A/N HOLAA! here is an update, on Saturday...idk if i'm goin to update every saturday, or every friday, or every saturday and friday...ugh, so confused...no beta, mistakes are mine, don't own anyone you recognize...i hope you like it cuz i like writing it...PLZ REVIEW

Castiel apeared in the motel with a flutter of wings. He looked at Dean, "where is Alex?" Dean averted his eyes, looking at the ground. "Uh, she's..she's, uh, in the bathroom," he mumbled. Castiel nodded, but looked confused. He didn't think anything could cause a mark like this in a bathroom.

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked lightly, listening. He heard the echo of his knock and...shallow breathing. Castiel had the door open in less the two seconds. He immediatly kneeled down beside Alex, taking the knife from her. There was blood covering the ground, on her clothes, all coming from a deep gash on her arm.

"Cas? What's wrong?" Dean got up and looked into the bathroom, "Oh my God." Sam walked up next to Dean, and gasped. "Alex, look at me," Castiel said, pulling her head up. She opened her eyes and looked up at Castiel. "What happened?" Castiel grabbed her arm, showing her the cut. She understood, "I...saw you...heal yourself...I thought...I could...too." The sentence left her out of breath and panting.

Dean looked alarmed, "Well, heal her Cas!" Castiel shook his head, "I can't." Dean was exasperated, "What do you mean you can't? Your a freakin' angel!" Castiel sighed, pulling Alex into his arms and standing up. "She is now, in a manner of speaking, an angel. I cannot heal other angels. That is not my place. She would have to heal herself, but she can't, not yet. We must get her to a hospital." Before Castiel took two steps, he felt another presence in the room.

"Hello, Winchesters, Castiel." Zachariah stood in the middle of the room. Dean turned around, "Dude, not a good time." Zachariah smirked, "Why not?" His tone was sarcastic, not curious. Castiel stepped out from behind Sam, Alex still in his arms, blood covering both of them. This time, Zachariah looked sincerly alarmed, "Is that the weapon?"

"No, she is not a weapon, nor will she ever be," Castiel growled defensively. Zachariah took a step toward them, but both Winchesters blocked his view. Zachariah straightened up, "I knew there was something wrong about this town. Mark my words, Castiel, I will get the girl, and she will be used the way she was made to." He smirked, and then was gone.

Castiel growled again. Dean was still tense, and Sam shook his head. It wasn't until then did they relize the importance of Alex, and how defensive they were about her. Dean looked back at Castiel, "get her to a hospital." Castiel nodded, then dissapeared. Dean grabbed his keys, "C'mon Sammy, we're guna go vist the hospital."

Castiel arrived at the emergency room, and calmly walked up to the desk. "I need to see a docter immediatly." The lady didn't even look up, "You're guna have to wait like everyone else." Castiel tilted his head, "if I wait, she will die." The lady looked up then, her eyes widening at the sight of Alex in his arms.

She reached for the intercom and said, "we need a docter to the emergency room, immediatly." She looked up at Castiel, "Sir, what is your relationship to the victim?" Castiel looked down at the girl in his arms, then back at the nurse, "I am her father." The nurse nodded, not looking convinced. Castiel could understand why, his vessel looked to young to have a child that looked this old.

A docter came out of the double doors at the back of the room, followed by two nurses and a stretcher. Castiel shifted Alex in his arms, smearing more blood on his shirt. Alex was now unconscious from bloodloss, and Castiel cradled her like she was a small child.

The docter walked up to him, "Sir, we have to take her now." Castiel nodded and immediatly placed her gently on the stretcher. The docter looked confused, expecting an argument, but Castiel just stood there, patiently. He didn't even try to follow them.

Sam and Dean arrived at the hospital just after Castiel did. "Dean, you could've killed us," Sam said, smoothing his hair down. "Well Sammy, I wanted to get her before next week," Dean said, slamming his door and jogging into the emergency room, Sam following.

Dean immediatly located Castiel, the bloodsoaked trenchcoat a dead giveaway. "Hey, Cas," Dean said, putting a hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel looked back at him, his eyes sad. "C'mon, let's sit down, it'll be awhile." Dean guided Cas back to a chair sat next to him, Sam on his other side.

"Have they said anything yet?" Dean kept a hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel shook his head, looking down. Dean nodded and settled into his chair, getting ready for a long night.

Alex woke up in a sterile hospital room. She frowned, partly because she didn't remember how she got here, and partly because she hated hospitals. She sat up quickly, but fell back onto the bed, felling light-headed. She looked at her arms. There was an IV connected to her left arm, and a white bandage on her right, covering her forearm. She groaned when she remembered what happened.

She was an idiot for thinking she could heal herself. She wanted to try it, so she took out her knife and cut. But she didn't mean for the cut to be so deep, and she was losing alot of blood. She was lucky Castiel found her.

She started slightly when the door opened. She slowly leaned against her left arm, sitting up. There was a docter standing at the door. Or, at least, she thought he was a docter. He had a white coat, but he was wearing a suit. His was pale, and balding, with white hair around his head. "Hello, Alex," he said, smiling at her. "Uh, hey," she said back, suspicious.

The docter walked up to her bed and pulled up a chair, "So, how're you feeling?" Alex raised an eyebrow, "Better, and I want out of this hospital." The docter nodded, "Can you walk?" Alex thought for a second, then nodded back. The docter smiled, "Then I can get you out of this hospital, and you can call me Zach."

Alex nodded, "Zach," She said slowly. She'd heard that name before, but couldn't remember where. She slid out of bed carefully. Zach took out her IV and gave her some clothes to change into. Alex changed, and Zach gripped her shoulder. His hand felt wrong there, and she wanted more than ever to talk to Castiel. "I wanna talk to Castiel," She said, looking up at Zach. He nodded, understanding, "I know you do, and you will, after you leave." She took a breath, nodded her head, and they started walking.

Alex: This dude gives me the creeps

Dean: Oh God...

Castiel: Please help her

Sam: This is getting weird

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