"You were right, Cas." James turns his laptop around to face the angel. "New shooting in Johnston this morning, right along the path you predicted."

"This morning?" Castiel repeats. "Then it couldn't have gotten far. We need to get there, now."

"Good luck waking Emma up," James says with an amused laugh. "The girl gets up on her time or not at all."

"She doesn't have much of a choice," Castiel says. "We need to find this thing."

James gestures to her bed. "Then be my guest. When she punches you, just remember that it was your idea."

Castiel sits on the edge of Emma's bed and gently places a hand on her arm. "Emma." He shakes her gently. "Time to wake up."

Nothing.

"Emma," he repeats, his voice just as gentle but shaking her just a little bit more.

Immediately, Emma kicks her leg up, snacking Castiel right in the face. He backs away immediately, more alarmed than hurt. Emma pulls her leg back into her body, cradling it like a baby.

"What the fuck, Cas!" Emma practically yells. "Are you made out of fucking metal?"

James bursts out laughing, and Castiel can't help but chuckle. He'd nearly forgotten that this is how humans usually react to hitting him. He should probably start warning people about that.

"Are you okay?" Castiel asks.

"I'm pretty sure I broke my foot, but otherwise, I'm just peachy," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"For now on, Cas is doing all the wakeup calls," James says, and, despite his best efforts, he's still laughing.

"Fuck you both," Emma groans. With a huff, she buries her face in her pillow, which just makes James laugh more.

"Um, Emma?" Castiel says hesitantly. "I know that was not the ideal alarm clock, but you do have to wake up."

"No, I don't," she says.

"We found the shifter," Castiel says.

Emma doesn't respond at first. After a long pause, she picks her pillow up and throws it across the room — landing right next to James, though that's probably a coincidence. She sits up with a dramatic sigh and looks between Emma and James expectantly.

"There was a new shooting in Johnston this morning," James says. "We're assuming the shifter hasn't gone far."

"So you wanna get there ASAP," she finishes for them. "Fine, but I am in desperate need of a cold shower and a hot coffee if you're expecting me to wake up any time soon."

"Then take your damn shower and I'll make some coffee," James says. "And hopefully I won't drink it all by the time you come back."

"If you value your life, you'll leave me at least two cups," she says before marching off to the bathroom.

James just laughs. "Tired Emma is my favorite Emma."

"I think I understand why you try not to wake her up in the mornings," Castiel says. Without thinking it through, he adds, "It could be worse, I suppose. Dean sleeps with a gun under his pillow."

Emma, who had just happened to step out of the bathroom as he was saying that, says a simple, "Fuck Dean Winchester" before returning to actually take her shower, this time with her duffel bag so she has clothes to change into.

"I was wondering if she'd realize she forgot that before, during, or after she took her shower," James remarks, and it's not until he finishes that comment that he truly registers what Castiel said. "Wait, hold up. He slept with a gun under his pillow?"

Castiel nods. "And was very quick to pull it out if someone other than his alarm woke him up."

"Not a loaded gun, right?" James asks.

"No, I would assume it was loaded," Castiel says.

"How did he not accidentally blow his brains out in the middle of the night?" James asks. "That just sounds so unsafe. Did he even think it through?"

"He never thinks anything through," Castiel says, a little more bitterly than he had meant it to be.

"Wow, Cas, throwing shade, are we?" James says, amused.

Castiel cocks his head to the side. "How does one throw shade? It's not a tangible object."

James shakes his head, amused. "Never mind."

Obviously, that doesn't answer any of his questions, but it does give him the impression that this is a slang phrase of some type. He probably should have guessed that. But he's never been the best at human interaction.