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tjroewrites · 6 years

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Sweet Reality

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

A/N: This one took a bit longer for me to spit out. I’m still getting used to writing one shots. Let me know what you guys think. Feel free to send me more!

Prompt: Maybe do a Cas x reader where Jack even as innocent as he is has figured out that the reader and Cas have feelings and just tells them about it and locks them in a room to deal with it? (thanks @clockworkmorningglory for the prompt!)

Warnings: Blood. Use of grace. I can’t write anything without including angst. But a fluffy ending.

Summary: Wraith’s can be a bitch to deal with.

Word Count: 5.7k

It all started on one Friday morning.

The night prior had been long. Y/N had hardly gotten a few hours of sleep. When she heard the first sign of movement from outside her bedroom door she waved the white flag, trudging out in her bare feet and pajama pants. Sam was munching on a bowl of cereal at the main table while Cas and Jack watched. All three of their heads turned at her entrance. “Morning, Y/N.” Sam smiled.

Y/N grunted.

“You good?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Her hair was a wreck. She could feel it as she scratched her head. Lack of sleep wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Most times she hid it well. Not today. “Tossed around all night.”

“That was me last week.” Sam sipped his orange juice and licked his lips. “Room was too damn hot. Maybe try getting a fan?”

“Maybe.” She yanked out the chair at the end of the table and plopped down into it, letting her head fall into her hands. Someone got up from the table. When she looked back up, Cas was gone.

“Have you tried keeping inventory?” Jack asked. His head tilted slightly.

“Keeping inventory?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “How’s that gonna solve anything?”

“I have heard that keeping inventory helps with falling asleep.” He said. Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you mean, like,” She racked her brain for anything that could be similar. “Counting sheep?”

Jack sighed with relief. He nodded. “Yes. Flock inventory.”

Sam snorted. “Man, it’s like having the original Cas around again.”

A thick aroma filled the air. Was that coffee? Sam hadn’t made any. “Counting sheep has never been my thing. Just makes me think more.”

“It is supposed to work. Maybe there is something wrong with your brain.”

“Jesus, Jack, don’t need to point out the obvious.” Y/N smiled and rested her cheek on the table. Sam chuckled and took another bite of cereal. “You really have a way with words, don’t ya?”

Her eyes slid closed for one moment. When they opened again, a white coffee cup and a carton of milk had been placed in front of her. Her head lifted. Cas was standing over her with a small smile on his face. “This should help.”

Butterflies flew in her stomach. Y/N sat up straight and slid the mug toward her and let the steam fill her nose. A wave of newfound energy seeped through her. “Thanks, Cas.” Her face split under his stare.

“My pleasure.” Cas stood over her for another moment before moving back to his place beside Jack. Sam had merely shrugged the entire situation off. Jack, however, could not decide if he wanted to glance at her or Cas. Y/N stirred in the milk and sipped the drink with a slight blush dusting her cheeks.

Upon waking up at the crack of noon, Dean found a case. A few people had been murdered in New Mexico after showing signs of psychological trauma. More than likely a wraith. Y/N hated wraiths. Vampires, she could deal with. Shapeshifters? Small ball. But for some reason, any type of entity that thrived on the psychological breakdown and torment of its victim got to her. It was one thing to get your head ripped off by a werewolf. It was another thing entirely to lose your sanity before becoming a human milkshake for some creature. Disgusting.

Ever since they had found Jack, traveling had become cramped. Sam and Dean usually took up the front bench, leaving the remaining three to fend for themselves in the back. Today was no different. Sitting side by side, Y/N was wedged in between both celestial beings as they made their way south of the states. It didn’t help that the road was bumpy. Every pot hole they drove over forced her shoulder into one of their bodies. Because Dean insisted on hugging the shoulder and Cas chose the right side, it made him the primary recipient of her blows. One in particular nearly threw her into the angel’s lap.

“Sorry.” She muttered, gripping the back of Sam’s seat to steady herself.

“No need to apologize. It’s not your fault that Dean insists on driving off road.” Cas punctuated his sentence with a pointed stare toward the front seat.

