"Wake up, child" said a sudden voice, interrupting my dreams.

My eyes slowly blinked open, as I unravelled from the tight armadillo like ball I was curled up into. Alright, here is a firm lesson from me to you. Never wake me up, without a good reason. If the building is being invaded by supernatural creatures or the room is up in flames, then fine. Without a good reason, then don't be surprised if I end up biting your head off. I scratched the back of my head, as I twisted around to confront the voice. I knew that voice anywhere. It was Castiel, standing guard at the bottom of my bed, like he's done for years. Highly confused and wanting answers, I scurried across the bed.

"Where the hell have you been, Cas?!" I hissed, grasping at his blue tie, yanking him down to my level. He was startled at my action, and had a strange glimmer in his eyes. "And another thing, what did you do to me? My reflection has got a mind of its own, now, because of you. Care to explain that?"

I was making sure I wasn't raising my voice, since Dean was passed out on the other bed. I didn't want to wake him up. Well, it wouldn't look right would it? A weird guy in a trench coat standing over an eleven year olds bed. I was far too frustrated to deal with any of that crap right now.

Cas gazed at me, as he gently pulled his tie from my grasp, his eyes never leaving mine. Suddenly, I became very light headed, and a weird sensation fluttered throughout my body. Cas pressed his hand against the imprint on my shoulder, which proved my theory correct. The hand print belonged to Cas. His other hand pressed firmly against my forehead, as he looked directly into my own eyes in a very intense way.

"W-W-What?" I stuttered. "W-What are you…."

My ability to speak was silenced, as Cas hushed me. This wasn't making me feel any better about this whole situation. It was making me far more confused than before.

"It's dangerous, you know that. She can't know, not yet," said Cas, his eyes starting to glow a brighter blue. There was a slight pause. "Yes, I understand and I'm sorry I interfered. Please, I beg your forgiveness. Let me make amends, and restore things back to how the where. Nobody shall know, not even the child. Not now. Not yet."

What the hell? What's too dangerous? Who was Cas talking too, because it wasn't me, even though he was looking at me directly.

Suddenly, there was a sharp zap admitted from Cas's hand, that spread across my forehead. Startled, I let out a slight squeal, as I fell back onto the bed, and into darkness.

"Chrissie!?" barked a very familiar voice, followed by the sensation that my body was being shaken awake. "Chrissie!? C'mon, honey, you're having a nightmare. Wake up."

I shot up, now fully awake and confused. I blinked. Huh? How did I get to the foot of the bed? I gazed up, through my thick bangs. Dean was looking back down at me, with a concerned expression. I rubbed my collar bone, as I scanned the dark room.

"Are you alright?" asked Dean.

I cleared my throat, and blinked again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I questioned.

Dean shrugged, as he knelt down at my level. He rubbed a hand through his cropped hair, a bemused expression on his face.

"Sounded like you were having another one of your nightmares again" he said. "You say some strange stuff when you sleep talk. Are you sure you're alright?"

I nodded, as gave him a quirky smile.

"I'm fine, Dean, honestly," I replied, now sitting in the middle of the bed, crossed legged. "If there was anything wrong I would let you know."

I rubbed my shoulder, as Dean got up to use the bathroom. I traced my hand over my collar bone and shoulder, in a thoughtful manner. I paused and looked down at the skin. My eyes widened.

Hairs! I was sprouting fine dark hairs in my arm pits. My jaw dropped, and I let out a yelp. There was a clanging noise from the bathroom, followed by my brother cursing loudly, before he poked his head from behind the door. Blood slowly dribbled down his chin, from where his razor had made close contact with the skin.

"What? What's wrong?" he demanded.

I whipped my head around, and raised my arm and pointed. A disgusted expression on my face.

"I'm a gorilla, Dean!" I complained. "I've got hair under my arms! It's like a growing vegetable patch under there! "

Dean chuckled.

"Awww, cute. Well, if you start growing a beard, you can get Dad to teach you how to shave," he remarked, with a smirk on his face. "I thought you were starting to grow a moustache."

I let out a growl, as I launched my pillow at his head. Unfortunately, he slammed the door shut just in time. I could hear him howling with laughter.

"Yeah, laugh it up," I said. "Because that's not shaving cream you're using. It's mayonnaise."

There was a long pause. Now it was my turn to laugh.

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