Something unexpected happens between AJ and Castiel so Castiel will be slightly OOC. I will be skipping the two episodes Monster Movie and Yellow Fever and moving onto the Halloween episode. As always, I don't own Supernatural or its characters, only my OC AJ.

Don't think I will ever get used to 'angel travel', the sensation of going from one place to another in an instant, it feeling a little like getting sucked out of a window in an airplane. It was also the last thing I needed right now especially so soon after hearing the news about myself from John.

Castiel was the one person I really didn't want to see knowing he no doubt had known the truth about what I was this whole time probably before he rescued me from the pit. Don't know which emotion I'm feeling the strongest right now; anger or hurt.

I get up slowly off the ground still feeling a little giddy having ended up on my knees Castiel grabbing me and taking me away from John who clearly has no idea I wasn't in that bathroom anymore.

Looking around once I manage to settle the spinning in my head, I find we're both in Bobby's salvage yard, the quite cool air making me shiver a little, my hands pulling my still open jacket tighter around myself.

When I finally turn to look at him, I find he's standing quite a way away from me, his intense, blue stare perfectly clear even in the darkness of the night around us. And somehow I find it impossible to stop myself from marching straight up to him fast, my hand moving to his face, slapping him, wincing a little from the pain shooting down my wrist and up my arm, the slap making no effect on him whatsoever.

"You deserved that!. Why, huh?. Why didn't you tell me, Cas?. I get you angels think of us humans as hairless apes or whatever, but why...why keep something so important hidden from me?. Is...is it true?. Am I a Guardian?."

"Yes. Alexandra, you must understand. We...would have told you when the time was right."

"And when exactly would that have been?. What, when there's ten seals left?. Less?. How many have broken already?," I cried still staring at him knowing I was trembling like a leaf.

"Thirty. And to answer your other question...we don't know. All I can tell you is that we were going to tell you you were a Guardian. What you are...is something no-one has seen since the time of King Arthur. I told you you were special, Alex, that there was a reason you were raised from perdition," he stated, turning away from me walking over to one of the old rundown cars, leaning against it, looking back over at me.

"Wait, King Arthur was real?. Camelot as well?. Okay, I'm sorry, I can't take this right now."

"I understand it's a lot to take in, but it's the truth. Guardians were created by Merlin to guard and protect humanity. I know John Constantine has gifted you with a dagger. That dagger belongs in the hand of a Guardian. It's formed from the same metal as Excalibur. It will kill anything."

I pull the dagger out of the holder on my waist staring down at it, the moonlight reflecting off the metal, my hand shaking harder. I put it away quickly, my hand moving to cover my mouth, nausea building up quickly in my stomach, closing my eyes.

"Do...do my brothers know?," I mumbled, dropping my hand, turning back round to face him.

"No. And I would advise you not to tell them at least not yet."

I let out a laugh, shaking my head, turning around starting to walk back towards the house trying to fight the urge to either flip him off or smack him again preferably somewhere a lot lower.

Just as I'm about to reach the front door, I feel myself get grabbed from behind hard and fast ending up slammed up against another car, this one in a much worse condition then the other.

"What the hell, Cas?. You can't stop me from telling my brothers," I snapped, struggling against his hold finding it impossible, him being so much stronger then I am.

"Really?. Can't I?. Have you told them the truth...about your time in hell?."

I manage to rip one hand free going for his face again, it getting stopped by his own. I can't seem to stop the gasp from bursting out of me feeling something rush through me, watching some strange expression come to his face, something that makes him seem less angelic and more human.

"Screw you, Castiel. You know I haven't told them. How can I?. Do you really think they'll still love me when they find out I tortured innocent souls, that I subjected them to the same treatment I got for three decades?. I'm just gonna lose them, lose Bobby all over again. I...I can't tell them," I whispered, yanking my hand out of his own.

"Alexandra..."

I manage to shove him away from me, shaking my head, starting to pace up and down, staring down at the ground, wrapping my arms around myself.

"You...you know what's worse about all of this?. This...pull I feel towards you. I...I can't stop thinking about you even for a second. And I know you won't think of me as anything other then some...weapon meant to be used to stop Lucifer. I can't explain it and I don't think I want to."

I slowly look up expecting him to be gone jumping a little finding he's stood right in front of me. As much as I want to move away, I find I can't, finding he doesn't seem to be moving away either.

Even though I know this is probably a seriously bad idea, I move in closer, my lips brushing against his own, closing my eyes. It takes a few seconds before I strangely feel his own respond.

I open my eyes, them closing again straight away, my mouth getting taken properly, the kiss slow, it feeling almost as if it was trying to stay gentle.

I try to deepen it getting stopped, ending up on the ground, my eyes flying open, finding I'm alone, breathing a little heavily.

"Damn it," I muttered, getting up off the ground, knowing I could have seriously screwed things up, my hands running through my long, blonde locks.

What was even worse was after that kiss, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about my angel even more. What the hell have I done?.