“And put Baby in harm’s way? Not a chance.” Dean said. “Suck it up. What kind of girl complains about being sandwiched between two angels?”

“That’s not the problem.” Y/N muttered. Cas snorted.

“Dean, pay attention to the road.” Sam sighed. “You’ll get us killed.”

“What’s it matter? Not like that means anything anymore.” Oh, here we go. One of Dean’s weekly rants. The entire car huffed out a groan as he continued. “Used to be ‘whatever’s dead stays dead.’ Back when things made sense. Now we’ve all died at least once. Can’t even count how many times Sam and me have kicked it. Why can’t things go back to bein’ simple?”

“What planet have you been living on? Our lives have never been ‘simple.’” Sam said. “A Prince of Hell dripped his blood on my mouth when I was an infant and our mother burned on the ceiling. What part of that sounds ‘simple’ to you?”

“The part where Dad stayed dead and demons were more of a mystery than a Nancy Drew book.” Y/N let her head fall back against the seat and stared at the roof. How much longer until they hit the town? Maybe Cas knew. “Now we got Lucifer’s kid ridin’ bitch in our car, a fallen angel, two ex-vessels of the Apocalypse and Y/N.”

“Tell us how you really feel.” Y/N muttered at the ceiling.

“All I’m sayin’ is that things ain’t like they used to be. Hunting isn’t just hunting anymore. It’s like lookin’ for a water hole in the Sahara Desert. Damn near impossible, but someone’s gotta do it. And sometimes I wish- “

“Dean, watch out!” Sam pointed at a green traffic light that had turned straight to red. Dean hit the brakes with a lead foot and the entire car lurched forward, damn near skidding into the intersection. Burnt rubber filled the air. The four corner seats all had shoulder straps. The middle seat wasn’t so fortunate. The only thing keeping Y/N from hurling through the windshield was the meager little strip of fabric over her pelvic area. Her body smacked against the back of the front seat and dug into her collar bone. She thought her head had actually disconnected from her spine.

“Jesus.” Dean muttered through clenched teeth. The car lurched again as it came to a stop, throwing Y/N back into her seat. With nothing else to grab onto, her fingers gripped Cas’ thigh to find her balance. She might as well have been run over by a car. “Where the hell did that light come from?”

“Everyone good?” Sam asked. Y/N groaned in reply.

“Are you hurt?” Cas turned her head toward him and inspected the damages. She hoped like hell he couldn’t hear her heart nearly thudding out of her chest. Or feel her temperature spike under his touch. She tried, and failed, to suppress a grunt when he touched her collarbone. It was definitely bruised. “Your chest is already swelling from the impact.”

“Oh, c’mon, the girl bruises like a peach.” The light turned green and Dean started the Impala forward.

“It might be easier if I focus on Y/N’s well-being and you focus on keeping the vehicle on the road.” Dean flinched like Cas’ words had burned him. Sam cleared his throat. In a moment his eyes were back on Y/N.

“’S’fine, Cas.” Her lip tugged at the corner. “Dean just doesn’t know how to drive, is all. Nothin’ new there.”

“Hey-” Dean clamped his mouth shut under Cas’ glare.

“Stay still.” His callused palm caressed her cheek and that familiar warmth flowed through her veins like the sweetest drug. Cas’ grace. If this was how heroin users felt after shooting up, she might just become a grace junkie herself. She never tired of that soothing sensation that tingled through her muscles and danced along her bones. Her eyes fluttered shut as the aches and pains dulled in a moments time. “Better?”

“Yeah.” Their eyes met and she swore she was flying. It was like the entire sky was trapped in his eyes. Another world entirely. A better one. Her breath faltered and her lips parted. His thumb, which still rested against her cheek, began to trace small circles into her skin, little patterns that she wished she could treasure for a lifetime. “Much better.”

“Alright, let’s try not to kill each other, okay?” Sam said. It was like his voice had slapped them. Cas pulled away and Y/N straightened in her seat. “We’re maybe twenty minutes out. Some fresh air will do us all good.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” Y/N sighed. But it wasn’t fresh air that she wanted.

