._.__.~Felicity~.__._.

I started teaching Castiel all of my favorite Christmas songs. Which meant there was a lot to choose from. The next day, we went for some of the classics.

"I don't understand, why would my true love give me so many items? Where would I put it all?"

I would laugh at questions like these. "It's just a song, Castiel." I would always say.

"And I also didn't realize there were so many days of Christmas. I thought there was only Christmas Eve and Christmas Day."

"Don't worry about it."

"I will just worry about the recipient of gifts such as these."

"Okay." I chuckled.

"I believe I have memorized all twelve of these days. First, it was a partridge in a pear tree. Next there were a pair of turtle doves. Then three French hens. Then four mockingbirds. Clearly whoever created this song has a fondness towards birds."

"Yes, clearly."

"Then there were five rings made of gold. After that, there were six geese. I believe they were laying."

"Correct."

"Seven swans. They were swimming in something."

"That's right." I smiled.

"Eight maids. They were... milking."

"Yep."

"Nine females. They were dancing."

"Bingo!"

"Ten lords. They were all leaping. I wonder why."

"Yahtzee!"

"Eleven pipers were piping."

"Indeed."

"And there were twelve drummers. They just happened to be drumming."

"Now put it all together!"

"Do I have to start with the first day?" He asked.

"No, you can skip it."

"Okay. On the thirteenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... a free pass so I wouldn't receive anymore gifts."

I laughed. "C'mon, Castiel! Where's your Christmas spirit?"

"Why are there Christmas ghosts?"

"Actually, in that old play, A Christmas Carol, there was the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present, and the Ghost of Christmas Future."

He sighed lightly. "How much Christmas am I going to learn?"

"A lot. No angel of mine is going to go without at least knowing the words to Deck The Halls."

"What is the time?"

I looked at my watch. "6:15. Should we go get something to eat?"

"You don't need to eat."

"That's not gonna keep me away from a burger or something."

He grinned, as did I. He gave me a peck on the lips. "Okay. Let's get something to eat then."

I screwed my mouth to the side. "Do you think you could... teach me to fly to places?"

He half smiled. "Of course. You just want to fly to dinner, don't you?"

"You read my mind."

We both chuckled. "Just concentrate on where you want to go. Just imagine it in your mind. Focus on it, and harness your power, and you'll be there."

I closed my eyes and imagined where I wanted to go. Of course, when I opened my eyes, we were in a diner.

"Whoa! Where are we?" I asked.

"I believe this is a restaurant known as Denny's."

"Oh, I love Denny's!" I smiled.

He looked over my shoulder and seemed a bit anxious. "Felicity. Your wings." He whispered.

I tucked them in close to my back. Castiel took off his trench coat and put it on me, concealing my wings.

"Thanks." I muttered.

A waitress approached our table. She gave us two menus. I flipped through it and decided what I wanted. Castiel on the other hand, was having a tough time.

"Just pick something!" I whispered.

"I am not entirely sure what I want. There is much to choose from."

"Just get what I'm gonna get! Sirloin steak with fries and mashed potatoes!"

"Why are you in such a rush?" He looked over at me.

"Well, I dunno! Maybe it's because I'm trying to hide a pair of three foot long wings in a trench coat!" I snapped.

He looked away bashfully. "Oh. Yes, of course."

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't wanna yell at you. This is just... stressful, that's all."

"I understand. It can be overwhelming. Living the life of a hunter. Especially when you have wings."

I sighed. "I'm gonna get a coke to drink. You?"

"I'll just... get what you're having."

"Good. Coke, sirloin steak, French fries, and mashed potatoes. Gravy?"

"I suppose."

"Great. I believe we are all set. Except for one thing."

"Which would be?"

"Cash." I half smirked.

He smiled as well. "Money is quite an unmanageable thing, isn't it?"

"You got that right. I just wish I could conjure a credit card in my hand just like that!" I snapped my fingers. And as odd as it was, there was suddenly a MasterCard in my hand.

"What did you just do?" Castiel whispered.

"I don't know. Can fledglings do that?" I looked at him.

"I don't know much about fledglings, but it would appear so."

"How much money do you think is on this thing?" I began to scrutinize the card closely.

"I'm not sure."

The waitress walked up to our table with a notepad and pen. "Do you know what you would like to order?" She asked, overly chipper.

I looked at her and a sudden wave of information swept over me. Married for five years; two cats; got pregnant at around sixteen or so, the one who impregnated her was probably who she married; abusive husband; natural blonde, against all odds; back to the cats, one was white and an over affectionate sweetheart, the grey one, however, made her work a lot harder for his attention; oh, dear, she's a dirty, dirty cheater, been having an affair with her boss for a year now, which was probably the reason why she's a waitress and not the dishwasher anymore.

It took me a few seconds to realize I'd just said that all aloud. And for some reason, I just couldn't stop.

"H-how did you-" The waitress was baffled.

