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!Swearing ahead!

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~(Reader's P.O.V.)~

I quickly walked down the street with bags of groceries in my hands, trying to get to the motel as quick as could. My name is (Name) and I am a hunter. I usually tag along with the two Winchester brothers on some hunts along with their new friend Castiel. I knew he was an angel and I didn't trust him one bit. It wasn't really his fault, I just have major trust issues with the supernatural ever since it killed my parents. I never told the two why I don't trust the supernatural since their parents were killed for the same way. I crossed street and entered the motel parking lot. I saw the Impala parked outside their room, while my (color) motorcycle was parked in front of mine. I kicked their door, Sam immediately opened the door and took a few bags of the snacks I purchased for ourselves. Dean closed Sam's laptop in a flash.

"Did you get my apple pie, (Name)?" Dean asked standing up from the table, trying not to look guilty.

"Yup, last one in the stores." I took the white box that had Deans pie in it and threw it on the table. The pie box slid across the wooden table and landed on the floor, making the pie splatter and crumble. Deans face was in pure agony seeing his favorite pie on the floor. "Uh........ oopsie."

"Is this some sick, cruel joke? Please tell me you have another pie in one of those bags." He asked. Sam was trying to restrain his laughter. Dean groaned and fell onto his bed. "Why? Why me?!" Right in between Sam and I, poofed in Castiel without warning. I immediately pull out my Desert Eagle and aimed it at his head, not shooting him though. Castiel just stared at me until I lowered my gun. Both brothers glanced at us, starting to feel the tension I was putting, flow within the shabby motel room.

"You still can't trust me yet?" Castiel asked in his deep voice.

"No, and I most likely will not ever trust you ever." I grumbled and headed towards the door. "Call me once you figure out what we are dealing with."

"Wait! (Name) we need-" Dean began to yell before I cut him off by slamming the door. I stomped my feet angrily and swung open my motel door open. I flung my self on the cheap bed and groaned.

"Why the hell do those boys want an angel on their side helping them? Don't they know how dangerous and stupid that is?" I mumbled into the bed sheets. I slowly rose up from the bed and sat in the chair across from it. I tilted my head downwards, making my (h/l) (h/c) fall in front of my face. I actually wanted to trust this angel. I did but.... my trust issues get the best of me. I glanced up at the wooden table, simular to the one in Sam and Deans room, and saw a bottle of Fireball Whiskey. "Fuck it." I grabbed the bottle and quickly took a swig. The cinnamon and alcohol taste caused me to shake my head. "Forgot this stuff is strong..oh well." Another swig of alcohol. And another. And another.....

~(Castiel's P.O.V.)~

The three of us watched as the (H/c) female human left the room. I was severely confused on why she refuses to trust me. I glanced at Sam and Dean, both not knowing what to do. I didn't snoop into (Name)'s past, I thought it was rude to. Maybe she has a grudge against me...

"Cas, can you go check up on her?" Sam asked while Dean laid on his back.

"She doesn't trust me. Why can't you or Dean over here do it?" I replied.

"Cas, we want her to trust you. Maybe... if you go to check up on her, maybe she will see you are trying to help." Same shrugged his shoulders and walked silently to the bathroom.

I went into deep thought about this. Maybe she could trust me.... Wait why do I even care if some human doesn't trust me.... I gripped my human body's chest, feel a slight flutter go through my chest. What is this..?

"Cas, what's the problem? Heartburn?" Dean asked sitting up.

"No just a slight...flutter to the heart... and some weird side effects. Dean, is this some human cancer?" I asked slightly confused on how I might of caught this so called cancer.

"What other symptoms do you have?"

"Well, I am starting to feel dizzy when I think of (Name) and my chest feels tight..." Dean began to laugh hysterically. "What? What's wrong?"

"Dude it's called love. I can't believe a 'Angel of the Lord' could fall in love, let alone with a human girl." Dean kept laughing at me and I sent him a deadly glare which shut him up quick. Me.... in love? "Sorry dude. Maybe you should just tell her and see how she takes it. (Name) may start to trust you." I was skeptical of Deans advice. I let out a quiet sigh and poofed into (Name)'s room, only to find her in her (color) shirt and (color) undergarments.

"Curry on my waywerd suuuunnnnn~" She began singing, obviously intoxicated. "Therrreee will be peeece whern *souja boy voice* YOUUU. *HIC*" I was utterly confused at her singing. She stopped and looked around a bit before turning to face me. "Are yeah here to kill me *hic* too?" What?

"Kill you... why?" I asked cautiously.

"Don ask *hic why. You kill me parents when I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOG~" She began to sing again. Wait... something killed her parents?

"I'm not the thing that killed your parents, it's me, Castiel."

"Cas, it's you? *hic* Oh lordy."

"Maybe you should lay down.."

"Only if ye carry me." I exhaled a large amount of air and complied. I approached the drunken woman carefully and picked her up bridal style. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt my cheeks heat up but I didn't care. I set her down gently on her bed. I tried to leave but (Name) quickly pulled me down on the bed on top of her. "Don't leave me Cas." She sounded sad.... and less drunk.

"I got to, when you sober up you will probably hate me and trust me less."

"Castiel, do not leave me..." She yawned. I pulled up to where I was hovering over her. (Name) looked tired now, she looked beautiful.

"Fine... I'll lay next to you then." I sighed. she quietly cheered and snuggled up next to me. I hesitated for a small amount of time before wrapping my arms around her body.

"Cas?"

"Yes, (Name)?"

"I.....I can trust you..." And with that, (Name) fell asleep.