Chapter 3:
Willow woke up with a huge headache.
"Arg," She groaned, trying to sit up, "What happened?"
"You exhausted your Grace," Castiel said calmly from beside her.
She looked over at the Angel lazily, "Hmm?"
"You used your Grace to attack Crowley and drained it."
"I attacked Crow-" Willow cut herself off, wide-eyed, as she remembered the events of the night before.
"Willow," Castiel started, trying to calm the teenager down, "You had every right to attack him-"
"Crowley's my father," Willow muttered quietly, horrified.
"To a degree, yes, but he was only possessing your mother at the time, he is not your actual father- or mother- that is confusing."
Willow looked at him, suspicion in her eyes, "How did you know that? I haven't told anyone that yet- I've been knocked out. And don't give me the 'I read minds' crap because you can't read mine."
Castiel was silent, he didn't have to explain himself to this Nephalem.
"Oh, no, you cannot drop a bomb like that and then give me the silent Angel treatment," Willow sat up and twisted around to face Castiel, ignoring the pounding of her head, "Talk, Angel-boy."
Castiel tilted his head, confused, "I have not dropped such a bomb-"
Willow sighed melodramatically, "Good Lord-"
"Do not use our Father's name in vain, child."
"Castiel, buddy, Cas-can I call you Cas?- you have to explain yourself, dude, you can't just know something like that without telling someone how."
Castiel did notice that this was the first time that Willow had called him by his actual name, but he chose not to acknowledge it, "I do not need to explain myself to you," He said gruffly, before rising and walking off.
Willow watched him leave, almost annoyed, but semi-expecting it, after all; he is an Angel, and most Angels are dicks.
Dean walked in moments later, pie in one hand, beer in the other. He took one look at Willow and smiled mockingly, "Oh, look! She lives!"
Willow couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes, the Nephalem survived the horrible King of Hell."
Dean balanced the beer and pie in one hand while swinging a chair over and sitting on it backwards, facing Willow, "Indeed she did," He took a long swig of the beer.
"Isn't it a little early for alcohol?"
Dean smiled, "Nah, it's never too early for alcohol."
Willow motioned to where Cas left using her head, "What's got Angel-boys knickers all in a twist?"
Dean turned to look at where she was motioning, and shrugged, "It's Cas, he tends to be like that, don't take it personally."
Willow changed the subject, "Please tell me you killed Crowley?"
Dean turned back to her, "We haven't managed to kill that bastard in years, we were hoping that you could help with that."
Willow smiled, "Give me a shot at him and I'll be happy to."
Dean smirked, "Good, good."
Sam came stumbling in like a proper Moose, making Willow chuckle, looking like he could fall back asleep at any moment.
"Morning, Sammy," Dean said happily.
"Yeah, Dean, morning," Sam mumbled, almost incoherently.
Dean just laughed, "There's some of your rabbit food left in the fridge. We're off in 20."
"Uh-huh," Was the only sign that Sam had heard him before going to raid the kitchen.
"Where we off to?" Willow asked.
Dean shrugged, "Back to the bunker I guess."
"You guys have a bunker?"
"Yeah, it's hell cool."
Willow beamed, "That is so cool!"
"Warded against almost everything too."
"I'm guessing not Angels."
"No, Angels too."
"Then how does Angel-boy get in?"
Dean was silent for a moment, "Actually, now that you mention it I have no idea." He shrugged, "Oh well, mystery to be solved at another date."
When Willow stepped out of the Impala in Kansas hours later she was pleasantly surprised at what greeted her.
An actual bunker.
"That is so cool!" Willow yelled again.
"Yeah, okay, calm your llama little miss excitable," Dean said.
Willow looked up at him, "Carl is perfectly calm, thank you."
Dean rolled his eyes and started down the stairs into the bunker with Sam and Castiel following, Willow taking the rear.
When she entered the bunker she could barely contain her excitement.
"Oh my Father this is so fricking awesome!"