Fatal Attractions

I looked at Castiel in disbelief. I honestly didn't know what to think. An Angel? Did they really exist? I mean if demons and blood thirsty monsters could exist, why couldn't angels, right? But I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't. There was no way this man was telling me the truth.

Castiel watched as I let my thoughts play in my mind. He could sense I didn't believe him and he sighed. I looked at him skeptically as he sat on the bed.

"You don't believe me." He stated.

"Why should I?" I snapped.

"Do you have any reason to doubt the existence of angels?" He asked, looking me square in the eyes. "You obviously believe in miracles."

"Hardly. But when you work a job like this all your life, you need to have some sort of faith to keep it together." I muttered as I circled around him.

"And you have no faith in angels?" He sounded confused.

"No, I don't. I don't even have faith in God." I snarled.

"Why not?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but quickly shut it. there was no way in hell I was telling the stranger anything else about me. For all I knew he was a crazy person who knew how to pick window locks! I didn't have time to play games with him. Dean's life was still slipping away.

"What do you want?"I snapped. "Are you here to help Dean?"

"No." Castiel said.

I felt my stomach churn. "Then what the hell do you want with me?!"

"God needs your help."

"He what?" I asked, unable to believe my ears.

"God needs your help. Are you hard of hearing?" Castiel asked, raising an eyebrow.

I growled as I narrowed my eyes at him. "I heard you the first time, asshole. I just couldn't believe what you said."

"How is that hard to believe?"

"I'm always asking that bastard for help, but it's always a no go. Never once has He been there for me. But no, the minute God needs my help, He sends one of his bitches spiraling down. Screw that!" I snapped.

"Do you really think your insignificant little soul is that important for Him to come and help you?"

"Well, it obviously must be now, if He needs my help. So please, Castiel, enlighten me." I spat annoyed. "What can I do to help our holy majesty?"

Castiel got up and walked closer to me. I growled as I got into a defensive position. He pushed me up against the wall and looked deep into my eyes. I felt my breath hitch as I stared into his blue orbs. He was captivating me. I lost all sense of control.

"He needs you to cut ties with the Winchester's."

It took me a minute to process what Castiel had just said. God wanted me to leave the Winchester's? Was he serious? Is that why he wouldn't help Dean? Because he wanted me to stay away from them.

I growled as I roughly pushed Castiel off me. There was no way in hell I was going to listen to Him. No force on this earth could tear me from the Winchester's. They were my best friends.

Sam's ring tone started playing and I pushed past Castiel to look for my phone. I couldn't remember where I had thrown it. I growled as the song played again. Castiel appeared in front of the sofa, my phone in hand.

"Give me my phone!" I snapped, reaching for it.

"We weren't finished talking." Castiel stated.

"Yes, we are. Now give me my phone and leave!" I shouted.

Castiel sighed as he shook his head. He handed me my phone and looked me dead in my eyes.

"I'll be in touch." And with that he disappeared.

I growled as I flipped open my phone and quickly called Sam back. He answered on the first ring.

"Ells? Are you okay?" Sam asked, sounding panicked.

"I'm fine How's Dean?" I asked anxiously.

"He's fine. Actually better than fine. He's healed." Sam said, happily.

"He's healed? How did that happen?" I asked, relieved.

"A faith healer." Sam said.

"Faith healer? I thought they were all con artist."

"Well not this one. He healed Dean completely.""

"Hmm, that sounds odd, but whatever. As long as Dean's okay. So can you come get me? I want to see you guys." I asked, sighing.

Screw Castiel. Sam and Dean were mine and I'd rather burn in hell than be separated from them again.

"Um..sorry, Ells. Dean wants to dig around a bit. He doesn't think this is right. He wants to know if there's something else at work here." Sam mumbled quietly.

I groaned as I flopped back on the bed. That was just great. Now I was going to be stuck in the damn motel room for another couple of days. I hated always being stuck away from them and in a different motel no less. Dean thought I would be safer if the demons couldn't find me.

I sighed as I sat up. "I guess. I'll talk to you later then."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah." I mumbled as I hung up.

I seriously did not want to stay here alone any longer. I walked to the table and grabbed my duffel bag. I quickly stuffed my weapons in it and pulled my jacket on. I walked out the motel room and dropped my key off at the main desk.

If Sam wouldn't come get me, then I was just going to have to go find them. I already knew where they were staying. Sam always told me without Dean knowing in case something bad had happened. I rolled my eyes as I waved a taxi down. I didn't have time to steal a car.

I told the driver where to go and sat back. My thoughts consumed me. I thought about Castiel and God. Why did they want me to stay away from the Winchester's? I had been around them almost my whole life. So why now? What had changed?

I considered telling the boys about Castiel, but decided against it. Dean wouldn't believe me anyways.

"Here we are, Miss." The taxi driver said, as he pulled up in front of the motel.

"Thanks." I mumbled handing him the money and getting out.

I found their room number and knocked on the door. I waited awhile before I heard heavy footsteps approach the door. It opened and revealed a shocked Sam.

"Ells?" He asked.

"Who else, dumb butt?" I muttered as I pushed past him into the room.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be waiting at the motel for us." Sam said, his eyes flickering to the bathroom door.

I rolled my eyes. "I got sick of waiting. Besides, I want to see Dean."

And as if on cue, Dean walked right out the bathroom in nothing, but a towel. Again. I rolled my eyes as Dean's expression turned to shock as well. I ignored his questioning gaze and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. I was so glad he was okay.

Dean stood rigid in my arms. I groaned as i pulled back. I looked him in his eyes, holding back the urge to slap him. I was happy he was okay, but I was also pissed at his stupidity.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked.

"Checking on you. I wanted to see for myself that you were really okay."

"Okay, you saw. Now go back." Dean snapped.

"No. I'm staying here with you two."

"No you're not. It's too dangerous." Sam interjected.

I growled as I narrowed my eyes at them. "I don't care. Do you two even stop to think how I feel? It's obvious Dean can't take care of himself so I'm going to have to do it for him. I'm staying here."

"No. I can take care of myself fine." Dean snarled.

"Bullshit you can. Since I've come back you've been taken hostage by a bunch of pagan worshiping towns people who tried to offer you as a sacrificed and you've been electrocuted while fight a monster. Who know what other stupid things you'll do while I'm not around?!" I shouted.

'You're not going with us, Ells. I won't risk losing you again. That's why we came up with leaving you somewhere where you'll be safe." Dean muttered.

I sighed. "Fine, I won't go with you. But I'm staying in the same motel as y'all. That way in case something happens, I'll be close enough to find you guys." I snapped, stubbornly.

Sam and Dean shook their heads as they eventually caved and agreed with me.