They spent most of the day investigating the town for any possible connections. Nothing stood out. Town as small as this one, everybody knew everybody. According to all three wives, the men would regularly meet at the local pub after their shifts at the factory. Belle’s. Sam suggested they check it out and ask around. Dean’s face nearly split in two at the mere thought of a drink.

The joint was small. Crowded. The only tables available were those tall pub tables that were hardly big enough to seat a few fully grown adults. Only two were available. One near the door, the other closer to the bar.

“Jack and I will sit by the door.” Y/N said. Jack furrowed his eyebrows. “See if you dashing young men can’t charm some ladies into forking over some information.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

Most of the bar housed locals. That was clear to see. Conversation was heavy and smiles were plenty. Y/N sipped her beer and scanned the room for anybody that stood out. Nothing but muddy work boots and ratty t-shirts. Jack watched her for a moment before speaking.

“Why did you want to sit with me?”

Y/N set her drink down. Did he think she didn’t like him? She did spend a lot of time with the brothers and Cas. Maybe he felt left out. “Jack, you’re awesome. Why wouldn’t I want to sit with you?”

“I just thought that you would want to sit with Castiel.”

She felt her fingers twitch at his name. She grabbed her glass to hide it. “And why’s that?”

“Because you love him.”

Y/N nearly spit out her beer onto the table. She wiped her mouth. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“I believe it’s a human term to describe an intense feeling of romantic or sexual attraction- “

“I know what the definition is, Jack,” Y/N waved at him to stop. “I love all of you. You’re all like family to me.”

“I did not think polygamous relationships were legal.”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. This kid would be the death of her. “It’s not. I meant that I care deeply for all of you an equal amount. No sexual attraction what-so-ever. No romantic feelings. Period.”

“But, Y/N, I don’t think- “

“Jack!” Y/N sighed in relief at Dean’s voice over the noise of the bar. They turned their attention back toward the boys, who were surrounded by four young women wearing very little clothing. One of the blondes was running her hand over Dean’s chest and giggling in his ear. Y/N could see the glint in his eye from across the room. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“You heard him.” She kicked Jack from under the table. “Big brother wants to show his younger sib the ropes.”

Jack looked like a deer in headlights. “Do those women have rope?”

“Oh, they have somethin’ alright.” She kicked him again. “Go on.”

Jack hesitated before making his way through the crowd toward their table. It was like a lion pouncing on its prey. A younger looking brunette began lavishing over the kid, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and pressing her cheek against his. His entire face turned a deep shade of crimson. Dean beamed with pride.

Y/N’s eyes shifted, naturally gravitating toward Cas on the farthest right of the table. A woman was attempting to card her fingers through his hair. She might as well have been in his lap. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up slightly. But Cas looked more than uncomfortable, nearly leaning his entire body off of his stool and offering one of his typical ‘I’m-sensing-awkwardness-please-help’ smiles. It was kind of cute. Scratch that, it was very cute. Adorable, even. Y/N sipped her beer and smirked behind the glass.

He must have felt her staring. Their eyes met across the room and he grimaced. ‘Help me.’ He mouthed. Y/N let out a loud laugh.

‘Not my problem.’ She mouthed back, shrugging. ‘Maybe she’ll give you a lap dance.’

He shook his head so hard she thought it might fly off. Y/N giggled.

“Something funny?” She turned her body in the stool to face an older woman above her. Her deep black hair nearly reached her belly button. Y/N stifled the tail end of her giggles.

“Oh, no. Just laughing at my friends over there.” She jabbed a thumb back toward the table of guys. “I swear, they’re like a walking reality TV show.”

“Men are animals, aren’t they?” She followed her thumb and sighed.

“I’ll drink to that.”

The woman offered a tight lipped smile. Her cheekbones were so sharp they could cut through metal. As was her chin. “Need another?”

Y/N glanced at her half-empty glass and back toward the boys’ table. Dean was already on his second shot of scotch. Sam was twenty minutes deep into a discussion with a tall woman in a green sweater. Jack and Cas both looked miserable in their respective situations. Yeah, she should probably stay sober for this one. An escape plan might be necessary tonight. “Thanks, but I’m good. Judging by how things look over there I might be the DD tonight.”

