"Cas isn't back yet, so you might as well get comfy," Sam told me once I set all my ingredients on the table. I heard the shower turn off to my left, guessing that Dean was inside. I shrugged my shoulders, yawning. "Great, I didn't get enough sleep anyway," I murmured, settling into bed beside Sam.

Like I've said before, every time we stay at a motel, we end up sharing. He was reading on his computer, so I just tucked under the sheets and closed my eyes. I tossed and turned for about five minutes before deciding this wasn't working. I'd only gotten about 2-3 hours of sleep lately and was going out of my freaking mind.

"Sam," I said, sitting up. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes, "yeah," he said gruffly. "I need you to knock me out," I told him, just as Dean came out from the shower. "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Dean said, holding his hands up, "Ain't nobody knocking anybody out,"

He was wearing only a pair of pants, revealing his toned body, and he gestured beside me to a navy t-shirt. I snatched up the soft cotton fabric, tossing it to him. "Listen, I won't be much help on the hunt if I'm falling off my ass asleep," I murmured, plopping back down. Dean sighed, a sigh like all the winds pouring out of his lungs. Haunched down like a dog, Dean rummaged through his bag. A small bottle was thrown my way, and I caught it midway. I looked up from the corner of my eyes as he shrugged. "That should help you sleep," He told me, pulling the shirt over his head.

I downed the slippery pills straight without water, coughing once the hard drugs hit my stomach. I once again laid down, sinking into the soft cushion. "Wake me when I need to hit something," I whispered, catching a glance of Sam smiling at me. The world began to darken, a surprisingly calming air.

Just as I slipped away, Sam's smile faded, being replaced with turned down lips and furrowed eyebrows in worry.

*****

"So you think you can just show up here? After everything?" My mother shouted from the other room. I was stiffly sat on our brown couch. My yellow dress looked odd on such a worn piece of furniture. The couch with strange black spots, torn and frayed edges. And there, a yellow dressed girl stiff not from fear, but from curiosity. My brother had been sulking in the single chair for the past five minutes. "I don't get it. How come I can't meet my dad..." Luke pouted. "At least we know they're angels. stop complaining," I told him, staring straight ahead. "Oh really. Your dad is Michael. Who's mine?" He said, looking up just as my mother walked into the room.

Her face was flushed, and she gestured to my brother. "Luke come with me, Michael would like a word with Mahogany," She instructed, dragging my brother away. Michael walked in, taking a seat in front of me. "Mahogany," he started, "How've yo-"

"Why don't I look like you?" I cut him off, watching his blue eyes. "How much did Julia...mommy... tell you about angels? About what you are?" he asked me, face completely stony. "A little bit," I murmured, fiddling my fingers. "So you know you're very strong?" He informed me. I shyly shrugged, suddenly wanting this meeting over. "Tiana's here," Luke came bursting into the room, giving me an excuse to jump up in excitement.

"You need to leave," my mother told him, before softening up. "do you want to say bye to-" she sighed. And when I turned around, Michael was gone.

*****
"Should we wake her?" A gruff voice floated through my ebony mind. "She asked me to-"

"No Sam, let the poor girl sleep," now I recognize as Dean said. "Cas, continue the spell,"

I extended my arm lazily, trying to attract attention. "I'm awake, I'm awake..." I murmured, blinking my eyes rapidly. Dean groaned, grabbing my hand. "Just go back to sleep," he told me, but I opened my eyes enough to see his green ones stare back at me.
"I'm fine," I grumbled, pushing up.

As soon as my bare feet his the scratchy carpet I plummeted. My face braced for impact but was instead met with the steady arms of Dean, holding me up. "Woah..." I murmured, as the room began to spin.

"Dean what the hell did you give her?" Cas asked worriedly, walking over. "Sleeping pills, I take them all the time, nothing serious," he defended, setting me onto the bed. "Are you sure?" Sam asked, as Dean glared at him. "Yes Sammy, I didn't poison her," he grumbled. Cas shot him a suspicious glance which made Dean roll his eyes.

"How many pills did you take?" Castiel asked me. I focused on him, squinting my brown eyes. "Bueno, yo no se. Como... Seis o siete," I said, not realizing I was speaking a different language. ((For those who don't speak Spanish, it translates to: well, I don't know, like...six or seven))

"Six or seven?" Sam huffed, understanding me. "That's enough to kill a person!" Dean exclaimed, examining the bottle. Cas nodded, "then let's be glad that she isn't person. Being a nephilim will keep her alive, but she'll be dizzy. Better keep her out of trouble," he said, suddenly picking me up.

"Heyhey, hey!" I slurred, wiggling. "I'm taking you to another room," he grumbled. "No I don't wan-"

"It's for the best Maggie," Sam assured me. I stopped fighting, letting the angel zap me into who knows where. I was drifting in and out of existence, like a blinking lightbulb.

Castiel set me down, tucking me in. "Bye, Maggie," he said, turning away. In a spur of the moment, I called out for him. "yes?" He replied, sitting beside me.

With a strange control, I reached forward grabbing his jacket and planting my lips onto his.

In my strange pill induced stupor, I decided to kiss castiel. Strangely enough, he kissed back. It was sweet, fiery and flowing all at once. But it didn't last long. I pulled away, putting my lips near his ear.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Cas," I whispered, kissing him again. With a small tap felt on my forehead, I dropped back, dead asleep.

*****

"It wasn't Cupid?" I asked, sipping my coffee. My headache was atrocious. Whatever happened to me last night put a number on me. "Nah, it was a witch," Dean said, clearing his throat. "Yeah, a witch controlling a spirit," Sam sighed, shrugging back in his diner chair. "Everything's getting weirder and weirder,"

"You're telling me," I murmured. "What about you Maggie? You remember anything from last night?" Dean asked, and my eyes darted towards Cas for a split second.

"No, not a thing. All I remember are the pills and zing!" I made an explosion with my hand, "all gone," I chirped. "Next time, don't take seven pills," Cas murmured, and as soon as I looked his way, he turned.

"You got it," I gave them a thumbs up. With a sip of my coffee, I swallowed my lie. I did remember something. Either dream or not, I'll never know.

But I remember a kiss.

A/N

Ugh so the second half of this chapter is trash. I HAVENT UPDATED IN LIKE TWO MONTHS SORRY ALOT HAS BEEN HAPPENJNF.

But here it is, hopefully I'll be better. Ignore the utter trash.

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