Chapter 6

I sat with my head in my hands. My head was throbbing with pain and confusion. I couldn't think clearly. I couldn't even see clearly. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. How could this be happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I just want to be a normal girl.

I've never told this to anyone before, but I hate hunting. I hate the fact that we can never stay in one place. Sure, I say that I love it, but when I say that, I'm trying to convince myself that it's true. I don't want to drive for hours on end every week. I don't want to sleep in crappy motel rooms every night. I don't want to live this life. Then Castiel comes into my life saying that I'm supposed to destroy the devil. I would give anything to just be a normal girl.

"Hey we're back." I looked up to find Sam and Dean coming into the room. Dean had a hamburger in his hand and a bag in the other. Sam was struggling to get out of his priest shirt. I perked up.

"So, what did you find out from the family?" I asked. I stood up and helped Sam get the white thing out of his collar so he could change.

"None what so freaking ever," Dean say with a bite of burger stuffed in his cheek. He sat down on a bed and ripped off his collar. "But I think Sam had a great time." He looked at Sam with a knowing smile.

Sam grunted as he pulled on his jacket. "They had a 14 year old daughter who wouldn't stop staring at me. She kept trying to touch me. It was not fun." Dean and I both laughed at him.

"So, what have you been doing?" Dean asked me, passing me the bag he brought in. In my mind, the past hour ran through my head like a bolt of lightning. I took the bag Dean offered and shrugged.

"Nothing. Oh, but I found what you left on Sam's laptop." I pulled out a french fry and motioned to the laptop on the table. Sam rushed over to his computer and opened the screen. I saw him flinch.

"Come on, Dean. Really?" He then proceeded to type away, angrily. I laughed to myself and looked back at Dean.

"You can't tell me that you've been sitting around doing nothing." Dean said, throwing his hamburger paper in the trash.

I thought about if I should tell them or not. I wondered how they would react. I wondered how I should tell them. "You're right, I've been talking to an angel about my destiny." When in doubt, go with a direct approach.

Dean nodded his head. "Ok, did you two talk about how to catch Big Foot too?" He laughed and stood up.

"No, we talked about killing the devil." I took a bite of my fry and watched for Dean's reaction. He shrugged on his jacket and turned back to me.

"I see. And what is this angel's name." He walked over and reached into the brown bag, pulling out a handful of greasy goodness.

"You want to meet him?" I didn't look at him, but I could feel him staring at me. I looked over as Sam yelled triumphantly.

"Try to get on now, Dean," I heard him say under his breath. He must have put a password on his computer.

I looked back over at Dean. "Sure," he said. "I'll meet this angel. Does he need me to tune his harp?" He laughed at that.

Come on down Cas. I need you to meet my brothers. And please, no freaky angel stuff. Oh, and Dean is most likely going to try and kill you. I reached out with my mind, trying to find where my angel might be.

I closed my eyes. My lips tingled from where we had kissed just a few days before. Two spots on my back, where his hands had been, felt cold with nothing there. I remember he smelled like outside, like wind.

I opened my eyes when I heard Dean yell, "Where the hell did you come from?" Castiel had simply appeared in the room. Dean reached for his gun. I jumped up without thinking and put myself between the two. Sam must have gone for his gun too, because I heard him cock it back.

"No, stop. I told him to come here." Dean stared at Cas like he was a piece of meat. "Put down your guns. Both of you." I looked from Sam to Dean then back. They both put their guns down.

"Jordan, who is this? And what the hell is he doing here?" I felt Cas taking a step forward, but I turned around and put both my hands on his chest. I heart throbbed. No, let me handle this.

"This is Castiel. He's an angel. I met him when I died." I saw Dean flinch as I mentioned the past. "We really need to talk about something."

I went on for what seemed like forever, explaining to my brothers what happened when I died. I told them that Cas was the one who healed me. Of course, I left out the part of us kissing. I told them how Cas had told me of my destiny. Every time Cas tried to speak, Dean would give him a look that made the angel stop. Dean sat there the whole time shacking his head. Sam looked at me like he believed me, but I knew that at the same time, he thought I was nuts. Cas was acting strange the whole time. He was sitting next to me on one bed while Dean and Sam sat on the other. He looked like he was nervous. Maybe he was the same kind of nervous I was. My heart pounded like a hammer against my chest and my hormones were running ramped. I wanted to jump into his arms and never let go. I wanted to kiss him with everything I had.

Dean just looked at me after I had finished. Then he got up and walked out the door.

I looked at Cas, "He's going for a drive. He always does that when he needs to think." Sam looked at me too.

"I don't know what to say Jordan. This sounds pretty crazy, even for us."

"It's not like I wanted this. I never wanted something like this to happen to me." Cas looked at me. His eyes looked hurt. Then he was gone. Sam looked around the room eagerly.

"Darn it Cas. I didn't mean it like that." I got up and ran outside. I looked up at the sky. "Come on Cas. I didn't mean it like that. Please, I just don't want to have so much pressure on me. Please come back." I stared into the sky and saw nothing but the coming darkness.

My head dropped and I turned around. Standing in front of me was Cas. Before I could say anything, he pushed his mouth on mine. His arms were pulling me close, holding me tight. I didn't know how to react. I let myself fall into the kiss. I melted into his arms and he held me up. He pulled away slowly and pressed his forehead on mine.

"When I'm around you, I get these feeling that I don't know how to control. I want to be with you every minute of every day. I want to always be by your side," he whispered ever so softly. "I do not understand this. It's like I can't control myself."

I smiled up at him. I leaned forward and kissed him again. This time I made it delicate and soft. "Don't try to," I said into his mouth. And I kissed him as he held me. All my fears of the future were gone.