Y/N swore she saw the moment the woman’s eyes went dark. It sent a shiver down her spine. Something didn’t feel right. “I think they can take care of themselves. They’re grown men.”

“Like I said, you never know.” She shifted about under her gaze. “Maybe another time.”

A man brushed passed her and all but slammed into her shoulder. The woman came barreling into Y/N, nearly knocking her out of her stool. The woman’s thin fingers gripped her bare shoulders and her nails bit into her skin for a brief moment before she pulled away. “Jesus, walk much?” She called at the guy. He didn’t turn back.

“Guess not.” Y/N muttered.

“Sorry about that.” The woman straightened out her thick black turtleneck. An odd choice in clothes during the middle of July in New Mexico. Wasn’t she hot? “Told you men are useless.”

“It’s fine.” The guys were watching her now. Cas had managed to shake his admirer off his lap long enough to give her a puzzled look. Y/N used it as an out. “Speaking of useless men, I think mine are ready to hit the road.” She grabbed her glass and gave the woman a tight smile. “It was nice talking to you…?”

“Tamber.”

“Tamber.” What kind of name was that? “Have a nice night.”

“Be safe out there.” Tamber’s smile was anything but sincere. The ends nearly curled like a Cheshire cat. “This town goes crazy when the sun goes down.”

And then she was gone. It was like the crowd swallowed her whole. Y/N scanned the bar a few times before slowly making her way back to the boys.

“Who was that?” Dean scoffed. Most of the women had left save for the green sweater, who had pulled up a chair beside Sam as close as humanly possible. “Chick looked like she was straight out of Halloweentown.”

“You saw her too, right?” Y/N slid in between Jack and Cas, setting her beer down on the table. Her palms were suddenly drenched in a cool, clammy sweat. She wiped them along her jeans. “Thought I was seeing things.”

“You look like you saw a ghost.” Sam said. The girl giggled beside him, pressing her face into the sleeve of his shirt. Her entire face was covered in a light blush.

“I feel like I did.” She wiped the back of her neck. The shorts hairs along her nape were drenched. She sniffed. “You guys find anything out over here?”

“Whole lotta nothin’.” Dean said.

“Well, I say we head back to the motel and re-group.” The idea of taking another sip of beer was enough to make her vomit. She shoved her trembling fingers into the pocket of her jeans and shifted from foot to foot. “This place is pretty cramped. I’m starting to get antsy.”

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Cas asked. She forced out a laugh and looked at the ground.

“Fine, fine. Think I might’ve had some bad chicken at that diner earlier.”

“It did look kinda pink.” Dean drained the rest of his scotch.

Sam began to exchange numbers with the green sweater while the rest of them polished off their drinks. The lights in the bar were way too bright. This was a pub, for God sakes. Why did they have to keep it so lit in here? A bead of sweat slid down her cheek and pooled on her jaw before dripping to the table. Cas eyed the spot and then looked back to Y/N.

“You look so beautiful tonight.” He sighed. “There are no words to describe how radiant you look under these neon lights.”

Y/N about broke her neck to stare at him. “What the hell did you just say?”

“I said, we should think about leaving soon. You do not look well.” He tilted his head. “Y/N, are you sure- “

“I agree with that. Let’s hit the road.” She all but sprinted through the crowd and broke down the bar door. The last thing she needed was anyone questioning what was going through her mind.

Especially Jack.

By the time they returned to the motel, she was inching closer to a catastrophic break. Luckily, she had her own room, which gave her an excuse to lock herself away from the others for the remainder of the night. She had been feeling fine before they drank at the bar. What the hell had changed?

They decided to pool their ideas together and try to narrow down the list of suspects that they had compiled over the course of the investigation. The wives of the victims had pointed out multiple people of interest, most of them being fellow employees and a few childhood enemies. With every minute that passed, Y/N could feel her body slowly shutting down. Every nerve was on edge. Her shirt was soaked in sweat. Her breaths were coming out in short, staggered bursts. Faces were beginning to blur. She was starting to hear entire conversations that weren’t even being said. Until finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to get out of there.

