"Are you sure you want another one?" Sierra asked, placing another can of White Claw in front of me, as I forced my blurred eyes to study the lable. 

"Why the hell not?" I shrugged, pulling the tab, only for Dean to snatch it out of my hand, taking a napkin from the middle of the table and ran the fabric around the lip of the can before passing it back. "Thank you." I frowned, as he kissed my forehead and rewrapped his arm around me as we both leaned back into the booth.

"I've just never seen you like this." Sierra frowned, taking the cushion next to me. 

"i guess it makes sense though," I almost slurred, almost spilling my White Claw. "That bitch -"

"- Hey -" squealed Sierra as ignorned her.

"- has treated me like shit since I hit proberty. Obviously I remind her of my Biological Father...so...and that also explains Dad - Bill." I rolled my eyes to myself as Sam shook his head at my demeanor as he tipped a beer to his lips. 

"Uh, Dean," Sam's voice interrupted my internal dialogue as we all looked at Sam. "Why is this guy staring you down?"

"Probably because I'm drunk." I slurred, as Sierra wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer to her and allowing me to lay my head on her shoulder. 

"Shhh." Sierra cooed as Dean leaned up against the table to address Sam.

"Who?" He asked, scanning the room.

"There, at the end of the Bar, near the bathrooms." Sam stated, not looking around the room - or at least not allowing it to be obvious. 

I watched, almost falling asleep on my sister's shoulder, as Dean obviously scanned the room and then tapped Sam to allow him out of the booth.

"No, you're not going over there alone and I'm not able to get up." Sam giggled, as Dean glared over in my direction as Sierra nodded and gently led me out of the booth, to allow Dean out, and then gently laid my body down along the seat portion of the booth as she joined Dean to check out the guy Sam pointed out.

"Psst." I jumped, looking up in Sam's direction, only to find he had laid down the same way I was, and we were now scalp to scalp. "Oh," I giggled, jumping at his sudden appearence.

"Jesus Christ." He chuckled, causing both of us to erupt in a fit of giggles. "I didn't mean to scare you." He managed to breathlessly say as we both started laughing at absolutely nothing. 

I took a deep breath and beamed up into the rafters of the bar, noticing Sam was doing the same thing. Silence fell over us as we just began nodding along to the music that echoed off the walls:

"Apocalypse" by Cigarettes After Sex.

"God I need some Pot." I growled, sighing out loud. 

"I'm so sorry for all that back there, Dani." came Sam's voice from "above" me, next to me. 

"My life is a constant ring of unexpected shit man." I groaned, flipping in the seat to lay on my stomach to face Sam better, who just looked up at me, still lying on his back. "I'll be aliright -"

"- will you -" He started, but I didn't allow him to finish.

"- Yes, really. Let me cry about it, get drunk about it for a few nights and then I'll bounce back." I giggled, starting to play with Sam's hair. "Your hair is gorgeous, what Shampoo to do you use?"

"You really want to talk about Shampoo?" Sam giggled, smiling up at me, but holding my gaze.

"Oh Fuck." I said out loud, recognizing the gleam in his eyes, and the heat the alcohol was forcing into my chest. "Uh, Sam..."

Sam's face fell serious as he leaned up, closer to my face, but I leaned up all the way - striaghtening up quickly.

"I think that's Boris." I shot, inerrupting whatever the hell that was. 

"Boris?" Sam echoed, sitting up now too, avoiding my eye. 

"Yeah, the Pack Leader. Wonder what he wants." I shoved the attention away from from what just - almost - happened. A silence fell over myself and Sam, as I took my hair down and pulled it back up into a tight bun on the top of my head and exhaled loudly.

Awkward. 

As I scanned every surface in that bar but Sam's face, which he was also doing, I caught the sight of Dean looking around the bar and being led to a corner in the back of the bar by a rather hot woman. 

The drunken flog seemed to lighten as I realized Sierra was flirting with Boris at the bar. 

"What the fuck?" I gasped, catching Sam's attention.

"What?" He asked as I nodded, and Sam followed my gaze and sighed heavily. He looked over at my face and frowned. 

I rose from the booth, only for Sam to catch my sleeve.

"Don't." He sighed, setting down the beer. "Stay here." He almost ordered, makign me sit back down and making his way over there himself. 

I watched as Sam seemed to catch Dean off guard as he led him back over to the booth, but didn't take a seat. He nodded at Dean and picked up his own beer and disappeared back over to the bar, but not before making eye contact with me. 

"What was that?" I asked, glaring across the table.

"That was one of the wolves that was supposed to be there that night we...you know..." Dean elaborated, adjusting his jeans, which caused my eyes to cut down to his jeans and then back up at his face. "...wait, you don't think -?"

"- Listen Dean, I don't think anything." I shot, picking up my White Claw and sipping on it, enjoying the Raseberry flavor. "I do, however, need to know where we're at."

"Where we're at?" He asked, looking around the bar.

"Not physically..." I giggled, smiling at his joke. "...god you're luck you have a beautiful body."

Dean bit his lower lip and winked at me. 

"What did she want?" I closed my eyes attempting to clear my fog, gesturing to the woman in the corner. 

"She was giving me this." He stated, passing me a folded piece of paper. I just looked at it, without unfolding it, and sat in front of me. "You don't want to -?"

"- Dean," I sighed, interrupting him. "I'll read it when I'm more sober." I stated, and tangling my fingers within the other batch of mine. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay," He nodded, being handed a beer. "Uh, I didn't order this."

