A/N: I feel like I've been torturing my Sam-muse lately, so I had to give him a little something in this chapter. Plus, 6.03 inspired the whole bring a girl home thing. Speaking of, season six is completely killing me guys. I've been losing my love for Sam due to what happened the past two weeks. Hopefully, next weeks better. So um, don't think I've got any other notes. OH. Check out my new SPN Fic called CROSSFIRE. It's Jimmy-centric and will have slash, but it's already pretty far along developed. That being said, thanks for the reviews and keep them coming! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 6: Shelter

He was fairly sober, but Sam could barely remember the woman's name. Mary Ann? Marie? Something like that. It didn't really matter to him. He needed relief from the way he felt since it seemed to be the only way. Earlier during his second shower, Sam tried to relieve himself but it didn't do anything. He'd still felt the same, which was why he had to get out. And throw his angel from the room, too.

As he opened the door and let the woman in, she said, "Wow. Nice place y'got here." Her accent was clear and he stepped in, only to shut the door behind him. She turned around and wrapped her arms playfully around Sam's neck. With a giggle, she kissed him. Sam shut his eyes for a moment and opened them.

In the middle of the room, he saw Ashael and pushed the woman gently away. "Ash, what're you…?"

"Get away from him. I won't ask twice," Ashael said with a look of determination.

The woman smirked at Sam, dropping her arms and turning towards the angel. "But why? He didn't tell me he had a girl."

Ashael moved forward and put her hand to the woman's forehead, causing a bright light to emit from the woman's eyes and mouth. The woman dropped to the ground lifelessly and Sam's jaw dropped. "Ash!"

"She was a demon. Gabriel saw it before I did." Her face was deadpan and it seemed she was telling the truth.

But that didn't help the fact that he was still aching. Sam sighed, "Whatever. Just…get the body out of here." This whole angel deal was beginning to stress him out and he made his way over to the bed, sitting down He heard the flutter of wings and knew she'd be gone if he turned to look. Instead, he pulled his shoes off and ran a hand through his hair.

Stretching his arms, Sam let out a quick breath. He heard another flutter of wings as he blinked, only to see the angel standing by the window and looking out with a thoughtful expression. Something in Sam just wanted to get up and wrap her in his arms. This felt out of left field to him and he frowned at his own thoughts.

"You have my apologies Sam. I should've been keeping a better eye on you." She turned and gave him what Dean would call "puppy eyes".

Sam shook his head, looking at the ground and not at her. He hadn't even realized he was standing up as he spoke until he took notice of his feet. "It's fine." Hesitantly, he took a step forward while furrowing his brow. "Ash…"

She tilted her head slightly to the side as she watched him take a few more steps towards her. Ashael straightened, looking to swallow hard as he approached. "Yes?"

"I don't know what you did, but…" He reached out a hand towards her cheek and as soon as it made contact; a jolt ran through his arm, similar to before. Sam took in a quick breath, part of him liking the sensation. "I need you to fix it."

The plea made Ashael furrow her brow. "I can't do that. Do not ask it of me." She shut her eyes for a moment as Sam rubbed her cheek carefully.

He stopped, keeping his hand there. To him, it seemed like she was doing everything in her power to keep calm. It concerned Sam. He leaned closer to her, only a mere inch or two away. "Please," he begged, "I can't fix it. Help me…"

Being so close broke his willpower and Sam moved in, kissing Ashael gently. She seemed to freeze as he did, lips unmoving and still pressed against his. To Sam, he felt a shockwave run all the way down to his toes and back. The word that came to his mind was heaven. And of all people, Sam could vouch for what Heaven was like.

Sam never knew what hit him as two fingers went to his forehead and he dropped to the floor, unconscious.

Ashael closed her eyes as Sam crumpled to the floor. Her intentions weren't to hurt him, but only to stop him. Stopping him just required putting him to sleep for a while. She knelt down and scooped him up in her arms. To a watcher, it would look strange; but her Grace made her as strong as five average sized men, making it easy to carry Sam.

She laid him down on the bed and pulled his boots off, just as she'd seen him do before going to sleep to make him more comfortable. The angel stepped back and her eyes moved down to the ground before she transported from the room to the roof. She needed to pray, but she didn't want Sam in hearing distance. Even if he were sleeping soundly.

Taking in a breath as she sat on the ledge of the motel's roof, Ashael folded her hands in her lap and shut her eyes. She thought of her Father, brothers and sisters, and mainly Sam. She didn't know what to make of what had happened in the room. Confused in her own thoughts, Ashael called for Castiel in her mind.

Not even a minute after her call for help, Castiel appeared in front of her on the roof. He had a look of concern on his face as he approached. "What's the matter?"

Her eyes stayed shut and she shook her head. "I think my charge is too close to me. Assign me something else. I can't do it."

"What are you talking about? Is it because of what he did?" Castiel sat to face her on the ledge. "With everything changing in Heaven, it's okay if you get close to your charge. There's not Zachariah or Uriel to punish us. Human interaction is necessary to understand our charges more. Attachment is the only problem that may appear." He spoke with slow and careful words with a meaningful look on his face.

Ashael bowed her head and opened her eyes. "I'm not used to the new hierarchy or rules that have been coming lately." She took in a breath before saying, "Sometimes, I wish I were back home helping you."

Castiel put a hand on her folded ones. "Ash, this is your job. Father said specifically for you to have it. Not me, nor any of the other angels. Are you not honored?"

She immediately perked up at the talk of their Father. "Of course I am. I just have…doubts." Her last word came out in a whisper. Angels weren't to feel doubt, or any other petulant emotions for the matter. They were all alien and curious to her. She wanted to experience them, but at the same time, she wanted to stick to the old ways. "During your time on Earth, did you?"

"Almost. But that was when I had rebelled, my Grace was faltering, and Dean was pressuring me to do it. It did not end well," he explained with a thoughtful look.

The young angel gave a nod. "But what about Sam's problem?"

"What he said was right. You're the only one who can fix that, Ashael. It's your Grace that pushed in the emotions and that is the Grace he wants to be near."

Timidly, she gave another nod. "Thank you for the advice. I should return to him now." Ashael stood up when Castiel did. She glanced at him and he flashed a small smile.

"I will demon proof the outside of the motel once more. By the time he awakes, both of you will be sheltered from any kind of entity that tries to get in unwanted." Castiel turned and walked to the opposite end of the motel roof before Ashael transported herself back into the motel room.

Once back in, she sat silently on the couch after removing her trench coat. The idea of the coming shelter made her feel slightly more relaxed and she lay down, keeping her eyes locked on Sam's back as he slept. In a few hours, he would wake and she knew she would have to explain herself.