Aurora stood in her towel, staring at her blood soaked clothes. If she were to go out into the world, surely humans would be concerned with the fact that she was covered in bloody, slashed clothing. I'll ask Dean for some clothes. Aurora smiled and turned, heading back for the bathroom that she had just left. She opened the door and walked right in. Dean stood in only his boxer briefs, looking at the angel with a surprised look. Aurora could not help but admire this human. She had already come to the conclusion that his face the was most beautiful she had seen on a human, and now she felt that his body matched.

"Uh... did you need something?" Dean hadn't moved at all, waiting for Aurora to finish her perusal of his body. He literally felt his skin tingle as she looked him over.

"Clothes," she stated with finality.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Dean rubbed a hand over his jaw, trying to avoid looking at this very enticing angel in front of him, still only in her towel. "You can borrow some from me for the moment. Cass, Sam or I can run out to get you something better later."

"Thank you," she smiled sweetly. At that moment, Sam walked in the bathroom, given the open door, and stopped, looking between the two.

"I am interrupting something?" He smirked as he said it.

"Dean is giving me clothes." Aurora stated. Sam looked to Dean, who shrugged.

"Sam, will you get her some clothes from my room?" Dean asked, gesturing to the fact that he was about to hop into the shower.

"Uh, yeah. Right this way," Sam gestured for Aurora to exit the bathroom first and she did, with Sam closing the bathroom door on his way out.

"Angels and their lack of boundaries," Dean complained under his breath before resuming the process of showering.

"Here's some sweats and stuff," Sam handed Aurora a pair of Dean's sweats, a black t-shirt and a flannel, unsure of what she would want.

"Thanks," she replied and dropped the towel and started to dress. Sam immediately turned away, spluttering awkwardly.

"Undressing is commonly something that humans do in private," Sam instructed.

"Man, my people skills aren't great," Aurora scowled as she pulled Dean's t-shirt over her head and pulled on the sweats. The clothes were WAY to big, but she really didn't have any other options.

"It's fine, we'll help you get the hang of it. We helped Cass."

"Yes, Castiel told me last night. He said you all would help me hide."

"We will." Sam gently squeezed her upper arm before heading for the hallway. "I can go out and get you some better fitting clothes after breakfast."

"I appreciate it," Aurora smiled, looking down at the ill-fitting clothes.

Aurora, Dean, and Cass sat in the library while Dean ate his breakfast, casting occasional glances at Aurora. She sat across the table from Dean while looking through some of the lore books in the library. Dean's eyes kept casting down to Aurora's chest, where her nipples were prominently displayed. He hadn't even thought about the fact that her bra was also ruined. He prayed that Sam was smart enough to think of that and get Aurora a bra, otherwise Dean would never get his eyes, and libido, under control. Dean's thoughts were interrupted by Cass clearing his throat. When he looked over to Cass, he was met with a glare, meaning Cass knew exactly where Dean's eyes had been.

"That's not how this happened," commented with a laugh, then shut her book and stood to put it back on the shelf. Dean's eyes followed her backside as she walked to a shelf and bent over to replace the book. He closed his eyes, praying silently to himself to get his attraction under control. Cass was already giving him the evil eye, knowing exactly what kind of thoughts Dean was having. Aurora was so incredibly gorgeous that, if she weren't some innocent angel in need of their protection, he would have put the moves on her.

"Dean, a moment," Cass gestured to the other room, anger on his face. Dean knew exactly what Cass wanted to talk about. Aurora didn't even seem to care or pay attention to the men leaving the room.

"Yeah?" Dean asked, playing dumb, stopping far enough away from Aurora that she likely wouldn't hear.

"No." Cass said, angry.

"No what?"

"No, you will not pursue her," Cass ordered. "She is one of the last true angels left. We must protect her."

"What do you mean "true angel?"

"She did not return to heaven when Metatron cast all the angels out and took their wings. She still has her wings." Dean glanced over to Aurora, who was inspecting another lore book. Cass was right, she needed their protection.

"Fine," Dean replied after a moment. "You can't deny that she chose a very hot vessel." Cass looked over to Aurora and nodded.

"Yes, her vessel is very beautiful." Cass stared at Aurora in adoration, which made Dean feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. Did Cass have feelings for Aurora? Is that why he wanted Dean to back off?

