A/N Mkay, here's a new chapter, and your questions shall be answered soon...to be honest, I didn't think it would be this long...I don't own anyone you recognize, no beta so mistakes are mine...Plz reveiw

"What the hell happened to him?" Dean got up from the chair he was sitting in. Gabriel sighed. "She did," He said, guesturing to Alex and dropping Castiel on the bed. Castiel covered his nose with his hand, attempting to stop the blood. Dean looked confused and Sam looked worried. "But, she was in such a good mood this morning," he said, looking down at Alex, who was laying on the floor.

Gabriel nodded, "apparently Cas here said something that made her mad. And believe me, she has a temper." Sam shook his head, "I still don't believe it." Dean blinked, "How could she do something so...violent?" Gabriel looked at him, "in heavens eyes, she's nothing more then a weapon. A very powerful weapon. She is capable of anything, especially when she's angry."

Dean moved to sit next to Cas, "Dude, she hit you hard!" Castiel looked at Dean with a "duh" expression. Dean moved Castiels' hand away wincing at the sight. "That's broken," he said with a frown. Castiel nodded, "I can fix it, but it will take time." Dean shook his head, "What happened?"

Castiel looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. "I broached a subject she was not comfortable with, and suffered for it. This was my fault, not hers. I lost my temper also." Castiel closed his eyes in shame. He never wanted to hurt Alex, he didn't know what came over him.

Gabriel looked at Castiel, the faintest hint of anger in his eyes. "Remember what I told you," He said, and then he was gone. Dean rolled his eyes and got up off the bed, picking Alex up. He gentley laid her on his bed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Sam raised an eyebrow at his older brother, but said nothing.

"Well," Dean said, "It's time for us to restart the hunt. You," he pointed at Castiel, "stay here." He grabbed his jacket and the car keys, "Let's go Sammy." Sam huffed, but followed Dean out the door.

Castiel looked down at Alex, his eyes sad. "Soon," he said, "Very soon."

Alex blinked her eyes open, groaning. She hadn't slept that well in years. She glanced at the clock and frowned. It was late, almost nine at night. She sat up and jumped slightly. Castiel lie on the bed next to hers, and appered to be asleep. She frowned at the blood on his shirt, and the bloody tissue next to his head.

She slowly got up from the bed, watching him. She tiptoed to his bed, trying not to wake him yet. She sat across from him, flinching at the squeaky bed. She tilted her head to the side. She reached out her hand and ran it down his face.

His eyes opened, his head turning to face her. She snatched her hand away like it had been burned. He just layed there, looking at her. She frowned, "Ain't you guna say something?" Castiel sat up, looking at her in confusion, "About what?" Alex looked at the ground, "About earlier." Castiel nodded. "I understand what you did." Alex's head snapped up, "What?"

"I understand why you lost your temper," He said, looking in her eyes. "But, I hit you," She said, confused. Castiel smiled, "Are you expecting me to yell? Or maybe hit you back?" Alex nodded, "That's what he does." Castiel frowned, "I am not that man. I would never hit you." Alex looked up, her eyes misting, "don't say that, yeah you would. I deserve it."

Castiel frowned, "You do not deserve it." A single tear fell down Alex's face, "that's what he says." Castiel didn't know what came over him, he never felt the urge to do this before, but he reached over and pulled Alex into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, crying. He rubbed her back, whispering soothing words.

She pulled away, embaressed. "I'm sorry," Alex said, "for everything." Castiel smiled, "You have no reason to be sorry. That was my first actual hug." Alex smiled, "and it was tainted with my tears." Castiel laughed, something he hadn't done in a very long time. Alex was still in Castiel's lap, her head resting on his shoulder.

Alex took a breath and rolled of the bed. "I should change into my bed clothes," she said. Castiel thought about mentioning that her step-father would call the police if she didn't go home for the second night in a row, but stayed silent. Alex grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom, locking the door.

"Man, that was horrible. We didn't kill anything!" Dean opened the motel door, ranting about the failed hunt. Sam stopped in the doorway, noticing the empty bed, "Where's Alex?" Castiel looked up, "she is in the bathroom." Sam nodded, walking past his grumbling brother. Alex walked out of the bathroom, her PJs on, but her eyes still red and bloodshot. Dean noticed that. "What's wrong with you?" Alex looked at him confused, "what?"

Dean motioned to his eyes, "You look like you've been crying." Alex "ooh"ed, "Oh, it's nothing." She took at shakey breath, "I think I'll go to bed now." Dean nodded, "You can take the bed again, I like the floor better anyway." Alex smiled, "Thanks." Dean shrugged, "No problem."

Sam stretched, "What's up with this town?" Dean sighed, shaking his head, "I dunno man, I dunno."

Alex: Wow

Dean: ?

Sam: Freaks

Castiel: I feel strange

A/N Ok, I FIXDED IT! ok, This chapter...suked. I couldnt come up with anything better. And I have major writers block, and am putting off writing what this is suposed to lead to, so i'm drawing the story WAAAAY out...so, i hope you like it so far and PLZ review, I squeak wenever i get reveiws