(A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for taking a little while to post this chapter, but I was on vacation visiting home for two weeks. This Episode might be a little slower going at first than the last one, but I also plan for this case to be more in depth, as a lot of it will come into play later in the story. So please bear with me during the dry parts, I'll try to keep it as interesting as I can! Also please comment, favorite, or follow if you enjoy! It's your guys' feedback that keeps me motivated! :) )

(Dean's POV)

The next morning came way too soon. And, given that myself and Anna shared a room, I didn't get near as much sleep as I'd wanted to. By the time round three was over, it was just a couple hours from noon. Bobby kicked my ass out of bed around one pm, but judging by how I had sprawled across the bed in my sleep, Anna was already up. I threw on a pair of pajama pants and headed down the stairs, the glorious smell of bacon wafting in my direction. In the kitchen I found I had been the last to wake up; Bobby was sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee, Sam was already sitting in front of his laptop, no doubt searching for our next case. And Anna was – Holy crap. "Woah," I said uncontrollably.

Standing in front of me was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen; It was like something out of every guy's fantasy. Anna, wearing nothing but the t shirt I had on last night (which barely covered her ass), was in Bobby's kitchen, voluntarily cooking us every breakfast food I could possibly imagine. Her hair was still a mess from our wild night, but damn she wore the look well. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty," she greeted me with a kiss.

"Uh, morning," I stuttered, distracted. Sam coughed obnoxiously loud, drawing my attention to him. He pointed at his mouth, made a wiping motion, and mouthed "You're drooling." I flipped him off, hiding my hand behind my back quickly as Anna turned around again. She set a plate full of food in front of both Sam and Bobby.

"Thank you, Anna," Bobby said, surprisingly cheerful. "Lord knows these two idjits never cooked for me."

She smiled, "Yeah, well, I figure if you're letting me stay here I may as well earn my keep."

I raised an eyebrow suspiciously, crossing my arms. "You two became friends awful quick."

"Yeah, we did. Guess you were right, Dean," Anna replied, "he just needed to warm up to me."

"Yeah, Dean," Bobby said, voice full of taunting undertones, "I just needed to warm up to her!" His eyes looked over the edge of the newspaper as Anna turned back to the stove. You dirty old man, you're checking her out! Though I couldn't really blame him. The girl was a sight for sore eyes, and it had been a long while since any of us had a woman in our lives at all – let alone one who would be staying with us and cooking for us in what may as well have been lingerie. Surprisingly, Sam somehow seemed immune to the breathtaking view that was Anna. So far, this morning at least, he'd done nothing more than glance at Bobby and grin after the comment he'd just made. And then he was right back to typing, completely zoned in on his laptop. The guy seriously needed a life.

I joined Sam and Bobby at the table as Anna served me a plate, as well. "You got anything yet, Sammy?"

He shook his head. "You know, it's weird. I've gone through news headlines and crime reports for over a dozen towns by now, and there hasn't been a single red flag. Nothing that sounds like our thing at all."

"Fine by me." I reached over the table and snatched an extra piece of bacon off his plate, earning a smack on the arm from Anna. Stuffing it in my mouth, I continued, "Guess we get the day off, boys and girls."

Blatantly ignoring me, he mumbled to himself, "I wonder if Cass has anything we can look into."

"Who's Cass?" Anna asked with a mouth full of eggs.

Sam, Bobby, and I exchanged glances. Sure, Anna might know about witchcraft, and maybe a few other things, but what were the chances she knew about angels? We didn't even know they existed until just over a year ago.

Let's break it to her easy, Sam, I thought, as if he could hear me. Let's not give the girl the shock of her life.

Anna looked back and forth between us all. "What? Who is Cass?"

"I'm not sure you'll even believe us," Sam said with a bit of a scoff.

She rolled her eyes. "Try me."

"Okay," Sam said with a shrug. "Well, uh, as it turns out, Cass is – "

Right on cue, a gush of cold air filled the kitchen with a whoosh, and there Cass stood in front of our kitchen table, trench coat and all. Anna swirled out of her seat, and I had to jump out of mine to keep her from roundhouse kicking Cass in the face. I grabbed her arms and held her back, Sam and Bobby rushing to assure her it was okay. "What is this? Who are you?" She glared at him, shrugging me off. It wasn't hard to tell she was trying to intimidate him, but the crack in her voice gave away her fear. That's gonna be something we'll need to work on.

"Anna, this is Cass. Castiel, this is Anna," Sam introduced them.

Her brow furrowed, and she glanced at me for confirmation. I nodded. Leaning on the back of my chair, I said slowly, "Castiel is an angel."

