Author's Note - Hey guys, this is more of a filler chapter until I write the one for the next episode. Though, there is a little treat at the end for you all seeing as I took forever to update and post the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it though and let me know what you think! :D

September 29th, 2009

Windom, Minnesota

Beth's phone rang once again, for the fifth time in the space of ten minutes. She ignored it again. She had left her brothers, Castiel and Jesse the night before and found herself in her hometown with a single thought. She'd been walking non-stop since she'd arrived in Windom.

She slipped her phone into her pocket and continued walking, a silver flask she'd stolen from Dean clutched tightly in her free hand. She took a long sip from the flask, wincing as the whisky burned a trail down her throat.

"Beth?" a strangely familiar voice called out. She turned to find Jesse standing a few feet away, looking around curiously.

"Hey, Jesse," she murmured, stopping to let him catch up before she resumed walking. "What brings you here?"

"Sam and Dean are worried about you," Jesse explained. "So is the angel guy. They asked me to find you, seeing as Castiel apparently can't."

"They're always worried about me," Beth snorted, taking another gulp of the whisky. "They need to just stop. I'm 19 years old now, I can take care of myself."

"That's why you're drinking at 3 in the afternoon?" Jesse sassed. Beth gave him an amused look, raising her eyebrow in response.

"Okay. I'll stop for now," Beth replied as she closed the lid and tucked the flask into her other pocket. "Where do you wanna go?"

"It's your birthday," Jesse said thoughtfully. "We should go bowling or something… and we need a cake."

"I have an idea. I could show you where I used to live," Beth offered. "We could order a pizza."

"Okay," Jesse smiled eagerly. "Shouldn't you call Dean back?"

"I'll call him later," Beth said. She turned on her heel and started walking in the opposite direction, Jesse quickly followed after her.

"This is where you used to live?" Jesse asked curiously, looking up at the two-storey house that had boards covering the windows and a for sale sign in the yard. The grass was up to Beth's knees and there were weeds growing all over the place.

"Yeah… it used to look a lot nicer, obviously," Beth murmured. She headed up the path and onto the porch. She pressed her hand against the faded red door and shoved, it flew open with a series of creaks and Beth ducked inside, leaving Jesse to follow. The 11 year old closed the door behind him and walked slowly into the living room, feeling as though something bad had happened in the house.

"What happened here?"

"My mom and my twin and I were attacked by Ghouls," Beth explained quietly, dumping her bag on the dusty couch and heading over to the candles still sitting on the mantle piece. "They killed my mom and Adam—he's my twin. Sam and Dean managed to save me in time. But my mom and Adam are gone, gone, gone and I'm all alone."

"I'm sorry," Jesse said, watching her as she pulled a lighter from her bag and lit the candles, illuminating the room with a yellow-orange glow.

"Don't worry about," Beth replied, waving him off. She closed her lighter and sat down on the floor, gesturing for Jesse to do the same. "So, I brought my laptop with me, we could watch some movies, if you'd like?"

"What do you have?"

Beth smiled and reached over to open a cupboard on her left, she grabbed a handle on a box and pulled it out before passing it over to Jesse. "Adam and I used to watch those all the time," she explained as Jesse picked up a few of the Harry Potter films.

"Let's watch them then," Jesse said. Beth nodded and turned her laptop on, waiting until it was fully loaded before she stuck the disk in it and pressed play after the main menu appeared. The two of them settled back against the couch, their attention fully focused on the movie in front of them.

After watching the Harry Potter films that Beth had, the two of them managed to conjure up a pizza and some lemonade that they quickly devoured and drank. It was almost 9:00pm when Beth told Jesse that he should go back to Sam and Dean and that she wold join them soon enough.

As soon as Jesse was gone, Beth made her way upstairs to Adam's room. She stood in the doorway, briefly examining the room before she turned around and made her way to her own room. The walls were still the same light blue colour it had been when she'd last been there and the layout was the same. Her bed was pushed up against the wall by the window, her closet was on the left side of the room with a unit full of her make-up and beauty products next to it. A shoe rack was placed at the foot of her bed, up against the wall and she had a nightstand next to her bed with a lamp and a few books on it.

She sat down on the bed and opened her bag, pulling out a few bottles of alcohol she'd used her powers to get before setting all but one on the nightstand. Beth paused, staring down at the bottle in her hands, she quickly unscrewed the lid before raising it to her lips.