"Again," Castiel demanded. Aurora huffed, getting frustrated that she was just not getting it. After Sam had returned with a some clothes for Aurora (including a bra), Castiel had felt it would be best to begin training Aurora on fighting so that she would not get herself into another situation like the one with Heath. Aurora reset her feet and prepared for Castiel to attack her. They were using wooden stakes to avoid any serious injury, which was definitely smart since Aurora was struggling. Castiel lunged forward and Aurora dodged, deflecting his stake with her. "Yes! That's it," Castiel praised.

Dean watched from across the garage as Aurora smiled wide, loving the praise that Cass gave her. Dean had been giving Baby a tune up while Cass worked with Aurora, but in all honestly he barely looked under the hood.

"Let's practice your defensive powers," Castiel instructed. Aurora was a peacekeeper. She hated using her powers like this.

"Castiel," she protested.

"No, Aurora. You must be ready if Andrew and his angels come for you." She sighed, knowing that Castiel was right. Her lack of wanting to use her powers to fight got her into the mess with Heath in the first place. She had hoped she could peacefully resolve the situation and nearly ended up dead. After a beat, Aurora nodded and glanced up at Castiel. In that moment, Castiel began to spar with her, trying to catch her off guard on purpose. Aurora was able to dodge his punches, but like with Heath, she was backing herself into a corner as she dodged. Suddenly Castiel stopped, looking disappointed. "Aurora," he admonished. "If I were Andrew, you'd be dead, backing yourself into a corner."

"I don't want to hurt you!" She nearly yelled, surprising both Dean and Castiel.

"Why are you so afraid to use your powers?" Dean asked. She seemed so incredibly resistant.

"I can't control their force," she said with embarrassment. "I wasn't trained like you were, Castiel. I was meant for peacekeeping, not battle. I never needed to use them. And one time when I did..." she trailed off, anguish on her face and tears in her eyes.

"Well, we can work on it, right?" Dean went into motivation mode, looking to Cass to back him up. Cass nodded and Dean turned back to Aurora. "We can start practicing with objects rather than angels or people."

Dean, Sam, and Cass had deemed that the dungeon would be the best place to start working on Aurora's control. Sam walked up and placed a pen on the tablet in front of Aurora.

"First task, try moving this pencil." He stepped back to join the other men, leaning against the bookshelf. Dean shifted his weight and crossed his arms, waiting for Aurora to try. Aurora looked back to Castiel for encouragement and he nodded. She turned back to the pen and tried to control her force so that she could move the pen, but after it moving an inch across the table, it shot across the room and shattered into the wall. She sighed in frustration before turning back to the men. All three of them were speechless, clearly understanding her concern with using her powers.

This process repeated for nearly 2 hours. Aurora being given objects to move across the table and all of them ended up shattered across the room on the floor. Sam went to place another pen on the table.

"No." Aurora said forcefully, making the table scoot 3 feet away from them. Sam froze in place, staring at the table before meeting Aurora's eyes with hesitation. She shook her head with disappointment and marched out of the dungeon, heading for the room that the boys had given her. Dean followed her, sensing the need to talk her down. As she walked down the hallway, the doors rattled on their hinges and the lights flickered, clearly a reaction from her strong emotions. Well, she wasn't kidding when she said she couldn't control it. Dean thought as he continued to follow Aurora.

"Rora," he called, shortening her name as he entered her room with her. She turned to face him, her eyes glowing that heavenly blue.

"I can't do it," Aurora ground out, her eyes flaring brighter for a brief moment.

"Maybe not yet, but with time, I know you will." He watched her pace around the room as she avoided his gaze. When she didn't say anything, Dean continued. "You know, when my dad first started teaching me to shoot a gun, I was awful," he said with a smirk, trying to get Aurora to loosen up. He could feel the tension she was putting into the air. "I remember spending day after day trying to hit that damn target before I finally got it. And you know what?" He stood in front of her, forcing her to stop pacing and look up into his green eyes. "I never missed that target after that."

"Shooting a gun isn't the same."

"No, it isn't, but the fact that it took time and practice, that's universal." Dean gently ran his hand down her bicep before giving it a gentle squeeze. "You got this." He paused, feeling the tension beginning to dissipate. "Take a break for the rest of the day. And tomorrow, we'll try again. And we will keep helping you until you get it." After a few seconds, the bright glow of her eyes began to fade, signaling that she was calming down.

"Okay," was all Aurora said in response. Dean nodded, giving her bicep one last gentle squeeze before leaving her room. He ran a hand roughly down his face as he made his way back towards the dungeon to talk with the others. If Aurora didn't learn to control her powers, she would be like a live nuke, ready to blow at any moment.