“Alright, I’m turning in for the night.” She weakly pushed herself up from the edge of Sam’s bed and started for the door. Her knees could hardly carry her. “I feel like garbage.”

“Just lay down on my bed.” Dean jabbed his thumb toward the mattress closer to the bathroom. “Maybe you just need a nap.”

“No, I really need to-” Her legs gave out as she reached for the door handle. Her body fell. But she didn’t feel the hard surface of the motel floor. Instead, she fell into Cas’ awaiting arms. He must have followed her from behind. “Shit.” She muttered.

“I will help her to her room.” Cas hoisted her into his body and slung her arms around his neck. He was so warm. So solid. A comforting presence in this moment of need. He fumbled for the door handle and pried it open, carrying her with minimal effort toward her room a few doors down. Y/N pressed her face into his trench coat and took a deep breath. He smelled of tattered pages from an antique book, a Kansas summer breeze and fresh cut firewood. A scent so uniquely… Cas. They stopped moving and Cas shifted her in his arms.

“Do you have your room key?” He asked.

Y/N nodded. She felt like she was drunk. Freshman year of college drunk. “My wallet. Back right pocket.”

“Can you reach it?”

Y/N shook her head. A cheeky grin was pressed into his chest. “Guess yer gonna have ta’ get it.”

Cas sighed. With the most gentle work of fingers he dipped into here back pocket and retrieved her wallet. “You are so tempting. Every part of you.” His voice was a deep rumble at her ear. A pleasant chill vibrated through her entire body. “Do you know how long I have admired you?”

“Mmm,” Y/N hummed. “Tell me how ya really feel, Cas.”

“What do you mean? I asked if you needed anything to drink. I don’t see how feelings play into that.”

“Sure ya did.” Y/N giggled as he shoved the key card into the slot. He kicked the door open with his foot and pulled her inside. The bed felt like heaven under her back. The way he looked down at her was also quite the treat. She licked her lips.

“Your face is flushed.” There he goes again. Stating the obvious. Did the kid have any sort of filter? “And your temperature has peaked. My grace should be able to help.”

Oh, hell yes. She could use some of that right now. Her limbs hummed at the mere idea. “Bring it on, cowboy.” She slurred. He moved to caress her face when the door slammed closed.

“What-” Cas jumped up and hurried to the door, attempting to pull it open. No matter how hard he yanked the door did not budge. He grunted. “How can a door be locked from the outside?”

“And it will remain locked.” Jack’s voice carried through the wood of the door and into the motel room. “I have secured it with my powers.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I have heard this is an alternative way to encourage two people to admit their feelings toward one another. I believe it proved effective in a television show known as the ‘New Girl.’”

“Jack, this is ridiculous. Y/N is ill. I do not think this is the time… “

“The door will not open until your feelings are proclaimed.” Jack was firm. The room started spinning. “As Dean once said, your romantic frustrations are enough to drive him up the side of walls. It would be easier for us all if you followed your hearts.”

“Jack- “

“I will return in another hour.” Jack’s footsteps faded away.

“Jack! Jack, get back here.” Cas sighed, resting his forehead against the door. “I now understand how infuriating I was when I first came to Earth. I owe the Winchester’s far more credit.”

“Cas…” Y/N’s stomach was doing flips. She rolled onto her side and groaned.

He was at her side in a flash. “One moment.” Those warm fingers found her cheek once again and his grace flowed through her. She waited for something to change. Anything. But the sickening haze that had coated her didn’t fade with his touch. Cas noticed immediately.

“You are not healed.” He huffed, his brows knitting together. He took her face in both hands and trained his eyes on her. His essence poured through her double time. More than she’d ever felt. Still nothing. “Something’s wrong. This should have worked.”

“I knew I shoulda got that flu shot.” Y/N let out a weak giggle. “Just can’t trust doctors these days.”

