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"It's not that kind of trouble," she could hear Castiel say calmly, "she'll be awake shortly."
"You said she'll be different," Sam said calmly but she could hear the nerves eating away at his voice, "what do you mean?"
"I have no idea." Castiel replied as I sat up and through the pain that racked my body, I smiled.

Willow grinned as calmly as she could at their shocked expressions as a wave of hunger racked through her body, but she found it easy to ignore, the days where she refused to sleep she'd used hunger as a tool to keep her awake.
"How will I be different?" she asked playfully, snorting at their expressions, "I'm alright, still dull old me. Surprisingly what I really want to do is work." She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and glanced down at her dusty and muddy clothes. "Actually," she amended, "what I want is a bath."
She walked over to the middle of the room and stopped still, like a deer caught in the headlights when she noticed Dean standing in the doorway. Dean raised his eyebrows at her as they stared each other out, it almost seemed as if they were trying to convey a message when he bowed his head and with a sigh, raised his head again and nodded at Sam, "Okay then, we'll look for a case, be ready to leave in about three."
And with that Dean and Sam walked out, Dean smiling warmly at her as he walked past, and Sam who casually messed her hair up, and dodged out of the way of her half hearted slap with ease.
Once they had left the room, Willow strode over to the peeling white wooden door and shut it, resting her head on the cold wood.
"I thought you didn't want to lie to them?" Castiel asked quietly as Willow walked over and sat on the bed and tapped the blue covers next to her, not talking until Castiel sat beside her, putting his arms around her as he did so.
"I don't," she said quietly, "but they're stressing out with me supposedly being Satans baby mum and then with this," she shrugged helplessly, "I want to do some more research with you and Balthazar, just for another month. Two tops, before I tell them. I just," she sighed under her breath, "none of them sighed up for putting their lives on the line for me, which means if something happens to them. It's on me."
Castiel didn't say anything, instead he pulled her into a tight hug, planting a kiss on her forehead, before Willow untangled herself from his grasp and with an impish grin she held her hand out to him, "have a bath with me," before he took her hand and allowed himself to be led into Bobby Singers drearily lit bathroom, to have one of the best nights of his long life.

"Can I drive?" Willow chirped as the three Winchesters strode out of Bobby's house, Willow had already put her rather large backpack with everything she needed in the back seat of the Impala so she only had her long and tatty army print messenger bag slung over her shoulder, which coupled with skin tight black skinny jeans and an equally as tight Nirvana top, Castiel wasn't sure if he'd ever seen anything better.

"Sure," Dean snorted.
"Really?" Willow asked as she walked towards Castiel who was leaning on the back door of the car, the sunlight which had just rose hitting him perfectly, he looked almost as if he was shining as she walked towards him.
"No," Dean laughed, and started muttering about if she thought he was crazy as both Dean and Sam climbed into the car, the doors of the Impala destroying the morning peace as the boys slammed them shut. Once she reached Castiel, he took her hand and just looked into her eyes, they seemed so full of worry that she almost said she wasn't going to hunt, but she remembered quickly how useless she felt at Balthazar's, as the two fallen angels deciphered books in languages she'd never even heard of for her and she just sat there. Useless and just in the way.
"I have to go," she said softly, looking at the ground. Castiel tilted her chin up and kissed her lips so softly that for a second she'd thought it was just the breeze.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing her forehead, "I'll see you soon, stay safe."
"Forever," she kissed his lips softly again, "and," she said as she pulled away, flinging the car door open, a cheeky grin on her face, "I always do Castiel."

"Well we need to drop off at the motel, we need someone here," he glared at Willow in the rear view mirror as she blew a mouthful of smoke in his direction as she flicked the cigarette out the window, "to get all FBI."
"It takes time and effort, and yet it always gets the job done," she plastered on a fake smile, and tried to ignore the gnawing pain inside of her. It was a concoction of guilt for not telling the Winchesters, her brothers, everything she knew about what was going on in her life. Not they she felt the urge to tell them every detail, but this was so important. There was also sadness that she knew she was going to lose to Lucifer, she'd known it all along because he knew her weakness, which had now expanded. By no means would she let Lucifer get his grace back, and she'd never have his child, but he knew that what he would do was go after the people she loved, and this wouldn't change her mind because she knew that she couldn't let him have anything he wanted from her, she knew how insignificant they were to the world and yet she couldn't live without them, and now there was Castiel and Balthazar who she felt she had to protect and all this swirled around her head.
Willow sat in brooding silence, finding it easy to block out Sam and Deans childish argument about who is the best with the ladies until they reached the motel, and with grim determination she locked all of her brooding thoughts, into a tight lead box inside her head and walked straight through to the dirty motel bathroom to begin making herself look more like an FBI agent.

Almost an hour later and Willow walked out the bathroom with her head held high, her hair was in a tight poker straight ponytail and her cheeks had a slight hint of blush, highlighting her high cheekbones, but it was her clothes which made her look totally different. She had on a dark purple shirt and a tight quarter length blazer on over the top with tight black trousers and heeled shoes she put on a pair of small framed glasses for good measure and laughed alongside Sam and Dean when she walked out of the bathroom.
"I almost forgot how different you looked," Sam grinned, turning around to face the back seat of the Impala as they drove to the latest crime scene.
"I look damn well ridiculous," she moaned, but grinned none the less, smoothing her shirt down as she walked out of the car. She stood in between Sam and Dean as they walked up to the tape and looked at the police officer, Willow casually flashed her badge and from the look of acknowledgement on his face she knew Sam and Dean had done the same, "I'm agent Momsen, and this is agent Smith and Wilkes. There was a murder here last night?" she questioned him as they ducked under the tape as they walked and spoke.
"Yeah," the detective sighed, Willow had to refrain herself from rolling her eyes as she saw him glance her up and down, she ignored him introducing himself as she looked around the murder scene, "this one differs slightly from the others though."
"How so?" Sam asked.
"There was a survivor," he said, "she's been through a lot but it's the breakthrough we needed."
"We weren't told about any survivor," Willow snapped raising herself up as she glared through the glasses at him.
"That's probably because right now it's irrelevant, she much think it's unimportant to tell us the truth, regardless it's useless to talk to her anyway," he said dismissively, "she's convinced that the things attacking her weren't human and that they were made of smoke, going into people and making them do it." The detective rolled his eyes and turned his back from the Winchesters which subsequently means he missed the death glares that he was subconsciously getting from all three of the Winchesters.
Willow glanced down at the body and started taking notes in her head; the male in his late twenties looked to have died, Willow noticed with disgust, from drinking so much bleach that he'd seemly thrown up his insides.

"Thank you for your help," Willow smiled as they walked away and as soon as the detective was out of earshot she began to grumble, "I swear to god if that man touched my ass one more time, I'll snap his arm off and ram it up his."
She was brought out of her increasingly bad mood by Dean who began to laugh at that, chucking his head back and laughing, while Sam – who hadn't heard what Willow said – looked at him with a mixture of being bemused and confused. Dean walked forwards and high fived her, still chuckling as he pulled himself into the Impala.