"Curtosy of the women over there." nodded the BarMaid, as all three of us looked over at the opposite end of the bar, not even the same corner I was about to address, and there was a group of girls waving at Dean. 

Dean nodded, and then I watched as his eyes scanned the Barmaid's almost bare chest before pretending to scratch his head and looking at her ass as she walked away.

Something snapped, and I rose from the table. By the time Dean turned around, i was gone.

*

I slammed myself into my car, glaring up at the bar/hotel combo. 

There was alot of those.

Guilt started coming over me, flashes of Sam's attempt came to mind.

Pitty came over me as well as Glinda's words echoed in my head:

"Awful lot of effort to save someone that isn't even your blood."

I felt tears swelling up into my eyes as I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel as a flash of Dean being led away from me by that woman came to my mind too.

I frowned down at my lap, keeping my forehead against the steering wheel. After a few moments of chest pain filled moments of hard crying, I rose my head to see no one had even came after me, so I reached over and locked the passenger door, then the driver door. Cracking both windows, just a sliver.

I climbed into the backseat, pulling out another jacket from my bag and curled up in a ball, only to cry myself to sleep.

*

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"Fuck!" I yelped, jolting upright and immedately drawing my Glock to no one around my car. The sound came from the window - right?

I frowned and pulled back the hammer to disarm it as I jumped againt at a sudden voice.

"You shouldn't sleep in your car," My eyes went wide as they landed on a man sitting in my front seat. "you could catch your death out here."

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, pulling my hammer back again and pointing my glock at hm. "Why are you in my car - how did you get in my car? What does my health matter to you?"

"Well, it matters a great deal." he stated, turning to face me. "Considering I'm supposed to take care of you."

"And you are...?" I rose an eyebrow, slowly lowering my glock.

"Rapheal." He held out his hand for me to shake. "Charmed, Danielle."

"Rapheal, as in..." I started to verbally put it together as I slowly took his hand adn we shook even slower. 

"...an archangel, patron saint associated with healing, protection and restoration." He smiled, as I slowly climbed into the driver's seat, to get a better look at him. "I know, you could have used me a week ago with that business with Bill - Your Dad - are we still calling him Dad?"

"There ain't no way you're Rapheal." I simply stated, looking at his figure.

Normal appearence.

"I'm the real deal...ask me anything, I'll prove it." He smiled, adjusting his trench coat.

"Oh - Okay." I sighed, smacking my lips as I thought. "What do I have that the Wolves want?"

"Moon Rock, come on - something harder." He smiled, gesturing with his hands. 

"...even better question then," I sighed, adjusting myself correctly in the seat. "how the fuck did you get in my car?" I asked, noticing that neither door was unlocked and neither windo was broken.

"We can do that." Rapheal mentioned, as he pulled on the lock to the passenger door, and pushed the door open only to rise to his feet. "Now, come."

"Come?" I echoed, struggling to unlock my door, only for it to pop unlocked by itself. I looked down at the tiny knob and then up at Rapheal who was waiting patiently in front of my car. "What?" I whispered, pushignt he door open and following Rapheal to the hotel portion of the hotel.

I slide my Glock back into my jeans as I followed, hesitantly. I watched as he led me right to the hotel door that Sam, Dean, Sierra and myself had for a few nights. I hesitated as he gestured to the door.

"Um," I wrinkled my eyebrow as I used my keycard and unlocked the door and pushed it open, only for someone to jerk up, covering themselves on the bed. "Oh fuck - sorry."

"Dani?" gasped a familiar voice, and as I flipped the light on, Sam's face was illuminated. "Whose these guys?"

"These guys?" I echoed, turning to correct him, but there stood two more figures next to Rapheal now. "What the fuck?"

"I'm out of here...you should have told me you had a girlfriend - asshole!" shouted a feminine voice as someone rolled out of bed, grabbing sweatpants and a jacket before bolting past me and the three figures at the door. I noticed in that moment that not only was Sam getting lucky, and I interrupted, but that was the woman Dean was talking to in the bar earlier.

"Uh, I guess come in..." I hesitated as Sam pulled on his sweatpants and dropped on the edge of the double bed that was now unmade. "...whose -?"

"- this is Azreal." Introduced Rapheal as he moved out of the way for a pale figure to enter the room. "Angel of Death."

"Angel?" echoed Sam, standing up as the third figure stepped into the light. "Cas?!"

"Hello Sam." greeted the third unfamiliar figure as he bolted past me and embraced Sam. "Long time no see."

"Why are you with -?" started Sam, noticing where my eyes were glued to. "- Wait a second." He giggled grabbing the closest shirt and throwing it over his muscular chest. 

"They've come to talk to the Rhett sisters, I tagged along to rejoin you and Dean - where is he anyway?" Castiel asked, looking around the room. "He's here, right?"

"Ye-yeah." Nodded Sam hesitantly, as his eyes shot over to me, then back to Castiel. "Just occupied."

"As always," nudged Castiel, as Sam shook his head and nodded towards me, earning me some sympathetic expressions from the pair.

"We're here to talk to you and your sister...where is she?" asked Azreal, looking around the room, then dropping onto the edge of the made double bed. 

"Also occupied." Sam pressed his lips together and then looked over at me. "Where were you?"

"Obviously on a realm of unimportance." I gritted through my teeth, dropping into the chair closest to the windows. "You can talk to me I guess, since everyone else is getting laid but me."

Rapheal frowned at me as he took the seat across from me, Azreal snorted and Castiel frowned down and looked at Sam for context.