Teach Me Love

Here we are, yet again, stuck in a crumby motel room, waiting for news on the case we're working. Dean was out interviewing a family member of the victim. The vic had been found with two puncture wounds on the back of their neck. Likely vamps.

And while he did that, Sam caught up on sleep. He'd been tired a lot lately, but probably because of his recent injuries, so we let him be.

Sorry, sorry... let me brief you.

I'm Ellie Gatina. Hunter and friend of the Winchester's. If you know anything about the supernatural realm of life, you know of the Winchesters. Used to be hell and heaven's most wanted, now neither want them.

We joined forces on their last few cases, I usually preferred to work alone. No strings attached. Only myself to care for. But working with these guys was much better. Meet them by mistake at a bar once, not recognizing the faces, but when I had brought Dean back to my motel room and searched his wallet while he was asleep (What can I say? I don't trust people, needed to know the truth since he was obviously not a FBI agent as he had claimed) and I found his real ID. I nudged him awake, showing what I had found.

"You went through my stuff?" He jumped, alarmed and grabbing his clothes.

"You're Dean Winchester?" He turned his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"I'm a hunter too, Dean. Promise. Holy water, salt, iron and cut me if you need." I pulled my shirt up and showed the small tattoo on my hip bone, an anti-possession symbol.

He lightened up a bit, still gathering his clothes and getting dressed. "Had fun, see you later," he said as he headed for the door.

"Wait, I assume you're here for the wendigo?" And we eventually worked together on the case. We'd happen upon the same thing and help each other out. Never mentioning our drunken night again.

This time though, we got together when Garth had me come along to an avenging ghost case. We've been working together since. Us three and sometimes the angel.

Castiel had stayed behind at the bunker, eating and sleeping a lot, not knowing how to deal with being human. We found him after he was stripped of his grace and dropped into Colorado. He had managed to find another hunter who helped him find us again. He was dirty and damaged when I went to pick him up at the truck stop the other hunter left him at. I drove him to a nearby motel, fed him and cleaned his wounds.

He was distraught at the thought of being a human, yet wanted to know all the things he didn't.

The ride back to the bunker was a quiet one. Until he remembered something Dean had told him previously.

"Ellie," he started. "Do you want me?"

I looked over at him, confused. "What do you mean Cas?"

"Dean told me that all humans need to survive is food, sex and someone to want them. Is that true?"

I sighed. Teaching him things was going to be hard. Especially with so many varied opinions amongst us. But I was glad to do it. He needed to know.

"Sort of. Each human is different. I personally, all I want in life is to be happy. Dean wants Sam to be happy and to keep him safe. Others might want a family or money. Each human is fueled by something different. Greed, hunger, sin, love or lust. If you could have anything you want in the entire universe, what would it be? Could be an thing or an emotion."

He paused for a moment, taking in everything I had said. "To be an angel again."

"Other than that," I added.

"Food, drink, clothing. Essentials to living and... to figure this human thing out." He said simply.

"Good, good." I paused. "But those are things you need to have. Not things you desire or feel like you need."

"Like you feel like you need a family of your own?" He asked, innocently.

My eyes widened. I had never told anyone of my desire of a family. I wouldn't. The life I live is no way to raise a child or to have roots. It would only get everyone around me hurt. But my heart wanted a husband and child so badly. I couldn't help myself from wanting them, no matter how unrealistic.

"I've seen the way you look at mothers with their children. You are a human woman and humans do feel the urge to mate, whether they want to or not. Most people mate for pleasure rather than to produce offspring, as it is intended. Like Dean."

I blushed at the thought of talking to angel of the lord about sex. It was sort of awkward. But this is all things he needed to know.

"Yes, like that. Is there anything you want similar to that?" I wished to get off the subject of what I want as quickly as possible. There had to be something he wanted other than to be an angel again.

"I wish to experience love. I want to know what that feels like. I've watched a television movie where humans say it's the best thing they've experienced. I want to try that. How do I love someone?" His eyebrows creased as he thought of the answer, searching through everything he knew already to figure it out.

Makes sense, I thought. It was completely reasonable and normal to want love. Whether to be loved or love another. Everyone secretly wants it I suppose.

I then explained love to this angel. Told him that it's when you care for someone so deeply that you would do almost anything to protect them. You can share things with him, things you sometimes wouldn't tell other people. He sat silently and drank in every word I said. You could see his expressions as he digested all of it, retaining it for later use.

Once we had reached the bunker, he clambered out of the small car and walked inside, greeting Sam and Dean. He sat at the kitchen table, looking amongst us all yet ignoring the brothers asking how he was.

"Dean. I need to tell you something." He rose and came to stand directly in front of Dean. "I think... I think I'm in love with you."