"No, no, no, no, angel."

Dean grabs you, his hands wrapping around your waist to gently pull you away. He sighs as he sees your confused and dejected expression. Damn angels.

"Darlin', that's a fire alarm. You pull on it if there's a fire. Did you see a fire anywhere?"

Dean asks, tilting your chin up as you shake your head. If you weren't so cute, he'd have stuck you back with Castiel. You were one of Cas's friends who had recently fallen from heaven because of questioning the order or something like that. Dean didn't care what you'd done; he was all too happy to have you around. You were pretty, and smart and so goddamn adorable when you had no idea what was going on which was a lot.

"So there was no fire, so we don't pull the alarm."

Dean says sternly but softly, making sure you understand.

"But it was…but it says pull."

You pout. Dean groans softly. Why'd you havta look like that when he was trying to be serious.

"It does, doesn't it? But it means to pull if there is a fire."

"Oh."

Dean smiles, brushing your hair.

"Yeah, oh. Go sit down and eat the noodles I made you."

He guides you back to the motel table, making sure you don't get up before he sits next to you. You start to eat, still getting used to being human now. Your stomach was making weird noises and hurting, which you weren't used to.

"Remember I told you that your stomach does that when you're hungry? You just gotta remember to tell me so I can get you food. Or you can get some yourself."

Dean reminds you, keeping a close eye on you.