"I know you've been married for five years due to the state of that ring on your finger. It seems to have gone through some wear and tear over the course of at least five years. I can tell you became pregnant as a teenager because of the stretch marks. You're gonna need a bigger size uniform, by the way. I can see how abusive your husband is because of the slight bruises on your clavicle. That's why you were cheating; you were afraid he wouldn't take it well and do you in even worse than usual. Now, the cats, I can see it clearly, the white fur all over your uniform, the grey fur on your legs, easy to piece together. Natural blonde, isn't it obvious? I can tell you've been cheating because of the ring again. If your marriage was functional, it would be cleaner. Instead it's covered in scratches and dirt. How do I know it's with your boss? Please. That was mostly intuition, but also a glean over your shoulder. I can see your boss watching you with that... look of pleasure. Admit it, you've been sleeping with him for a year so you could get that promotion. You thought it was the only way. I can tell you're not exactly waitress material."

I could also tell she was about to cry. I wasn't sure how I did that, but it felt kind of awesome. She choked back a sob.

"Okay! I admit it! I've been sleeping with Randy! But it was only so I could get the promotion before Gerald! He's nothing but a lazy fat cat, I deserve this job!"

I nodded quickly, rather nervously. "I-I believe that. You totally deserve this job, Stella. That... Gerald. Lazy fat cat."

She nodded in agreement. "The only reason he's still here is because he's Randy's brother! He took pity on him because he went through a bad divorce! I mean, that's what he calls it."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She paused briefly. "Gerald's wife, Linda, allegedly asked for a divorce. More like demanded one. The last time anyone heard from her, she and Gerald were at each other's throats. Another freaking fight, not to anyone's surprise. But no one's seen her since then. Everyone's been calling her cell, but they can't reach her."

"Do you think... Gerald murdered his wife?" I whispered.

She shrugged. "I don't know. That's just what I've heard on the grapevine."

"And where can we find this grapevine?" Castiel asked.

I mentally facepalmed. I looked back at him and signaled for him to shut up for a minute. I looked back at Stella. "Have you contacted the police?"

"No. They wouldn't believe me. I'm a... well, let's just say I'm known for crying wolf. I've drunk dialed the police about... four times."

"We believe you, Stella. Right?" I looked back at Castiel.

"Yes. And do you know where we can find this Gerald?"

"Wait a minute, what're you doing? We aren't investigating this."

"You're cops?" Stella asked. "Is that how you knew about Fluffy and Whiskers?"

"Pardon?" Castiel looked up at her.

"My cats. Fluffy is the white one and Whiskers is the grey one."

"Uh... Stella, we aren't exactly cops. We're... private detectives. I'm Detective... Shana Spencer. This is my esteemed colleague... Ghee Buttersnaps." I turned to him and mouthed a sorry.

"Can you help me figure out what happened to Linda? It would mean a lot to me. Linda's an old friend of mine. Bridge just wouldn't be the same without her."

"Bridge? You play Bridge?"

"Yeah, every Wednesday."

I hesitated, unsure what to do. "Um... Stella, we would love to help you out. We just need to make a call to our... supervisors."

We stepped outside to call the boys. After two rings, Dean answered his cell.

"Hello?"

"Dean," I chuckled nervously. "You'll never guess what me and Castiel have gotten ourselves into."

"I'd really rather not guess."

"We're kinda investigating a murder."

There was an audible pause. "You guys are doing what now?"

"Yeah, I know. Crazy, right?"

"From your room?"

"Actually, I kinda flew to Denny's because I was feeling peckish. Castiel and I have found a possible murder. The could-be vic's name was Linda Turner. The could-be murderer is her husband, Gerald."

"What do you mean, 'could-be'?"

"Well, we're not sure if she's dead. She's been out of touch with everyone lately. Last anyone heard from her, she and Gerald were fighting."

"Whoa, whoa, hold up. First of all, get me a burger while you're there."

"Already done. And got Moose his precious salad."

"Awesome. Second, even if this is a murder, that's not our thing. Unless he killed her with a hex bag, it doesn't sound worthwhile."

"I still think we should help. The waitress we got the information from, Stella, she seemed pretty freaked. I don't wanna leave this town knowing that there's a threat."

"But that's a 'people threat'. It's not our thing."

"You never know. Gerald could turn out to be a supernatural entity."

Dean sighed. "Fine. Where are you, anyway?"

"We're in Boulder, Colorado. I'll fly there real quick with dinner, then I'm coming back."

"Sounds good."

I hung up and turned to face Castiel. I smiled faintly and kissed his cheek.

"Ghee Buttersnaps?" He questioned.

"Sorry! I felt rushed!" I exclaimed.

He grinned. "We should go now. Go to the bunker and come right back, correct?"

I looped my arm with his. "Correct." I focused on the bunker, and just like that, we were there.

Sam and Dean were in the library. They looked up at us with slightly surprised looks.

"So you can fly." Sam observed.

"Last I checked," I held up the bag which contained the take out. "And we brought food. One bacon cheeseburger and one salad." I put the bag on the table.

"El, are you sure about this?" Dean asked. "This might not even be anything. For all we know, it's just some nutcase that killed his wife."

"Either way, it spells trouble. Besides, I need to get out of the... I'd say house, but it's not exactly house like."

They both chuckled at that. "Be careful," Sam grinned. "And try not to show off those wings."

"I'll try."

I took Castiel's hand and we flew back to Colorado to investigate the murder of Linda Turner.