Anna took a step backward from us all, letting out a sharp laugh. "Wh – what do you mean, he's an angel?" She subtly shook her head, like she knew we were telling the truth but was trying to convince herself otherwise. "Okay, ghosts? I buy. Vampires? Maybe. But a freakin' angel?" She shook her head again, starting to pace. "No, no. You've gotta be kidding me."

I sighed, glancing in Cass's direction. "We really gotta work on how you enter a room, man."

He looked back at me, confused, as usual. "How do you mean? I entered the same as I always do."

Sam chuckled. "I think it's more your timing that needs work."

"We were hoping to explain to Anna what you were before you swooshed in and scared the crap out of her," I added. I put my hand on Anna's shoulder for support. The girl was pale in the face – I half expected her to pass out at any minute. "Anna, you good?"

She scoffed, pulling out her chair and sitting down. "Let me just make sure that I'm understanding correctly. You – what was your name again?"

"Castiel," he answered.

"Right, Castiel." She rubbed her temples, resting her elbows on the table. "And you're a..."

"Angel."

"Angel, right," Anna muttered. She sounded distant, like she was almost in a daze. I guess it was a lot for her to process. She stared blankly at the space in front of her. "Angel... as in, the Bible, angel? As in, God really exists?"

Ignoring her question, Castiel raised an eyebrow at me. "Who is this woman?"

"She's Dean's new special friend," Bobby replied with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

"What makes her special?" Sam and Bobby chuckled, and I guess Cass clued in because his facial expression changed, looking slightly disturbed. "Oh, you two have intercourse."

"Cass!" I hissed. "Seriously, dude?"

Anna stared between me and Cass, wide eyed. Sam cut in, breaking the awkward silence. "Cass, maybe you should answer Anna's question."

"Yes, God is real," he replied flatly. "So are angels, and demons, heaven and hell. But I'm afraid we have more pressing matters to discuss."

Of course, I thought, cause it's so much to ask that we get a day off. "Come on, Cass. Can't it wait long enough for Anna to process this?"

She stood up, shaking her head. "No, it's fine, Dean." That's what she said, but her tone told me otherwise. "Please, don't let me keep you from such 'pressing matters'," she mocked. "I was just heading out to smoke anyway." She shuffled past me in a hurry, grabbing her jacket from the coat hanger on her way. I flinched as the door closed with a bang.

Through the kitchen window, I could see Anna run her hands through her hair, rub her temples and eyes, and leaning back on the railing of the patio, before letting out a deep sigh and finally lighting her cigarette. If she couldn't handle this... If she was going to react like this every time we went on a case, it was going to put a lot of stress on her. "Maybe I should go talk to her," I mumbled.

"Dean, maybe you should just give her some time alone." Sam was watching her, too, sounding slightly concerned.

"Well I can't just leave her out there when she's obviously upset!"

"Of course she's upset, Dean," he shrugged. "Think about it. We just told her that God exists, and, at least from my impression, she turned to Wicca because she thought that he didn't. So essentially, we just told her that everything she believes is wrong. Just imagine what that must be like for her. She could probably use some time by herself to let it all sink in."

I looked out the window again. Anna was now back on, still smoking and leaning on the railing. Sam was probably right, though I didn't want to admit it. I was still torn on whether or not I should go talk to her – this relationship was new; I didn't want to screw it up this early by not seeing if she was okay. But Cass was still waiting impatiently, and he did have his serious face on, so I decided I should probably focus on whatever he had to say. With a sigh of defeat, I asked, "Alright, Cass, what's going on that's so important?"

"Nothing," he replied, monotone.

Bobby scoffed. "The hell do you mean, nothing? You got a couple screws loose or somethin'?" Well, we knew that already.

Cass scowled, unimpressed by the comment. "I mean, things are too quiet. There's been nothing going on demon-wise aside from a few isolated cases. I've been tuning in to angel radio; the others are starting to get suspicious too."

I raised an eyebrow at Sam. "I guess that explains why you haven't found us a case yet."

"And it's unlikely that you will," Cass continued. "The demons haven't stirred up any trouble in weeks. Even vampires, werewolves, other creatures... there's been a steady decline in activity. It's as if they're disappearing."

"Good," Bobby said. "They can do our job for us."

"That's unlikely. If they were disappearing at this rate the angels would know at least something about it. My guess is the demons are plotting something, but they're reeling in the other creatures to help. But if that's the case..."

"Chances are it's gonna be the apocalypse all over again," Sam finished.

I shuddered at the thought. The word alone made my skin crawl. We'd been through our fair share of apocalypses, and we pulled through every time – but not without taking some damage and earning some baggage. That shit didn't leave us, as much as we tried to pretend we'd blocked it out. And now, with Anna in the picture, things were going to get more difficult.

Now, I had something to lose.