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A blonde haired woman crouches over a dead body, her eyes as red as the blood staining her mouth. She growls at an unseen enemy, then turns back to her meal. As she feasts, shadowy figures approach her from all directions and surround her...
The same woman wakes up in a hotel room. She gets up off of the floor where she’d been lying and rolls her shoulders, cracking her neck and back. She looks around, her face as hard and expressionless as stone. A strange buzzing fills the room, and she glances over to see a small metal key numbered 28 sitting on the screen of an iPhone now vibrating on the carpeted floor. She picks up the phone to see a notification from a dating app; one of the various men on the app has messaged her asking if they can meet for dinner. She quickly types a reply back, then smiles savagely. Her eyes briefly glow red with bloodlust as she picks up a knife from a nearby table and begins to cut her nails into wickedly sharp points, smiling evilly all the while…
“Y/N? Y/N!” A hand shaking your shoulder and the sound of your brother Sam’s voice pulls you away from your nightmare. You jerk bolt upright, your eyes flying open with a gasp. Immediately you wince in pain from the brightness of the light coupled with your customary post-nightmare headache, and you press the heels of your palms against your forehead. You can feel another hand rubbing your back reassuringly, most likely Castiel’s. For long rides like this, you normally claimed the angel’s shoulder as your personal pillow.
“God my head hurts like a bitch,” You complain. “Did you guys bring any Advil?” Your dad had always said that you had Dean’s mouth and Sam’s brains, and you proved him right everyday.
“I think you used the last of it yesterday, but I can check.” Sam offers. He unzips the backpack sitting between his legs and begins to look through it.
“I have alcohol.” Dean smirks.
“Not helpful, Dean!” You groan as you massage your temples. You snicker in spite of yourself at your brother’s fixation on alcohol, but wince at the spike of pain it sends through your head. The only upside about the headache was that it distracted you from revisiting your nightmares.
“If you want, my aid will likely be more effective than medication or alcohol.” Castiel chimes in. He gently touches your forehead with two fingers and your headache vanishes. You sigh in relief and let your head fall back, reveling in the feeling of a pain-free head.
“Cas, you’re a life-saver. I seriously have no idea what I’d do without you.”
“You’d probably have a very bad headache and take it out on your brothers.” He states. You laugh at the seriousness and truthfulness of his comment. You and the angel had become extremely close, to the point that you both could almost always accurately guess what the other was thinking or about to do. This was probably due to the many all-nighters you’d forced the angel to pull while you marathoned various movie series. As a result, the closer you became, the more you started to like Castiel beyond a professional working level.
“Was it another nightmare?” Sam asks, his tone laced with concern. You’d been having them for months now, and he was starting to worry.
“Yeah,” you reply, your previously jovial mood gone, “This one was different though. More… real. As if it was actually happening and I was just watching.” You shudder as the image of the woman flashes through your head, covered in blood and gore.
“It was only a dream,” Dean reassures you, “If it was something else, we’d know.” You nod in agreement, though a sliver of doubt still rests in your mind. Pushing the nightmare out of your head, you yawn widely and stretch.
“Prepare for landing!” You announce before slumping back against Castiel’s side. He laughs to himself and shifts slightly so that you’re more comfortable before returning back to the device in his lap. You’d introduced him to Mario Kart on the Nintendo DS a few weeks ago, and he’d become hopelessly addicted. “Wake me up again when we get there.” You mumble. You close your eyes, hoping to get some more rest. Unfortunately, your grand plans of sleep are foiled by Dean’s cell phone. You open one eye to observe the situation, annoyed at the interruption. Dean fumbles for his phone in his jacket pocket, glancing apologetically back at you. He looks at the name on the screen, mutters a curse and picks up, putting the phone on speaker.
“What do you want, Crowley?” He barks.
“A polite greeting would be nice, but I know by now not to expect that from a Winchester,” Crowley replies dryly, “I found a case I think might interest you. Not to mention it would be very helpful to a lot of people if it were resolved quickly. It’s-”
“We’re already on a case,” Dean cuts him off, “And we’re done with doing you favors. If it’s so important and interesting, you go look at it.” He hangs up the phone and puts it back in his pocket. You sigh deeply and close your eyes again. This time, it’s your phone that goes off. Mumbling some few choice words under your breath, you answer the phone.
“What?” You groan.
“Ah, I do love Winchester greetings.” Crowley remarks. God, you regretted letting him have your phone number in case Dean or Sam didn’t pick up.
“What do you want, Crowley?” You feel Castiel tense next to you, and both Dean and Sam shoot you curious looks. You roll your eyes in response.
“This case. I need you to look into it. It’s important that it’s resolved as soon as possible.” You look at your watch, debating if you should bite. Crowley sounded desperate, something you’d never heard from him. Like he actually needed help.
“You have three minutes.” You sigh.
“A few days ago, I received word from one of my demons that there’s been a bit of a security mishap. One of our...high security prisoners broke out and massacred the demons that tried to stop it. I have reason to believe that it’s somewhere in Colorado.”
