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Well if you didn't like this story then you missed the chance to tell me to pack it in and stop so here we go. Thankyou for those who did review though!
I'm skipping a tiny bit but I wanted to hurry the plot along

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Willow pulled herself from the warm covers of their dingy motel and cursed under her breath as she searched for her ringing phone in her bag. Finally she felt the familiar shape of her mobile in her hand and with her eyes still shut she fell into bed pulling the small black device to her ear as she did so.
"Is Sam there?" she could hear Ruby's annoyingly familiar voice and she growled, angry that for a brief second that she'd hoped it was Castiel.
"Am I your messenger girl bitch – phone him yourself," Willow said, propping herself up on her elbow, rubbing her eyes and smearing the vague reminder of last night's makeup all over her pale skin.
"I would," she said slowly, impatience seeping through her voice, "but his phones off. I have a job for you guys."
"We aren't your bitches Ruby."
"This one involves dead hunters, so start packing I'm making my way to you," and before Willow could snap back at her and tell her where to shove her company the other line went blank and with what seemed like an almost deafening beep her phone went back to normal, she squinted through the almost blinding light as she looked at the time and resisted the temptation of finding Ruby and stabbing her.
"Sam, Dean," she said loudly, pouncing out of bed and within two seconds she'd flicked all the lights on in their motel room and was boiling the kettle. While she made the tea she glared at Sam over her shoulder as he groggily walked into the kitchen, glaring at the light.
"You," she said pointing Sam with a mixture of anger and amusement, "need to sort out that bitch of yours. It is five thirty in the damn morning and Ruby's decided we have a job." Before Sam could reply and just Dean slipped into the kitchen, Willows tea was ready and she slipped past them into the bathroom. Running a deep bath while she kept running hands through her hair and stretching her back, hearing satisfying cracks before she decided to call Castiel.
She was surprised, as soon as her quiet prayer to Castiel escaped her lips he appeared opposite her, the steamy bathroom already making his hair fall damp, a few loose strands falling in front of his eyes.
"Fancy seeing you here," she grinned, sitting in the edge of the bath.
Castiel didn't reply he just smiled softly at her, tucking a rose he'd picked up on the way to her behind her ear, the harsh red standing out on both her pale white skin and inky black hair.
"Ruby's got us a job," Willow said as pleasantly as she could, standing up and kissing his lips softly, he electricity flicking through her body as soon as his hand slipped up her baggy bed shirt. "Stop," her voice barely more than a whisper, her breathing ragged as she playfully pushed him away and she could have sworn that she saw a cheeky grin across his face before he pulled his puppy dog eyes on her.
"What's wrong?" he asked his voice husky.
"Nothing, Dean and Sam are next door though," she nodded, "and I have to be ready in half hour. I don't want that demon bitch seeing me look crappy."
"You never look crappy," he said pleasantly, planting a kiss on her forehead, "I'll wait with Sam and Dean, I also want to hear what Ruby wants," and within a breath he'd disappeared.

"Ruby," Willow smiled half our later as she opened the motel door, a fake and unbelievable smile on her lips as she blocked Ruby's way into their room.
"Can you move?" she said bluntly, rolling her eyes.
"Yes I could," Willow said calmly, not bothering to move an inch, glaring at Ruby with all the anger she could summon.
"Will," Sam called out behind her, letting out an exasperated sigh before Willow slowly took a step to the side letting Ruby come in before slamming the door behind her. Willow stalked over to stand by Castiel and Dean who were standing on the other side of the table to Ruby and Sam.
"I don't understand why we need that demonic aberrations help," Castiel said with a hint of disgust to his voice as he moved slightly closer to Willow, he didn't like her being so close to Ruby, or any demon for that matter.
"I'm here to help," Ruby said bluntly as she began pulling maps and news paper articles out of her bag and laying them on the table.
"We don't need your help bitch," Dean said, taking a swig of the sugary green cup of coffee.

"Apparently you do," she said, not daring to meet anyone's eyes but Sams so she spoke with her head ducked low as she continued, pointing to the blue pin points on the map, "ten hunters all in all have gone missing around this area. Apparently they got a big low down on this town and all of these hunters trying to go in have vanished, without a trace. But the only similarity is that none of them reached the town, they vanished in the woods surrounding the town which is where they tried to get in."
"And you expect us to trust that this isn't a trap?" Willow snorted delicately, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she surveyed the newspaper clippings and sighed, glaring at Ruby. "We'll assume it's not so you don't have to open your mouth again. Castiel you'll have to zap me to Bobby's if you can. Well you'll probably want in actually," she sighed before spilling her plan to everyone in the room, "these people died sneaking in through the woods, so simple. Let's not sneak in. Let's integrate ourselves. I'll go to school and I'll find you three some jobs," she smiled sickly at Ruby, "I hope you have something better to do."
"You think that'll work?" Dean asked seriously crossing his arms as he pulled himself to his feet and began to pace the kitchen.
"It's worth a shot," she replied, "at the very least. Anyway I sure as hell am not sneaking in. The survival rate on that isn't really fabulous."
Silence ensued before Castiel looked at Willow and held his hand out, "shall we begin your work now? And your right, I will want to come with you. For this."
Willow nodded and smiled softly at him, stubbing her cigarette out in the almost full glass ashtray before taking his hand as the familiar squeezing feeling started, before she was standing in Bobby's living room.

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(sorry this one was short)