“I don’t think this is a human illness, Y/N. There are no communicable diseases strong enough to withstand an angel’s grace.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know.” The dim light of the motel room seemed to further accentuate every feature of his face. The light stubble over his jaw. That small tuft of hair on the crown of his head that never seemed to settle with the rest. The laugh lines around his lips. Those lips. Lord, have mercy. Seemingly crafted by the Chuck Himself. Maybe it was her sick state of being. Or something worse. But in that moment, with her heart working double time and her mind damn near mush, she felt it hit her all at once. Her mouth moved before she could stop it.

“You know how breathtaking you are, right?”

She couldn’t read his face. Panic? Disbelief? Fear? Maybe all three? His eyes darted around the room before landing back on her. “What?”

“You.” She breathed. Shut up, Y/N, shut up. “You’re just…amazing. All the time. And you don’t even try. You’ve been through so much and yet here you are. Still fighting. It’s inspiring.”

A deep blush dusted his face. He swallowed. “Y/N, you’re sick. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I’m fine.” And she was. Maybe his grace had worked after all. She felt ready to run a marathon. She settled for sitting up instead. “And I mean it. You are incredible, Cas. Anyone would be a damn fool not to see that. You’d be a damn fool not to see it yourself.”

He looked everywhere but at her face. They were sitting at the same height now. Their thighs touching. Their lips inches away from one another. “Y/N, I don’t- “

“I know this is a lot being thrown at you at once. But I just wanted you to know how I feel. How I’ve always felt. How I will always feel.” She placed her dry palm on top of his own. Her cold sweats had all but diminished. How had her shirt dried so quickly? “Jack was right. I have always felt a romantic draw to you. I’m just sorry it took me this long to say anything.”

His eyes finally met hers. She sucked in a breath. Those beautiful, sea blue eyes. They knocked her flat on her ass every time. “I am glad to know you have felt it, too.”

Y/N’s eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall. This was it. Everything she had ever wanted. Right here, in this low-end motel room in the middle of New Mexico. Her only wish in this crazy, fucked up world. “You mean it? You’re sure?”

“How could I not?” His hand found her cheek again. She could feel his grace hum at her skin. Her eyes slid closed and a tear escaped. “You make me a better person, Y/N. You are my best friend. And I love you. Truly, I do.”

“Oh, Cas.” It was a whisper against his lips. They were a breath away from one another. A breath away from what she’d always wanted. And now that she knew he felt the same, they could live this life together. Her own piece of happily ever after. She’d never ask for a single thing ever again.

His fingers went rigid on her cheek. When her eyes opened, she saw the fear of God in those baby blues. And when she leaned away a scream tore at her throat.

“Cas!” She leapt from the bed and looked down at him, watching in horror as crimson blood seeped from his chest and through his shirt. He looked down and back up again.

“Y/N…” His voice was so strangled. It cracked halfway out. Y/N shoved the trench coat off his shoulders with his suit jacket following. The entire front of his shirt was now stained red.

“No, no, what the…” She wasted no time with the buttons of his shirt. The fabric tore apart easily in her fingers. A button hit her in the cheek. How was this possible? They were the only two in the room. Had someone hidden a hex bag? Was this some kind of sick joke? But the gaping hole that stretched from his stomach to his collarbone was proof enough. A weak, purple glow shone from the center of the gash. His grace. A sob left her throat. “Cas, what the hell?”

“Y/N.” A tear slid down his cheek. Its red tint was unmistakable. “Please… “

“Can’t you heal yourself? Cas, tell me you can heal yourself.” She was practically huddled in his lap now. “Please, Cas, not now…”

He took her hand between his own trembling fingers. A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. She wiped it away and sobbed. “I’m sorry…” His body started slouching toward the mattress. No, God, not now. Y/N pressed her face into the crook of his neck and held him close, breathing him in.

“Don’t leave me. Not now.” Her tears covered his bare skin. “I love you, Cas. I love you so much. Please stay… “

“Y/N?” A distant voice called. She lifted her head at the sound of her name. It was like someone had installed a speaker system in the motel room. “Y/N!”

