So to say it was a shock, when the motel door came crashing inward, would be a bit of an understatement. But survival instinct are bred deep, and I had my weapon drawn and ready in mere moments, my other hand was on Dean's side, humming with power, ready to protect him. Only he seemed to be trying to cover me as well, and I'm not sure where he got it but he also had a gun pointed at the intruders. Then he shook his head.

"God damn it Sammy! Cas what the Hell!"

Ok Dean seemed more annoyed than anything else. And one of the men was his brother, Sam whom I'd met the night before.

"Dean listen, just come over here and stop pointing your weapon at us.." Sam had his hands up in supplication, but hadn't put down his own gun.

"Yes Dean.. You must come away from the bed" a gravelly voice said. The other man came full into view, he was in a suit with a trench coat covering it. He was good-looking, and seemed unarmed but I felt the biggest threat could potentially come from him. My hand started to vibrate against Deans tan body with the need to protect him riding me strong,

The trench coat man then tilted his head towards me.

"Please take your hand off of Dean's body.."

Normally I would've snapped out a 'What's wrong? Jealous?' But I was having a hard enough time trying to assess the threat to Dean and control the enormous amount power to protect him, without trying to be snarky.

Luckily Dean was already snarling back, "Well since its my body, not yours Cas, I say she can run her hands all over me, in fact I'm hoping she does, so get out you Son of a Bitch."

Sam then tried appealing to him again, " Dean please, just look at her, look at what she's doing.."

Everybody seemed ready to fight. What was I doing differently? I didn't know what was going on, Dean still hadn't dropped the gun in his hand, he sounded annoyed at these two but why stay armed if they were friendly. I kept my guard up as well. I was ready to throw up a protection spell at a moment's notice but so much more energy was flooding me then normal. The strain of holding it back was making beads of sweat appear on my forehead.

"Dean, look" Sam entreated again

Dean turned and looked at me with my weapon drawn, and he smiled, and then he looked down at my hand touching his body, and he went completely still. I glanced down to see what the problem was. My hand was glowing, shit! It had never done that before. That is not normal!

Dean smile hardened almost imperceptibly, "Well that's new, does that mean I get to name it?" he sounded like he was joking,

I didn't get the reference, but the other two cracked smiles so it must have been funny. They began to relax their stances, and I realized it was because they knew Dean was on their side now.

I removed my hand, and started to shake it out.. That much power not getting released, it felt like pins and needles, I had unknowing discovered the blue balls of magic.

"So what's going on?" Dean asked in a very calm voice. I know that voice, I get that tone when I'm pissed as hell but still need answers before I can even think about killing some evil scumbag. Things start running through my head, Dean being so quick to stop the bartenders attack, Sam mentioning some case, Dean's quick survey of my room, and his ease in drawing the gun. Oh my God, it dawns on me, the gun brothers, the Winchesters! I am so screwed, completely surrounded by Hunters.

I realize Dean is still waiting for an answer.

"Nothing is going on, but maybe I should go get dressed." I say keeping any anxiety out of my voice. I can jump out the bathroom window, I think , and start to scoot off the bed. My wrist is immediately shackled, caught in his iron grip.. " No," he drawled" I think old Sam and Cas have had enough excitement without you giving them a show of that beautiful skin.. " he sounds like he's completely calm but I can see his jaw clenching and unclenching. I scoot back so he releases his grip and because I know he's pissed.

"Ok Sam, Cas you can leave, I think we need some time alone.. To talk.." He motions to them with his gun hand.

They both start to talk..

"Dean I do not believe that you are thinking this through logically, perhaps I could be of more assistance if I remain here..." Cas has an almost robotic manner of speaking, though through his gravelly tones you can hear the concern.

Sam also was pleading his case "Dean c'mon, let us deal with this, just walk away man.."

Dean just looked more hardened "Get out," he growled as he looked at them both then said softer, "I got this.."

Sam walked out first, and somehow Cas managed to get the once splintered door to close behind them. If the situation wasn't so tense I would've either asked for his secret or joked that Humpty Dumpty could have used someone like Cas around. But I was really more focused on trying to get out of this with My skin intact..

"So do you have something to tell me?"

" I'm pretty sure you know.. " I replied sadly, knowing how this would end.

"Ok, you forgot to mention that you're a witch.. Or were you never going to tell me?"

I snapped back with " Oh because you were so forthcoming about being a Hunter!"

"So you do know?" He asked, his voice chilled the entire room.

"Yeah now! I figured it out while I was trying to protect you from your brother and friend."

"Protect me?" He snorted

"Yes you idiot! When they burst in I thought a demon or something had tracked me down, I was going to try to protect you from them."

"Then when did you decide to try to attack me instead?" His eyes stared at me coldly, stripping me down to my soul.

"Wait, What? Attack? Oh my God, did I hurt you?" I began ripping back the sheets to discover how I might have injured him. Did I lose control?

He grabbed my hands, but the left one still hurt from the power surges, and I winced.. He lightened his grip.

" The glowing hand, I assumed Cas stopped your attack."

Relief ran through me but anger soon overtook it " I wasn't attacking you, you moron! I was stockpiling magic to throw a protection shield over you!"

"What?" He exclaimed

Though I knew never to show what I was capable of, I really I needed to discharge anyways. My hand was still severely shocking me and it might be the only way to prove my innocence.

"Look I can show y.. " I pulled on my hands.

"Slowly.." He growled and released my hands with a warning squeeze

"Watch.." I began to use the energy. My hand began to glow again and I threw the intended protection spell over one of my stones instead of Dean. He got up and approached it, keeping me in sight the whole time. He tried to touch it, and then he tried to bounce another rock off the protected stone but it was completely safe in its little blue force field, my spell held.

He started to grin, and a small seed of hope bloomed in my chest. Maybe this one Hunter wouldn't shoot first, ask questions later?