Supernatural

Chapter Eleven-Good Morning

I wake up with a sliver of light gliding through the shutters and right into my face. I blink a couple times and then slowly sit up while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Good morning, Angela." My head whips over to face the noise, now completely awake. Once I see it's just Castiel I relax again.

"Don't scare me like that, Clar- Cas." I stumble over the words as last nights events come back to me. "Thanks for the save and putting me on the couch. I really appreciate it."

"Actually, it was Dean who picked you up and put you on the bed." Cas says and my eyes widen a bit. Green Eyes? I look around the motel room and see Sam sleeping on the other bed and then see Green Eyes sitting straight up on the couch, fast asleep. I look back to Cas who is sitting in a small chair by my bedside. He looks at Dean and then back to me. "Dean tried to stay awake as long as possible to see if you'd wake up, but eventually sleep overtook him. I stayed and watched over you for him." He says it so proudly, like he knew Dean would approve.

"That's sweet, Castiel thank you." I say while swinging my legs off the bed. I look at the bedside table and thankfully find some Advil and water there. I take it quickly and then just sit there with a hand on my temple, praying the Advil will work fast.

"You know you could just ask me out loud. I am an angel." Castiel slides forward in his seat until he's on the edge of it and reaches out a hand and touches the center of my forehead. Chills climb up my back and goose bumps pop up on my arms. I shiver and then Cas removes his hand with a confused look. My head continues to ache, even worse if possible, and I look back at Cas.

"What just happened?" I ask, bewildered. Very quietly Castiel answers,

"Nothing." I got the distinct feeling that that was bad. Suddenly a slight groaning comes from the other side of the room and Cas and I both look over to the brothers. Sam starts to stir a bit so I quickly look back to Cas.

"Castiel." He looks at me, his expression now cautious. "Please don't tell them. Let us talk it out first. Okay?"

"Angela I-"

"Castiel, please." I struggle to keep my voice down.

"Morning." I hear Sam say as he sits up in his bed.

"Hey Sam." I reply and shoot Cas one last pleading look then fully commit my attention to Sam. "Did you sleep well?" I ask out of habit. Sam, at this point, has stood up and is flattening his hair but after I ask his hands drop and he chuckles lightly looking at me. I look at him, confused and curious and ask, "What?" He laughs quietly again and says,

"Nothing, nothing. It's just uh, Dean's the only one who asks me that."

I get ready to answer but Cas suddenly stands up from the small chair and announces, "I have business to attend to." He then looks at me, "You all will be hearing from me at a later time." Then he disappears.

I roll my eyes and shrug at Sam before continuing, "Oh. Well, okay. Sorry." I say, confused.

"No, no it's okay. Just surprised me for a minute." He walks over to the mini fridge and grabs a water. Then he turns back to me and says, "I'm going to go on a run, I usually do in the morning. You okay being here with Dean for a while?"

I withhold a large sigh and look over to the older brother. I shake my head but tell Sam yes. "You go and run. I'll babysit." He smiles at me before heading to the bathroom with a bag, presumably to change.

I let the sigh out now and put a hand to my temple again. "One, two, three." I whisper to myself and then put my hand down and get up from the bed. I'm a bit wobbly so I grab onto the head board for balance.

I take a few deep breaths to steady myself and then step away from the head board. I wobble even more and so I stumble backwards and plop back onto the bed. I sigh again and massage my head. It hurts from being in a ponytail for so long. I pull out the cloth hair tie and run my hands through my hair, massaging it.

For a brief moment I imagine Sam doing this to his hair and it causes me to giggle lightly. Then Sam comes out of the bathroom in a T and athletic shorts. "Have a nice run, Usain." I say with my laugh still in my throat. He chuckles then walks out, water in hand.

I look over at Dean to see if he's noticed any of this. He's still slumped down on the couch, fast asleep. I smile a bit looking at him. He loses a lot of years when he sleeps. I see a throw blanket laid across the end of my bed and I reach for it. I ball it up in my hands and then stand up again. I'm slightly steadier now but not by much. I wobble over to Green Eyes and gently throw the blanket over him. I wait for a moment to see if he'll wake up, he doesn't. I smile and back up to sit on the end of my bed. My head is still throbbing with pain.

I put a hand to my head and massage it while looking around the room. My bed is a mess as well as Sam's. I decide to occupy myself. I quickly straighten up my bed and then go over to Sam's and do the same. Having something to do keeps my mind off my headache. Soon the ache is dull and I can walk and stand without trouble. I take the red lace shirt off, leaving just my tank top.

I glance at the clock. It's six forty-five. I wonder briefly when Sam will come back. My stomach growls and I quickly put a hand over it to mute the sound. Mm, food. I head over to the small fridge and look inside. Cold air meets my face, which is fitting because it's like a barren wasteland in this fridge. I shut it with a huff and then stand with my hand on my hips.

I bite my lip in thought and look around the room. My gaze lands on Dean still fast asleep on the couch, then wanders to the window. There's a store just across the street. I would be back in less than five minutes. I pat my pockets for my keys and find them in my front right pocket. I take them out and hold them in my palm, weighing risk versus benefit. My stomach growls again only slightly louder. "Oh screw it." My hand closes on my keys and I go to the door.

I hesitate slightly and look back at Green Eyes. He looks so nice and almost innocent while asleep. I sigh and go back beside the bed and scribble out a note on the hotel stationary. I rip out the page as quietly as I can and then place the note softly on his chest. After that I quickly tip toe over to the door and slip out.

I turn away from the motel and look around. The motel was on the edge of town so all that's to the right is road and forest. I take a deep breath of fresh air and smile. I head to my car and get ready to open the door, but then I hesitate. If Dean wakes up or Sam comes back and my car is gone they may freak. I stare at my car for a moment more before sighing and putting my keys back into my pocket and walking towards the store across the street. "These boys better freaking appreciate what I'm doing here." I then jog across the street and head into the little rinky-dink store.

*Dean's POV*

I wake up with my fists clenched and body tensed for a fight. But once I open my eyes and remember where I am, I exhale loudly and relax back on the couch. I rub my eyes and then observe the room. No Sam, but he usually goes for a run in the morning. I look over to the bed I put Angela on and find it empty. "Oh crap." I say and start to get up from my spot on the couch.

As I do so a piece of paper falls off my chest and a blanket falls to my lap. I don't remember putting a blanket on... I reach down and grab the note. Scrawled in handwriting that is clearly not Sam's is "Gone to get food. I'll be back soon. I promise." And promise is underlined twice. I put both my hands over my face and groan. "Oh, geez."

I put the note on the couch and pick up the blanket from my lap. Angela must have put this on me. I stare at the blanket and then at the note beside me. Despite her sudden disappearance the emotion that's strongest within me isn't anger, it's concern. I hesitate only another moment more before whispering, "Damn it." And jogging out the door, grabbing my jacket and gun on the way.

A/N
Interesting...why wasn't Cas able to heal Angela? Seemed to make it worse actually... Theories? ;) Please vote and Comment, I love you my lovelies!! :)