As usual I don't own Supernatural. Sadly

But please R&R this chapter is bad in a way I know, but I'm busy most of this weekend and just wanted to give you guys something to read. I hope it's not that bad
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(Longer updates will begin again Monday!)

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.

"So you and Cas," Dean began as he pulled out a beer from the fridge as he leaned back on the counter, talking to Willow as she walked around the kitchen, pulling food from the cupboards, "you know the man's a fricken angel right?"
"No? I had no idea Dean tell me more," she said sarcastically, she glared daggers at Dean through her curtains of hair which was falling in front of her eyes while she was bending down to put the oven on. And in a split second the beer that was in Deans hand was gone and in Willows, who was in the process of standing on her tip toes and pushing it on top of the fridge while scowling at Dean.
"It's breakfast you do not need beer at breakfast."
"Sure I do," he grinned cockily, "It helps me start my day right."
"Dean Winchester, no beer at breakfast," she said calmly looking at him square in the eyes, "unless what? You want to fight me for it?"
"Dude," Sam interrupted as he walked into the kitchen, "she just killed an angel, I wouldn't fight her."
"She had a lucky shot," Dean mumbled.
"Lucky my ass, I destroyed him," she smiled as she moved a step to the side to open the fridge door, she felt hands behind her and a sharp pain in her stomach, as the familiar taste of blood came into her mouth, she collapsed to the floor. She heard yelling and gunshots around her and as much as she tried she couldn't pull herself to her feet. The last thing she remembered was the noise of gunshots as she slipped into the most welcomed state of unconsciousness.

Willow opened her eyes with a start then shut them immediately after, the bright glare of the while hospital lights making her shiver as she said through grit teeth, "I hate hospitals."
"That's your greatest concern?" she could hear Deans voice cry, "Try to not get stabbed then, idiot."
"Yes because I got stabbed on purpose Dean?" she shook her head, her eyes still clenched shut and her knuckles white as she gripped on the metal sides of the bed.
"Least you're still sarcastic," Dean snorted.
Silence ensued for a few minutes until Sam walked in, "I just got off the phone to Cas he'll be here in a few, what are we going to tell Will when she wakes up?"
"I'm awake you bitch," she growled under her breath, "and I'm fine." And as soon as those words escaped her lips she felt as if she was going to pass out again, her insides felt like they were falling to the outside.
"I'm fine," she repeated through clenched teeth, she felt like she was swallowing all the bile to the back of her throat as the pain spread throughout her body.
She could hear who she assumed was the doctors' footsteps as she walked into her room and from the footsteps that followed she assumed that Dean and Sam walked out with him, she felt a surge of affection for them that they still remembered her habits, it made her heart swell.
She was left to ponder her own thoughts for a second until she heard her tortured angel cry, "I am so sorry," Castiel said as he sped across the room to her bed, and on impulse Willows eyes snapped open and she was met with his sorrowful blue glittering eyes glaring into hers as he kissed her hungrily. "I shouldn't have left," he said once he pulled back, his head resting on hers.
For a moment Willow didn't know what to say, she knew that he was capable of showing emotion, but not once did she think that he would let it show so clearly, she glanced up his face and he looked so guilty and upset that it made her heart bleed. She lifted her hand up to his face and held it there, "it's not your fault," she said calmly, trying to get him to meet her eyes, instead he just planted a kiss on her forehead and from that kiss it felt as if she was receiving an electric shock, which spread from her forehead all the way down her body, and once it cleared she realised what was missing. The crippling pain. She pulled herself upright and grinned at him, her hear aching as she noticed how sad his eyes still were.
"We need to stop meeting like this," she winked and looked down and grimaced at what she was wearing and rolled her eyes.
"Fucking hate hospitals," she growled again as she leaned back on the bed and shut her eyes, and for a second she felt Castiels arms around her and then they were gone but with surprise he opened her eyes and saw his coat around her, she pulled it closer and she savoured his smell, it made her feel safe. When she glanced up at him again, his face was emotionless and cold, looking at Sam and Dean who were standing sheepishly at the door.

"We need to talk before we go," Sam said quietly while Dean shut the door.