth. He wasn't going to punch Gabriel. He was not going to punch Gabriel. He was not –

"Shut up Gabriel."

"Ooooooh, touchy little giant aren't we today? Why? Did you want to be in Gryffindor?" Gabriel pouted up at Sam. Sam's resolve not to physically harm the Archangel nearly wavered but you walked into the room. You had come to fetch some of the books that Sam had suggested.

"Are you less moody now?" Gabriel teased. You lifted your lip into a snarl.

"Back off Gabriel." You said. You didn't want to deal with him today. He made a face.

"What, is it your time of the month or something?" That done it. You snapped. You whirled around and threw the book you were holding at him. Dean and Castiel looked up from their debate. The book would have hit him had he not deflected it with ease. It distracted him enough for you to fly at him and shove him up against the wall. You knew fine well that if he wanted to he could push you away like a ragdoll, but he didn't. He just stood there, with your forearm across his throat and the shelf behind him digging into his back.

"Listen here you childish fucking moron." You hissed. Your eyes were flashing with rage and hurt. Gabriel's amber eyes widened in confusion and shock. "I am not on my period. That's what it's called. Every god damn woman gets them and I would have thought that after being around women for centuries you would have at least grown accustomed to the idea of bodily functions. My moods and attitudes have nothing to do with whether or not I'm menstruating. Listen to me carefully. I am pissed off because I have the divine fucking right to be pissed off. Now leave me the fuck alone." You realised your hold on him, turned and stormed out of the room, without even stopping to retrieve the books you had come for in the first place.

Gabriel stayed against the wall.

"Scottish chicks are scary." Dean said, looking out of the door after you. He turned towards Sam with a huge grin on his face.

"Our sister is fucking badass." Castiel was frowning heavily. Your behaviour was out of character. Gabriel was still against the wall, staring after you in confusion. What had made you that mad? He hadn't meant to upset you. He felt there was more to your reaction than his joke about your mood. He didn't know whether to go after you or stay away from you. He looked to Sam who was staring at him with mild amusement.

"What did I do?" He asked. He was vaguely aware of Dean laughing at him and telling him he shouldn't mess with Winchesters. He ignored the eldest Winchester. Sam sighed.

"Nothing you could understand." He told him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gabriel demanded. What couldn't he understand? He was older than everyone here put together. Sam sighed again.

"Just leave her alone Gabriel." It wasn't like he'd hurt Y/N. He wouldn't want to upset her. Quite the opposite in fact. The Archangel frowned and disappeared.

You were cooling off on the porch with a cigarette when Bobby came out.

"Hey kid, what's up? I heard the stunt you pulled with that feathery douchebag. Nice work by the way." A brief smile passed your lips and you crushed out your cigarette.

"He's just a twat." Bobby huffed and took a seat, he swiped his cap from his head and replaced it.

"Of course he is. Most angels are. Even Cas gets his head stuck up his own arse sometimes. But I get the feelin that's not what this is about." You glanced at Bobby. His green eyes were fixed on yours and you realised he knew anyway. You swore.

"I have a crush on that moron and quickly realised that it would never work. I suppose I didn't handle it too well." You collapsed down next to him and stared up at a crack in the wall. Bobby kept his eyes on you.

"Well kid, you're from a long line of people who don't handle things very well. In fact, you're from a long line of people who have a habit of reacting the way you just did. And you're Scottish. Scots are meant to be violent, bad tempered and foul mouthed ain't they?" He asked. You chuckled. That sounded about right. But you felt bad about lashing out so unnecessarily.

"If you're feelin bad you can always apologise. But in my opinion that arsey angel could get taken down a peg or two anyway." You smiled as he patted your arm awkwardly.

"Balls." Bobby cursed. You looked at him in surprise. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm just not much good at this stuff. I've only ever had them boys to look out for and they don't do much talkin. Guess you could be doin with some female company right about now." You lay your head on his shoulder.

"You did great Bobby, thank you." Bobby hugged you briefly before heading back inside. He left you sitting on the porch staring out into the American wilderness, wondering what you could do to say sorry. Gabriel was just Gabriel, you couldn't be angry at him for that. Truth is you were angry at yourself for not coming to terms with it. You pulled out another cigarette. You placed the white tip in between your lips and dragged a match down the wall. The tip glowed orange and the smoke started to rise as you inhaled. You tossed the match.

"Fuck it." You muttered.