A/N: Most of this isn't mine.

Surgery went good. I'm out of school for a few weeks because of the surgery, but today was the only day that my muse really decided to show up.

Chapter Thirteen

I woke up the next morning alone with the smell of bacon floating around the room. I stood up from the bed and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen. I expected to see Sammy at the stove, but froze when I saw Ranger. I turned around and was about to leave the room when his voice stopped me.

"You're brothers and Bobby aren't here. They went out for the day to leave us here to talk." He said, and I heard the stove cut off. "So, sit down and eat some breakfast."

I turned around slowly to look at the table. There was a plate full of eggs, bacon, and toast, with grape jelly and a knife on the table. I sat down and put the grape jelly on my toast, then began eating. He sat down across from me and his eyes watched every move I made. I refused to get angry. I refused to give him the satisfaction of getting to me.

"I know that you're mad at me." He said quietly.

I didn't make any movement to let him know that I had heard him.

"I lied to you, and that was wrong."

Still, I remained silent.

"I had to, though. I'm your protector. Your angel. Your…" Ranger trailed off and cleared his throat.

I finally looked up at him and met his look.

"My what?" I asked quietly.

"Your soul mate."

My fork hit the plate with a loud clatter and my vision blurred. I couldn't deal with this. My father had just died, the man that I believed I was in love with turned out to be a liar and an angel, and now he was telling me that he was my soul mate. I pushed back from the table savagely and stomped up the stairs to my room. My heart sunk as I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me. I quickened my pace and practically ran into my room. I tried to slam my door, but Ranger put his hand against the door to stop me from closing it in his face. I huffed and continued into my room. I heard the door close gently and I spun around to face Ranger.

"You are a lying son of a bitch and I don't ever want to see you or speak to you again! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" I screamed at him.

"It's my job to protect you." He replied calmly.

"Your job? Oh don't pull that shit on me. That's about as stupid as whole soul mate thing." I continued screaming. I couldn't keep my voice down.

Ranger took two steps and was in front of me before I knew it. He grabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me flush against him, and looked down into my eyes.

"I am an angel. I am your protector. I am your soul mate. I did not want to lie to you." He said intently.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and couldn't believe what he was saying to me. His voice resounded in my ears, and I soaked up every word that he said. I had to admit, whenever he was close, I felt safe. Protected. And…loved.

"I'm sorry." I whispered brokenly before I dissolved into a sobbing mess.

He caught my body weight and carried me to the bed. There he sat with me curled in his lap while I soaked his shirt through with wet, salty tears. I let everything out then. I cried for my dad. My brothers. Bobby. Myself. The world. Everything. I just cried for everything. We were all about to be tested beyond belief in the next year or so. Our lives were going to be in danger day after day. We were going to be hurt. And there was nothing to do to stop it. That's the worst feeling in the world. To know that something awful was coming and that you could do nothing to stop it.

"What did you do?" Dean's cold voice echoed through the room.

"I didn't do anything. She's left everything bottled up for too long." Ranger replied quietly as I raised my head up to look at them.

Dean and Sammy were both standing in the doorway, looking murderous. When Ranger spoke, their faces softened somewhat and they nodded slowly. I nuzzled my head back into Rangers' chest and heard my brothers' footsteps leave the room. Ranger kissed the top of my head and squeezed me tightly into a hug.

"Do you think you can ever trust me again?" He asked me quietly.

"Of course." My answer was muffled so I looked up at him and grinned impishly. "You're an angel after all. Angels must be trusted."

He smiled down at me. "I'm not just any angel. I'm your angel."

And they lived happily ever after….. WELL, maybe not. Hehehe. Questions, comments, ideas… All are appreciated. :) Love to you all.