I haven't worked on my stories because of the death of a family member which sucks.

After my first day of training, Castiel kept me on my toes. Two years passed. While under Cas' tutelage, Sam and Dean taught me a crash course in the freaky monsters and how to deal with them. They also taught me how to shoot. In those two years, I learned more in that time then in my first fifteen years. Eventually I learned all that Cas had to teach me.

I started to sudden alertness. The covers on the bed were disorganized, and the sweat drenched clothes of yesterday sat in a corner with the heap of others. I stepped off the bed and stumbled to my bathroom. The door closed with my arrival. I turned on the shower, and walked in. I turned on the hot water and let the water hold me in its warmth. My shower was an instant. After I stepped out, the humid air was replaced by by the cold wind from the hallway. I grabbed some clothes from the dresser beside the bed. As the clothes flew on, the goosebumps disappeared. Then a stomach growling smell came to mind.

(Bacon,) I thought. My bare feet scraped across the hardwood floor. As I followed the smell, it's grip became stronger around my nostrils. Moisture danced on my tongue. The sizzle of pig flesh met the groan of my stomach. The seat nearer to me was pulled out. I plopped down into this easy choice. Dean stood over the breakfast meat with his sole attention over it.

"Staring at it won't do anything," I remarked

"I'm just hungry," He said.

"Aren't we all?" He nodded back. He turned off the propane and picked up the pan. The clinking of plates was created to the left of myself. Sam brought four plates from the cabinet.

"Are we expecting guests?," I asked.

"A friend is coming over. He's got information on Crowley," Dean replied. I jumped up.

"Who is he?."

"Kevin, you'll meet him soon enough. We've been looking for him. He disappeared after we thought we killed Crowley." While waiting for this Kevin character, I practiced in the shooting range. Dean had added a moving target to improve my shooting.

I picked up the .45 Caliber that Dean had me craft. Every part resembled his weapon except on the left grip panel it had a pair of white angel wings. He had made it to poke fun at my angel heritage. My attention became focused on the target. I placed the magazine inside. While raising the gun, my attention drew to where the human heart would be. A memory came to mind.

Eighteen months ago...

"Don't have your eye closed. Two eyes let you see your target properly," Dean Instructed. I nodded and opened my left eye. The target moved in front once my eye opened. The trigger was squeezed. A single bullet flew to the head of the target. A sudden rush made my heart pump. Buh-bump, buh-bump, buh-bump. My heart pumped rapidly.

"You okay?," Dean asked. Reality came back. I turned to face my instructor.

"Yeah. It's just an awesome feeling, shooting a gun you know." He nodded with a smile on his face. His hand came to rest on my shoulder. It's funny, being so much younger and I'm taller than him.

"What's with smirk?"

"Nothing."

Present Day

All four of us sat at the table. Dean, Sam, their friend Kevin, and I. Everybody has plates with hamburgers. Everybody was eating. There was barely anything left of Kevin's. I finished the mouthful. The greasy goodness went down my esophagus. The salt of the bacon lingered on my tongue.

"It's funny, all the important meetings take place on this table with someone eating." Nobody laughed.

(Awkward.) Once everybody finished the unhealthy meal, Sam spoke up.

"So Kevin, where's Crowley?," Sam asked.

"Right to the point huh Sammy," Dean said.

"It's ok," Kevin defended, "everybody wants to get their hands on Crowley."

"So where is he?," I asked. Kevin turned to me.

"He's hiding his ass at a summer home."

"What are we waiting for? Let's get him!" A hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked to see who the hand belonged to. Castiel was the one.

"Holy crap!" I fell out of my seat. Everybody cracked up laughing. Castiel didn't show emotion. I picked up my chair and sat down. Castiel remained standing.

"Now before I was unceremoniously surprised, where...is...Amber?"

"Who?," Kevin asked.

"It's his girlfriend who was taken two years ago. Crowley attacked here and took her. Price here tried to save here. That didn't end well. He's been training for two years getting with Castiel and ourselves getting ready to fight," Dean replied.

"Ok, but why train with Cas?"

"He's a nephilim."

"Oh..."

"Now that we're past that, where are they?," I demanded.

"Arkansas. Specifically Fayetteville."

"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME! THEY'RE A STATE AWAY AND WERE JUST NOW LEARNING? THIS GUY COULD'VE JUST CALLED!" I picked up the plate I had ate off. I threw with all my anger projected towards the wall across from me. I marched down the hallway. I stopped. My balance fell against the wall. I slid down to the ground. My back leaned against the wall. My hands wrapped around my bent knees. A shadow fell over me. I looked up. Cas stood over me.

"I know I lost my anger Cas, but I need her back. I know that sounds pathetic. Each night for the past two years, she has controlled my dreams. She has been my focus. My purpose is to save her. I need her." Cas said nothing. He offered me his hand. He had probably learned more about me than he cared to know. He offered me his hand. I accepted it. We walked down the hallway. Everybody was standing around. The broken plate wasn't on the ground, probably the trash.

"Well guys, sorry about my drama session."

"It's fine. It means a lot to you. Just tell us next when you're going to freak out." I nodded.

"Now let's go get this son of a bitch."