Cas’ body had gone limp in her arms. She sniffed and looked around. No one else was there with them. Was there someone outside? Maybe it was Jack. He could bring Cas back. He had done it before. He could do it again.

“Y/N!” It came again.

Y/N let his body down gently into the mattress. She went to look down at him one more time. Her blood went cold.

His face was gone.

“Y/N!” Her eyes shot open. Her heart beat was off the charts. The world was dark. Why couldn’t she see anything? Where was Cas? She tried to move her body but a pair of hands held her arms.

“Stay still. It’s alright.” She blinked a few times to put a face to the deep voice. It couldn’t be…

It was Cas.

“C-Cas?” Her voice was wrecked. She blinked wildly to clear the dark haze. No blood. No tears. Just those same vibrant blue eyes staring back. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was soaked in sweat. Her limbs shook violently under his touch. “You… what…”

He shushed her. “Take a moment. You’re safe.”

Her eyes left his face and darted around them. The motel room was gone. No bed. No off-white walls. Instead, she saw a window. Dark leather seats. The Impala. They were in the backseat of the Impala. The sky outside was pitch black, the stars twinkling like nothing was amiss. Cas had to keep re-adjusting his grip from the moisture on her arms.

When her breathing had returned to somewhat normal, she met his stare once again. “The Impala?” She asked. He knew what she wanted to know.

“Yes. We are parked in front of an abandoned mill outside of town.” Cas shifted above her. He had the opposite door open and was leaning in from the outside, most of his body covering her own. “Both of the wraiths have been using it as a base for some time now.”

“Dead?” Y/N huffed. He smiled.

“They must be. Or else you would not be conscious.”

Her head tilted. She had been infected? When? Then she pieced it together. “The bar.”

“I believe her name was Tamber.” Cas confirmed. “At least, that was what she screamed when she cut us off on the way back to the motel. She was very… persistent about taking you from us.”

“She infected me.” The victims had all been married men. How did she fit the M.O? “Why?”

“She does not take rejection very well.”

The married men must have all denied her advances. It was almost humorous. She snorted. “I was a target ‘cause I said no? Bitch needs to wake up. It’s 2017.”

“I don’t think she will be doing much of that any time soon.” He smiled. “Do you need me to heal you? I was unable to while you were ill. Now that the wraith’s poison has subsided, though, my grace should work.”

“No, I-” She felt her entire face drain of color. The motel. Jack locking them in the room. Her confession. “So, we never made it to the motel?”

Cas shook his head. “You nearly passed out in the gravel outside of the bar. I was the only one fit to drive. The wraith cut us off before we made it back and we followed them here.”

It was all a delusion. Tamber must have read her mind and used it against her. Her greatest desire. She tried to hide the heartbreak she felt in her chest.

“Damn. Those wraiths don’t mess around.” She faked a laugh. She fought back tears. “Really thought we made it back.”

“Y/N,” She wriggled underneath him and sat up in the seat. She managed a glance in the rear view mirror. Her hair was everywhere. Just like it had been that morning a few days before. Great. “What did you see?”

Did he know? She had to have muttered something during her little episode. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

“I want to know.” He slid in beside her and shut the door. She squirmed under his stare. It bore right through her. It was like he was looking at her soul. Her very essence. “What did you see?”

Everything inside of her called out in agony. Begged her to shut up. But just like in her little hallucination, she couldn’t help her words. They tumbled out like an avalanche.

“I saw you.”

The air was heavy. Thick. He blinked a few times. She felt a deep, crushing weight pound on her chest. A single tear threatened to fall from the corner of her eye. She had to say something. Anything. Dig herself out of this hole she’d found herself in.

Then his lips were on hers. Soft but bruising. His fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her impossibly close, their noses pressed together. She blinked wildly with her hands raised above his shoulders. Nothing registered. Was she still sick? But when he pulled away and his breath fanned over her face, it was all too real. Not like the gash he had in her delusion. This moment was real. A slice of sweet reality. Her hands fell to his shoulders as she stared at him. Her lips moved but no sound came out. He spoke for her.

�� “I am glad to know you have felt it, too.”

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