"Beth?"

Beth tipped her head to the side, staring through hazy eyes at Castiel's imposing form. A small giggle escaped as she raised her hand and waved at him.

"Cassie! My favourite angel!" Beth cheered. The young brunette clumsily pushed herself to her feet and stumbled over to him. Castiel reached out, catching her by her elbows as she tripped over her own feet. Beth grinned widely, clutching the lapels of his jacket tightly. "I'm so glad you're here!"

"You've been drinking," Castiel stated dryly. Beth snorted in amusement, like it was the funniest thing she'd heard and patted his chest.

"Damn straight. B-but it's my birthday, so I can drink all I like!" she said firmly, meeting his gaze. "What are you doin' here anyway? Are you gonna wish me a birthday happy?" Beth paused, frowning. "That doesn't sound right… or does it?" She shrugged pathetically. "Who cares? C'mon, join me for a drink."

She took hold of Cas' coat and dragged him over to the bed. Cas' knees hit the side of it roughly and he fell back onto it. Beth grabbed a bottle and tossed it to Cas, who just managed to catch it before it hit him in the face.

"What is this?"

"Vodka," she explained absentmindedly, flopping down beside him and drinking from her half-empty bottle of bourbon. "It's gooood."

Castiel hesitated before taking a small sip. His face screwed up at the strong taste but he forced himself to swallow the liquid. "This is disgusting."

"It won't be, the more you drink."

Castiel simply glanced at the bottle before setting it on the floor and turning back to Beth. The female had finished her bottle and was staring at Cas with a strange expression on her face.

"What?"

"I really like you," Beth blurted out, catching him by surprise. "You're kind and caring and you fell for us. I can't imagine what kind of courage that must've taken. You're my favourite person right now."

"I… like you too?"

"Not in that way, Cas," she whispered as she knelt beside him. "I really like you."

"Wha—" Castiel cut off abruptly as Beth suddenly cupped his face and drew him into a firm kiss. The angel returned the kiss without hesitating, pulling her closer with one hand. Beth went willingly, slowly moving to straddle his lap, her knees pressing against his hips.

"Cas," she whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his darkened eyes. Castiel moved back in first, locking their lips together again. Beth pushed the angel so he was lying down, his head cushioned by her pillows.

Castiel followed his instincts, giving in to them and appearing completely in control as he moved his hands up and began unbuttoning her cardigan after gaining a nod of confirmation from the Nephil. When the cardigan was removed and dropped to the floor, Beth yanked her top up over her head, pushing her long brown locks away from her face as she threw her top down next to her cardigan. Castiel followed her with his eyes, a strange heat stirring in the pit of his stomach as he watched her.

"You're wearing too much clothes," she murmured and grabbed the lapels of his coat, pulling him up enough so she could help him take his trench coat and suit jacket off, along with his tie and shirt. Cas sat up fully, Beth still sitting in his lap.

"I… I don't know what to do," he said quietly. Beth smiled softly, quickly coming down from her slightly drunken haze.

"It's okay, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

Castiel's eyes locked on hers. "I want to," he told her, surprising them both with his honesty. "I just don't know…"

"Just follow your instincts," she whispered. Cas nodded, leaning in and kissing her cheek. Beth ran her hands over his chest before curling her fingers over his shoulders tightly as he trailed his lips down to her neck. Castiel grabbed her hips roughly and twisted to the side, causing her to be lying down with him hovering over her. Beth pulled him back in, desperately wanting to connect with him in a way she never thought she would. Castiel seemed to sense how she was feeling and focused on it, wanting to give her what she needed and what he wanted.

A little while later, Beth lay on her left side, her eyes closed as she slowly came down from her post-sex bliss. Castiel lay behind her, the duvet pulled up to his waist. Beth turned her head to look over her shoulder at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"That was sex?" Castiel questioned, his face scrunching up. Beth nodded, her lips twitching slightly. "I like sex. Can we do it again?"

Beth's brows shot up in surprise and she rolled over to face him properly. "If you'd like. But not right now, I need some sleep."

Cas nodded thoughtfully, a pleased smile on his lips. Beth curled up against his side, her cheek resting over his heart. Cas hesitantly placed his arm over her waist, holding her against him.

"Happy birthday, Bethany," he whispered to her.

"This is one of the best birthdays ever," Beth said in reply. She fell asleep soon after that, feeling warm and content in Cas' arms.