"Cas, please come. I need help!" You yell being chased by an evil angel. Your best friend's, Sam and Dean, were away on a hunt. You had to sit this one out due to a arm and head injury. The two didn't want you hunting. "CASTIEL!"

"Please, don't shout. I heard you the first time. What do you need help with?" He asked almost sarcastically.

"Um, Cas. Turn around." You say. He turns around and sees the angel. He pulled a silver sword out of know where and started fighting.

After taking sorta a beating, Cas won in the end.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asks walking towards you. Your arm and head throbbed, but you nodded.

"I'm alright. Can you just transport me home?" You ask. Once again he rolled his eyes, probably thinking, 'why do humans have so many demands?' But he nodded.

At home, which was truly just a hotel room, you laid down to watch a movie. Eventually falling asleep.

You woke up to Cas' face, inches from yours.

"Sam, Dean, she's awake." He said looking closer at you. It was starting to make you uncomfortable.

"Cas, watcha doin'" you ask trying of back away.

"Studying your face and sleep pattern." He responded, almost like it was a normal thing for him to do.

"Why?" You ask sitting up and moving away.

"Never know when it will come in handy. I did the same with these two as well." Cas said pointing at Sam and Dean. Both of them gave him a 'seriously?' Look.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked.

"Fine, just sore." You answer shrugging. You got up and did all of your normal morning routines. The four of you were eating breakfast, except Cas, who just sat there watching.

"Why don't you ever eat? Your an angel, but you must eat eventually." You say taking a bite of cereal.

"I do, but in a different way." He responded. Suddenly, next door, there was an explosion.

The four of you ran over to the house and smelt a strong smell of sulfur. Demons. Why can't there be one day without something going wrong?