When the group of hunters returned to their motel Castiel and Emily immediately began packing their bags while Sam and Dean went to go check out and pay for the window that had been repaired while they were gone.

While Emily and Castiel were getting ready to leave someone knocked on the door, startling Emily. She glanced at Castiel, who was starring at the door with an expression hard to read, then cautiously walked over to it. Emily peeked through the hole in the door to see a short, bald, and beer-gutted man in a suit on the other side. "Who are you?"

"I'm the manager," the man declared. "I was wondering if I could discuss with you what exactly happened last night? Could you let me in please?"

Emily frowned in thought as she studied the man through the peek hole. The guy looked innocent enough.

Emily opened the door a crack. "My friends are headed to your office, sir. They're going to pay for the damages."

"That's not what I'm here for," the man sneered.

Demon.

Emily tried to reclose the door, but it was too late. The demon shoved his way into the room and charged her. Emily gasped. The thing grabbed her by the throat and pinned her down to the ground.

"Emily!" Castiel yelled, fear in his voice.

He took the demon killing knife from the top of the night table near his bed, and ran at the demon to kick him in the head.

When he did, the demon fell beside Emily and growled. He quickly jumped to his feet to face Castiel. His expression showed his fury. The demon looked like a wild animal.

Castiel raised his right hand to stab the demon in the chest but the creature teleported away before he could bring the knife down.

Castiel tensed up as he stood still and waited for the demon to return. He knew it would not run from a fight so quickly. He was right.

"Cas, behind you!" Emily coughed, her eyes wide.

Castiel whipped around in his spot to find his face a mere foot from the demon's.

The demon used his powers to fling Castiel across the room, into a dresser, and Castiel's forehead was sliced open by a sharp edge.

As the demon brought him to his feet by his shirt, Castiel realized he'd dropped the knife when the demon had thrown him. He knew he had to get it. He struggled to get free of the demon's grip.

"You aren't going to stop me, Castiel," the demon claimed proudly as his eyes flickered white. A white-eyed demon; he was a leader in Hell, then. "You're not an angel anymore. You can't stop me."

Castiel was shocked. How did this demon know who he was? What he'd been? Had they met before?

Suddenly, the demon shrieked and left his host to fall to the ground. Castiel collapsed at the same time the body did and saw that Emily had stabbed the demon in the back. She was standing before him, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Castiel nodded slowly. He wasn't too sure.

Just then, Dean entered the room with Sam.

"Well, we're leaving," Dean announced.

He and Sam froze as they took in the scene before them.

Sam's face became concerned. "What happened?"

"Another demon," Castiel replied as he stood up. "White-eyed this time. He left his host before we could kill him."

"There has to be something going on here," Dean concluded. "Emily, you're going to have to stick with us for a while. If a white-eyed demon is after you then you must be on Hell's hit list or something. That won't be the last you'll be seeing of that demon and his cronies."

Emily sighed. "I'm not going to be able to refuse, huh?"

"Nope," Dean confirmed.

Emily groaned.

After it was decided Emily needed protection and that it was probably a good idea they left town Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Emily all drove to Minnesota.

When they arrived in Bloomington they booked two rooms at the second cheapest motel available.

Once again, Sam and Dean took a room on the first floor and Emily and Castiel took the room next to theirs.

After unpacking her bags, Emily forced Castiel to allow her a look at the gash on his head that he'd been refusing to allow her to see ever since the demon attacked that morning. It was crusted with dried up blood.

"It needs a cleaning," Emily told him.

Castiel shook his head. "It'll be fine."

"Sit," Emily commanded him.

Castiel sighed, but obeyed her order.

Emily took out her first aid kit and wet a clean pad with disinfectant. Then she began rubbing off the blood on Castiel's forehead until the gash re-opened and the old blood was gone.

Castiel winced as the disinfectant got in his cut.

"I'm sorry," Emily apologized. "The only way to make sure it didn't get infected was if I took all that junk off."

Castiel smiled slightly. "It's okay. I've had worst pain."

"I'm sure you have."

They fell silent as Emily placed butterfly bandages over Castiel's cut.

Emily frowned and Castiel noticed. "What's on your mind?"

"What the demon said…," Emily paused. "Was it true? About you having once been an angel?"

"Do you believe in angels, Emily?" Castiel inquired.

Emily shrugged. "I guess so. Hunters I've met have mentioned them time to time when they talk about the Apocalypse. But they're all drunk when they do talk about it."

Castiel nodded.

"So is it true?" Emily repeated.

"Yes," Castiel confirmed. "I was an angel."

Emily's eyes went wide. "You're kidding me."

"I am not," Castiel assured her.

Emily starred at him. "How did you fall? When did you become human?"

