A/N: Finally got some Castiel up in this bitch! I swear that there will be a lot of Castiel x Reader to come! Just bear with me through the introduction period! Anyway hope you enjoy! Please review and follow!

Chapter 2

It had now been a little over six months since the day you were picked up by the Winchesters. They told you all about the supernatural world and taught you how to survive in it. You had been staying at the bunker ever since and loved it. You already felt like part of the 'gang'. Even though you mostly just did research for their cases you still enjoyed it; the whole supernatural world peaked your interest. What could you enjoy more than spending a day reading up on mystical creatures?!

Well there was one thing that you enjoyed more. It wasn't often but every once in awhile when they caught the scent of a cut and dry case they brought you along. They taught you how to fight, shoot, and run like hell if need be. To their surprise you were actually catching on really fast. "(y/n), you sure you weren't a hunter before you lost your memory? You're a frickin' natural," Dean would always tell you. Fighting did seem so natural to you, like it was second nature. You had no idea who you were before you lost your memory, but you did know that you definitely knew how to fight and so far no one had looked for you. Sam had checked missing person reports all over the country and there was no sign anyone missed that you were gone. It all seemed to point towards a hunters life style.

"-one home?" You were shocked out of your thoughts when Dean's hand waved in front of your face. You were currently in the bunker's library, sitting at the main table with a book about various monsters in front of you.

"Huh?" You asked closing the book you weren't reading and looking at the hunk standing before you.

"I was asking if anyone was home. You alright, kiddo? You were pretty out of it."

"Ya, I'm fine. Just thinking about the last six months. Not that I can think back any farther than that anyway," you scoffed.

"Well I have something that'll perk you up. Sammy and I caught wind of a simple salt and burn case a couple hours out, we figured we'd let you do the honors. I mean if you're up to it," Dean taunted.

You almost jumped out of your chair in excitement, but controlled yourself not wanting Dean to see. It had been weeks since you were last invited out on a case. You felt like you could handle going on way more cases, but the boys were a little over protective when it came to their new female companion. "How soon can we leave?" You said with a smirk.

"I knew that would cheer you up. Now go ahead, run to your room and get your crap and we can head out," Dean said waving you off.

You rolled your eyes as you sauntered your way to your room. That is until you rounded the corner, effectively out of Dean's line of site; then you ran like a giddy little school girl the rest of the way. You'd never let the boys know exactly how excited you got when you were told you got to go beat up a monster. You quickly grabbed your duffel bag, throwing some clothes and other various girl necessities. Then you made your way to the garage.

-Cutest little time skip you ever did done see-

The hunt went as expected, and was not the exciting trip you had been hoping for. You didn't even get to beat anything up! At least it got you out of the bunker for a little while, even if you had to stay at a shitty motel for the night. Now the three of you were sitting in said dingy, poorly lit motel room sipping on beers and watching some movie called "Ragin Cajun Redneck Gators" on the small TV.

"Who the hell even thinks up these movies? They're so ridiculous," you huffed from your spot between Sam and Dean on the couch.

"I don't know but at least the main chick is hot," replied Dean as he sipped his beer.

Sam chuckled at his brothers comment, but you knew he sided with you. Over the course of the six months that you had spent with the Winchesters you had grown to know them pretty well. You were like the little sister they never wanted. The life you had with them was the best life you could imagine having; you'd never admit to thinking of such sappy things to them though. It was like having a little family. A family of hunters and who could forget the endearing and awkward angel that liked to pop up. Thinking of Cas, you hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Hey, when was the last time you saw Cas?" You asked coming back to reality.

"A couple weeks. wh-," Sam started but didn't finish.

As if on cue, "Are you in need of my assistance?"

"Dammit Cas! How many times do we have to say not to do that!?" Dean blurted out trying to hide his shock.

You turned to look at the man standing behind the couch. Castiel, where do you even start with Castiel. Well, he's an angel of the lord, that's for damn sure, it was something he'd never let you forget. He definitely needed some training in human interactions, but there was something refreshing about someone so quirky. He saved the boys' asses too many times to count and even helped you with research back at the bunker every so often. You could call him the go to guy, when something was wrong he'd come to your aid. He didn't always do the right thing, but you knew that he always had good intentions. You couldn't help but feel safe and protected with him around. You had grown to know him fairly well, just like the Winchesters. There were never any long winded conversations between the two of you, but you still felt like there was an unspoken friendship that the two of you shared.

"(y/n), is it not considered rude by humans to stare at someone for copious amounts of time?"

"Oh, sorry Cas, I was spacing out. Just getting lost in thought like usual," you replied with a little smile.

"Well I'm glad you found your way back. Now why was I called?" Cas asked as he looked between the three of you.

"No reason we just wanted to know what you had been up to lately," you felt a little guilty accidentally summoning him down here for no reason.

"Why don't you sit your feathery ass down and join our night off," Dean said more than asked.

"I uh... Don't think-," Cas was interrupted by a beer being thrown at him, which he still caught even though he was surprised.

"Come on Cas enjoy yourself a little while the world isn't completely falling apart," Dean smirked at him.

"Alright I guess I will join your 'night off'."

A disgruntled Cas sat down in the chair next to the couch and began watching the horrible SyFy movie we had on.

Not even five minutes later Cas looked totally lost in the movie, it was pretty cute.

'Wait did I just call Cas cute?!'

TO BE CONTINUED...