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"Nothing dangerous," Castiel replied, not telling any lies but not the truth either, he prayed momentarily after the words escaped his mouth that no one would pull him up on his strange answer but thankfully and to his surprise no one did.
The rest of the night passed in a blur. Sam went straight up to bed, whilst Bobby and Dean played poker until the early hours of the morning by which time they were both so tired and irritable that they went to bed without talking to one and other under the pretence they the other had cheated. Willow point blank refused to go to bed, not matter what deal Dean tried to make or how many pleading glances Castiel sent her way.
"No," she said with finality as she walked out of the bathroom to find Castiel sitting in her bed with the covers called back and his puppy dog eyes look already on his face.
"But humans need sleep."
"I'll be fine," she smiled softly and she felt her heart flutter as Castiel lent forwards and linked his hand around her wrist, pulling her closer to him until she was sitting on his lap. Her hands automatically flew to his hair as she began to play with it slightly in a rhythm which made Castiel relax.
He sighed dejectedly, "well it'll be morning soon, what do you want to do today?"
She growled under her breath and nibbled on his neck before whispering into his ear, that she could think of a few things, before pulling back completely and pulling Castiel to his feet.
"It's up to you," she said quietly as they sneaked past the boys bedrooms, "for today anyway. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Tea?" she asked once they'd reached the kitchen.
"I don't need tea," he replied bluntly sitting down.
"I know," she sighed, "but would you like some? Tea is fucking brilliant."
"I've never had it."
Willow just looked at Castiel with a look of shock on her face, her emerald eyes lined with black, making her look more stunning than usual, it reminded Castiel of the dress she wore at their Cherry Blossom dream.
"That dress," Castiel said slowly, ignoring the shocked glances that Willow kept throwing over her shoulder as she made breakfast, "that I found in your memory. What memory was it?"
Willow shuddered as she sat down opposite Castiel, hugging her tea with one hand and a cigarette in the other. "It was my prom dress, I had to throw it away afterwards, it was covered in blood. My prom date, Lucas or something – I had to slit his throat, he was possessed," she said evenly, sipping her tea.
"How long have you been doing all this?" Castiel asked her cocking his head to the side.
"John Winchester found me when I was six years old," Willow shrugged, "and I guess he saw something in me. I have no other family, no reason why the Demons chose to posses my parents and try and kill me. But," she giggled nervously, her insides churned as she spoke, she hated talking about it with a passion, but she couldn't ignore Castiels questions forever, "That day was the beginning of me as far as I'm concerned. Sam and Dean are my brothers, and Bobby is my dad more than John ever was... John was more of a mean uncle. But I love them."
"You were so young..." Castiel whispered, searching her eyes. "Are you happy?" he asked abruptly.
"I'm with Sam and Dean again, Bobby's good and I have you. I won't lie, I doubt I've ever been happier," she answered honestly, pulling her hair up into a ponytail, exposing a thin white scar stretching from beneath her ear to her shoulder.
"How did you do that?" Castiel whispered, behind her in seconds as he lent down and traced a line of kisses along her scar. Willow tugged at the baggy black jumper self-consciously, pulling it back over her shoulder.
"My parents did that," she whispered quietly before spinning around to face Castiel and she plastered on a fake smile, that reached her eyes when she noticed Castiel smiling back, looking almost proud as he held her in his arms.
"I have an idea," he said seriously, the smile sliding of his face and he led Willow outside and walked around Deans beloved car to the green clearing, the sun had already come up, spreading weak rays of sunshine which worked their way through the clouds making everything look eerier.
"I'm going to teach you how to fight an angel," he said emotionlessly as he pulled out his angelic silver coated dagger from inside his coat pocket and he dangled it in front of her, "I will get you one of these, but while I teach you..." he said distractedly, looking around him for a dagger and when he looked at Willow she already had her own dagger in her hand and was tying the strips of black leather over her knuckles, Castiel only raised his eyebrows at her as he placed his angelic dagger on the roof of Deans car carefully.
"What," Willow shrugged again, smiling impishly, "I like to be prepared."

Castiel sent a quick grin back, and then disappeared to the other side of the clearing with a blink, "Hey," Willow yelled, "That's cheating."
Castiel appeared behind her and gripped her neck softly, but they both knew that that was the quickest way to snap someone's neck, the irrational fear shivered down Willows spine as Castiel growled, and "I'm teaching you how to fight an angel to help you. So fight me properly," as he began to tighten his grip on her neck, Willow let herself go with what she knew. She threw herself back, nearly knocking Castiel of his feet and she ducked down and swung up, landing a punch on his lower jaw and as she pulled back with her leather clad fist, he disappeared and as she spun round to look for him, he swung his fist round and it collided with her nose but before he could take another clear shot he was distracted by Bobby, Sam and Dean all leaning on the bonnet of Deans car and just watching. Both Dean and Bobby looked as if they wanted to join in as well, while Sam. Sam just looked emotionless.
Willow took Castiels momentary surprise to her advantage, she took a small step back and raised the dagger above her head and ran forwards, but Castiel caught her hand with surprising ease, without even breaking a sweat. Willow smiled sweetly, before swinging forwards, jabbing her fist into his ribs, momentarily winding him, she pulled her arm out of his loose grasp but before she could do anything else he took a swing which connected with her head and knocked her flying, "this isn't fun," she moaned before pulling herself to her feet which was when she saw it. Castiel disappeared and reappeared to the left of her and she saw it, just before he disappeared, he ever so slightly twisted his body in the direction he ended up in, a small smile appeared on her face as she jumped to her feet and took a few steps backwards, and mockingly sashayed her hips at him throwing the dagger in the air and catching it and she saw it, just before he disappeared the he was going to attack from her right, before she even thought about what she was doing, or anything else for that matter, she spun on her heel and flung the dagger, which impaled Castiel in the chest.

His eyes bulged as he pulled it out, but not in pain or fear, but in surprise. He had faith in his beautiful war goddess, but at no point did him ever think that she could single handily take out an angel by herself.
"I'm so sorry," he could hear Willow cry as she flustered around him, her hair slowly but surely sliding out of her ponytail, when he realised what damage he'd done to her, he took a sharp intake of breath, until he was sure that he could contain his inwards anger enough to talk.
"No, I'm sorry," Castiel said huskily, cupping her face in his hands as he healed her, making all the blood on her face which came from her nose disappear in an instant.
"It's fine, don't worry," she said brushing It off, "did I do good?" she asked excitedly, an almost innocent grin appearing on her cheeks.
"Very," Castiel nodded, "better than I anticipated. That's good, I want to know you're safe."
"I told you," she punched his arm playfully, "I can take care of myself."
He didn't reply to Willow she looked to happy as she walked back into the tatty old house, he waited until everyone was inside before he began to talk, looking up at the murky grey sky.
"That's not fair," he glared at the heavens, "this is supposed to be my time off."
And with seemly no reply but to his ears, he disappeared, as the Demons broke in.