"During the Apocalypse I helped Dean and Sam, disobeying my command while doing so," Castiel began. "Because I was cut off from Heaven I slowly started losing my powers. Without all my abilities I was weakened…and I was killed by an angel who followed Lucifer in the last battle. I was then reincarnated and born into the same family as my vessel."

It took a few seconds for Emily to soak up all the new information Castiel had given her.

When she did all she could say was "Wow".

Castiel laughed. "I know it's a lot to take in, you should have seen me when I remembered my first life."

"You didn't remember?" Emily was surprised.

"No." Castiel shook his head. "Not until I met a psychic a few years back."

"Are all angels reincarnated?" Emily questioned.

Castiel nodded. "Yes."

"Even Lucifer?" Emily bit her lip.

Castiel thought for a moment. "Probably. But I doubt he got to be anything high on the ladder in life. What angels are reincarnated as depends on the good they've done in their existence."

"So Lucifer's probably a snake or rat or maybe even an ant right now?" Emily mused.

Castiel chuckled as he stood up from his seat. "There's a good chance."

Emily grinned. "I like that thought. Suck it, Lucy."

They both burst out laughing until their eyes met.

Emily's next sentence came out at a whisper. "You must have done a lot of good to become human, then."

"I must have," Castiel murmured.

Their eyes met and they leaned towards each other until their lips touched.

Electricity ran through both of their bodies and when they parted Emily sucked in a deep breath.

Castiel slowly raised one his hands up to Emily's face and rested it on her cheek before pulling her in for another kiss. As he pressed his lips against hers, Castiel could feel his heartbeat speed up.

Emily and Castiel parted to breathe for a moment before Emily pressed her lips against Castiel's harder, more eagerly.

Castiel felt his body stiffen as she laid her hands on his chest and leaned into him. He felt himself aching for her, and in that moment, all he wanted was more of her. He pinned Emily against the wall and pushed up against her, deepening their kiss further as he brought his hands down to her hips and slipped them under her shirt.

Realizing what he wanted to do, Emily hesitantly unlocked her lips from his so he could pull her shirt over her head and discard it on the floor.

As soon as he was finished, Castiel lowered his head to Emily's neck and began kissing it. She laid her hands on his wide chest and tilted her head as she groaned with pleasure. The sound was like music to Castiel's ears.

When he looked back up at her, Emily grabbed his shirt and quickly tugged it over his head before beginning to work on his jeans. While she did that, Castiel pulled hers down and she stepped out of them.

Their underwear quickly followed.

When they were finally free of the clothing that had separated their bodies, Castiel and Emily leaned into each other once more to lock lips, shivering when their naked bodies brushed each other's.

Their burning need for each other was becoming too much for either to bear. Clinging to one another, they made their way to Emily's bed and Castiel laid her on it.

Taking in the sight of Emily's entire body, Castiel realized how stunning she really was and his body ached even more for her.

He climbed onto the bed alongside Emily and kissed her stomach, slowly making his way up to the point in between her breasts. When he kissed her right above her pounding heart, Emily moaned.

"Please…" she whispered, pleading with him to get past the foreplay.

Castiel couldn't stand it any longer either. He kneeled over Emily and intertwined his hands with hers, before finally lowering himself onto her.

As he entered her and they connected Emily gasped and Castiel felt the urge to push up into her, so he did.

As Castiel slowly thrust into Emily, she freed her hands from his grasp to grip his shoulders. Sweat broke out on their bodies as he thrust into her a second time and Castiel groaned at how good it felt.

He began pumping rhythmically into Emily, both of them breathing heavily as he did.

In the middle of their love making, Emily wrapped her legs around his body and her arms around his neck and whispered, "Lift me up".

Castiel did as told and they had sex while she was sitting on his lap.

Emily rocked towards him as he pumped towards her and the combined effect made everything so much more amazing.

After what seemed like forever, Castiel decided to lower her back down and they continued where they'd left off.

He could feel his climax approaching as he pumped faster and faster into Emily and he could feel her tense up too, suggesting hers was approaching as well. Both of them fought to keep it in themselves for as long as they possibly could. They wanted to hold onto the splended feeling as long as they could.

Castiel ran his tongue against Emily's lips and she returned the action as she clawed at his back.

This made the sensation in him even more tense and Castiel could feel his orgasm near. He thrust harder into Emily and her back arched as she let go, shaking.

"Come on, Cas," she said breathlessly.

She was waiting for him to join her.

Castiel thrust himself harder into her then he had ever before and finally there was a rush as he came. The feeling of release was indescribable.

Afterwards, he rolled over beside Emily and gasped, trying to catch his breath. He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand and slipped under the bed sheets with her.

Once they were covered, he wrapped his muscular arms around Emily and held her close. Emily looked up adoringly at his face and kissed him one last time before laying her head to rest on his smooth hot chest, enjoying his warmth.

Exhausted, she soon closed her eyes, and fell fast asleep to the sound of Castiel's heartbeats.