My Kind of Angel(Destiel)

Rowena

 The large Victorian style house towered over the three angels and the two hunters. It looked inviting despite the fact that it belonged to a witch. The dark grey shutters stood out against the stark white paint. The front yard manicured to perfection with flowers and herbs of every kind.

"Are you one hundred percent sure about this Castiel?" Dean asked in a low tone as they neared the front porch, careful not to shorten the angel's name on accident.

"I know that you don't know me, but I'm asking you to trust me on this, Dean," Castiel turned to look at the hunter with pleading blue eyes.

They reminded him of Cas. His Cas. The Cas standing just behind him.

Dean didn't respond for fear of his voice cracking. Cas was his weakness and Castiel wasn't far behind. He knew this wasn't his angel, but he was similar. Too similar.

Just as then the front door opened to a large balding man in a suit.

"She's waiting," he spoke gruffly.

"Thank you," Castiel stepped forward but Dean reached out, grabbing the angel's arm and pulling him back.

Dean stepped forward, putting himself first.

Cas tried not to let the sight bother him. He tried to tell himself Dean would have done that no matter who had stepped forward first, but deep down he knew it was because it was Castiel. Dean was protective of those he cared about and there was no denying that Dean cared about Castiel.

The group was led through the front door and into a large living area where a thin red headed woman in a long red dress was sipping from a tiny tea cup.

"Well hello boys," She set her cup down and stood. "Welcome to my home. I'm-"

"Rowena, we know," Dean cut in with a sharp tone.

"You must be one of the hunters trying to get home," Rowena scanned him with her eyes before doing the same with Sam. Her gaze then flitted to Gabriel before landing on the two Castiel's. "Oh, now this is interesting."

Dean narrowed his eyes at her.

"One of you doesn't belong here," She wiggled a perfectly painted nail between the identical angels.

"Yes, I contacted you about your help getting them back," Castiel stepped forward.

"Ah, you're the one who owe's me grace. However, you didn't tell me you had an archangel in your midsts."

"He's more valuable to you," Castiel straightened his shoulders. He hadn't mentioned Gabriel to her.

"I believe my price just went up," She smirked.

"Damn witches, what I tell you?" Dean whirled around to face Castiel, his eyes fierce and accusing.

"A vial of each of our grace. What else?" Gabriel asked, stepping forward, ignoring Dean.

"A feather, from him," Rowena pointed at Cas.

"Like hell," Dean growled, stepping between Cas and the red headed witch. No way was he letting his Cas give this witch anything.

"Those are my terms," She held her hands up, palms towards the ceiling.

"I'll give you that," Gabriel agreed easily.

"Yours will not do, I'm afraid," Rowena gave a false pout. "It must be an angel from another world."

Dean's lips pulled into a sneer. "Why?"

"It's a rare ingredient," She grinned, turning her eyes to Dean. "Don't worry, it's completely harmless. After they're retrieved of course."

Dean's eyes narrowed.