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"Get up!" A big, booming voice snarled down at Cass. When the angel neglected to comply, a boot connected with his side. He coughed, pain shooting through his body, tasting blood in the back of his throat. He was really starting to hate the fact that he fell.

"Get up!" the voice repeated and again, Cas took a boot to the side when he stayed down. "Get up or I'll kill you." When Castiel still remained on the ground, his adversary laughed; a deep, bone chilling laugh and said, "Weak and pathetic. That's what you've become." He stepped away from Cas. "Fine, if you will not get up for your life. Perhaps you'll do it for the life of your human."

Cas felt hairs tear from his scalp as his head was forcibly lifted. His eyes landed on her bruised and bloody face as a tall, well-built man dragged her into the room. "Ziva," he whispered as his hair was let go. His head fell back, against the floor, with an audible thud and he momentarily saw stars.

"Either you get up..." Ziva's cries filled the room. "...or I kill her." Cas knew she was strong, but no one could withstand that kind of power. He couldn't believe he had gotten her into this. What was he going to do?

SPN/NCIS

1 Week Earlier…

Castiel couldn't get her out of his head. It had been a week since they had met each other in the bar, but it seemed like a lifetime since he had seen her last.

"Whatcha doing?" Dean asked jumping over the back of the motel's dusty couch and landing heavily next to the angel.

"Nothing," Cas replied without looking up from his drawing. Jimmy Novak wasn't much of an artist, something that disappointed Castiel greatly, but he knew enough to admire the work Cas was putting into the sketch.

"What are you drawing?" Dean asked trying to catch a peak of the page.

"It is nothing," Castiel insisted closing the cover. Ever since he had fallen, and started losing his powers, he had taken up drawing. It was the only way he could really capture heaven since he wasn't allowed access anymore. Of course, he hadn't exactly been drawing heaven lately.

"Seriously Cas, you usually let me see what you draw."

"Dean, it is not of import… Hey!" Cas exclaimed when the hunter wrenched the sketch pad from the angel's lose grasp and sprang to his feet. He stayed out of the angel's reach as he flipped to the most recent picture.

"Who's this?" the hunter asked staring at the sketch, his eyebrows waggling. "You finally get yourself a girlfriend?"

"She is not…" Cas snapped trying to snatch the sketchpad out of Dean's hands. "She is someone I met a week ago when we spent some time in D.C."

"That wiccan case?" Dean asked curiously, backing away from the angel, flipping to a few more, recent drawings.

"Precisely," Cas replied irritated.

"Cas, dude, this girl is on six of these pages. Is this what you've been drawing lately? Are you sure…?"

"She is not my girlfriend," Castiel insisted finally managing to get his sketchpad away from Dean. "I am perfectly entitled to have friends outside of you and Sam." Cas was getting testy, something that was slowly becoming a regular thing for him, especially when he was dealing with Dean.

"So, she's your friend?" Dean pried eyeing the sketchpad.

"You couldn't call…"

"Okay, so if she's not your girlfriend, or even your friend, then what is she?" Dean's green eyes widened. "Are you stalking this poor girl? Cas, you kinky bastard."

"I'm not stalking…" Castiel sighed in frustration. He hung his head, letting his chin rest on his chest, and took a deep breath. Slowly, he picked his head back up and said, "Did you find a new case or are we continuing this insane search for The Colt?"

"You know, the search would go a hell of a lot faster if you had that nifty sensing power," Dean commented crossing the room to the tiny fridge. He opened it, taking out a beer.

"I told you several times; since I fell I have been slowly losing my powers." That annoyed Cas the most. He used to be able to fly wherever he wanted, smite and sense evil, become invisible; do things that humans couldn't even dream up. Now, he had to take a hefty break every time he flew more than ten miles. It could be a pain when he was trying to find God.

"You're a bit whiny for an angel," Dean commented taking a swig of his beer. "You're like a shorter, nerdier version of Sam."

"Where is Sam?" Castiel asked hoping to change the subject.

"Looking for a hunt," Dean replied draining his beer. He placed the bottle on the counter and turned to the fridge to grab another. "So, to answer your question, no we don't have a case, but we will."

"And The Colt?"

"We'll find it when we find it," Dean muttered popping the top off his second beer.

"I still doubt the colt is going to work," Castiel commented sitting back on the couch and flipping his sketchpad open.

"Yeah, Cas, I heard you the first twenty times. Just go back to drawing your girlfriend."

"She's not my…" Cas let his words die on his lips, shaking his head. There was just no point in arguing with Dean. He'd keep calling Ziva his girlfriend whether it was true or not.

He returned to his drawing, thinking of Ziva. He hadn't even meant to run into her at that bar. He even thought about walking away when she started talking to him, but for some reason he couldn't will himself to move. There was just something about her; something he couldn't put his finger on. He knew Dean would make another joke about him stalking her, but Cas was not stalking her, he just couldn't stop drawing her.

Suddenly, there was a painful ringing in his ears, and both his sketchpad and pencil fell to the floor. Castiel cried out, clutching his head, very much aware of Dean kneeling next to him, but he ignored the hunter as he took in the images.

A demon, lurking around Sam, zeroing in on him, ready to strike when he least suspected it. As the ringing subsided, his vision slowly returned, and he turned to look at Dean.

"Cas, what is it?" Dean asked slowly, obviously reading something on the angel's face.

"We must go now," Cas responded, ignoring Dean's question. He grabbed the hunter's arm and disappeared, leaving behind the fluttering of wings and his sketchpad, open on Ziva's face, looking up at the ceiling.

SPN/NCIS

Raphael appeared in the Winchester's room seconds later, knowing the images he sent to his brother would keep him busy for a while. He couldn't sense the two hunters, but he knew they had been there, he could sense Castiel. The bane of his existence; the one thing standing in the way of the angels getting Dean Winchester and the demons getting Sam Winchester. Had it not been for Castiel, those boys would already be harboring Lucifer and Michael. Had it not been for Castiel, Raphael would have finally achieved peace on earth.

His brother continued to thwart every plan Raphael had, continued to kill every solider that was thrown at him, and it was all for the Winchesters. If Raphael didn't need them so badly, he would have just done away with them, taken his brother's last remaining ties to this world, made it a hell of a lot easier to kill him. Now, he had no way of breaking his brother. There was nobody else Castiel cared for…

The dark angel stopped, glancing down at the sketchpad lying on the floor. A picture of a young woman looked up at him, and Raphael could sense the time, effort, patience, and care Castiel had put into the drawing. There was something about this girl, something that drew Castiel to her, and a smile slowly spread across his face. He may have found a weakness after all.

I have no reason to be writing this story other than the fact that I wanted to try out a different couple (I won't say 'new' because someone, somewhere out there, must ship these two. I don't want to be alone :() Besides, I did promise a continuation of The Stranger in the Bar.

So, let me know if you would like a second chapter, and if not well, I guess it's back to the 'drawing boards.'

Anyway, thanks for reading, they are not mine nor will they were be, and let me know if I am really alone in shipping these two :)

See ya!