“Okay, but why do you need us?” You ask, frustrated with the lack of detail.
“Because if word gets out that this prisoner”—Crowley’s voice is full of disgust—”has escaped, there will be an all out war for it.”
“Okay, mildly interesting, but I need to know why ,” you press, “We can’t do anything if we don’t know what this it is.” Crowley sighs, clearly against telling you. The other end is silent for a full minute before he finally replies.
“It’s the offspring of an angel and a demon,” he says flatly, “Therefore it has the strength of both, coupled with a demon’s bloodlust and the natural destructive power of an angel. An angel blade will kill it if it hits the heart, or that wonderful demon-killing knife you have. This… abomination has to be either brought back here or killed, preferably the first option.” You chew on your lip, unsure what to say. Provided this creature is real, which it very well might not be, it’s not only dangerous to humans, but to both angels and demons as well. While you didn’t have any sympathy for demons whatsoever, angels were a completely different story. Well, some of them. The only problem would be convincing Sam and Dean to go for it.
“Hold on a sec, Crowley. Guys!” You call out, “I think you should listen to what he has to say. You hold out your phone, click on the speakerphone button, then wait patiently as Crowley repeats his story to your brothers.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean finally chokes out, revulsion coloring his voice, “You’re telling us that someone like Cas hooked up with someone like you?” Castiel shifts uncomfortably next to you, clearly less than amused at being used in this context.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta agree with Dean, this sounds a bit far fetched to me,” Sam adds, “Besides, this is your problem, Crowley, not ours.”
“Seriously, boys, I-”
“No Crowley. This is your mess, you clean it up.”
“I have an idea,” you interrupt, “This case we’re taking right now, it’s just a simple shifter case. Sam, Dean, you guys go ahead and take this one, I’ll go with Cas to see if this angel-demon thing has any credibility.”
“Absolutely not!” Dean yells.
“If this thing is real, it’s way too dangerous!” Sam agrees.
“Okay, one, I’m not a little girl anymore. Actually, as I recall, I am technically older than you, Sammy-”
“We’re twins!” Sam bursts out, “Just because you came out first doesn’t-”
“It still counts!” You shoot back, “Besides, I’ll have Castiel with me. If there’s something he can’t stop, then nobody can. Come on, he’s a freaking angel!” You add, noticing the shared doubt on your brother’s faces. They exchange a look, then turn back to you.
“Fine,” Dean eventually sighs, “But I want updates from you every hour.”
“Dean!” You whine in protest.
“Fine, every two hours.” He concedes. He pulls the car over to the side of the road and stops.
“Okay Crowley, where to?” You ask excitedly.
“Cañon City, Colorado. Last I heard, she was staying in a hotel nearby. One of those common chain places Americans are so fond of.” While his answer is full of his usual sarcasm, his tone is that of relief stained with apprehension.
“Sounds good. Oh, and Crowley? We’re not your personal animal control, and this is sure as hell not a catch and release.Don’t expect us to bring this thing back wrapped up all pretty with a ribbon and a leash. If it’s real, it’s dead.” With that, you hang up the phone and look up at your brothers.
“Atta girl,” Dean chuckles. You smile, then unlock your door and get out of the car. You walk around to the back, open the trunk, and begin to strap various guns, knives, and other tools to yourself, such as holy water, salt, and holy oil. Like your brothers, you’re clad in jeans and a flannel button down, however yours is over a tank top, with black and white converse and a leather jacket. You’re rummaging through the trunk, running through your mental checklist of supplies when Cas gets out of the car, but is stopped by Dean’s hand grasping his arm.
“Cas,” he says firmly, “If this thing is real, if it gets bad out there, you get her out and you call me. To hell with the monster, Y/N is your top priority. Alright?”
“I will protect her with my life if it is necessary.” Cas replies solemnly. His electric blue eyes are hard and determined.
Dean nods once in affirmation. “Good,” he mutters, “Good.” Smiling to yourself at your brother’s overprotectiveness, you slam the trunk shut, then skip back around to Sam’s side of the car.
“See ya on the flipside, twinnie!” You chirp as you ruffle his hair playfully. He grins back, but it’s marred by worry for you.
“Be careful,” he warns, “And, uh-”—he beckons for you to lean in—”If you jump his bones, do it after the case.” You blush in spite of yourself and swat him on the shoulder. He leaned back into his seat, chuckling. You and Sam told each other everything, and your crush on the dark-haired angel was no exception. Sighing at your twin’s childish joke, you pat Baby twice, then turn back to Castiel.
“O-kay, so how does this work?” You ask cheerfully. You and he had spent a lot of time together (mainly when you forced him to pull all-nighters marathoning various movie series), but he’d never had the occasion to “zap” you anywhere. Castiel looks down at you, a hint of a smile gleaming in his eyes at your excitement.
“Just hold on tight.” He offers. You smile brightly and link arms with him.
“See ya later!” You yell as you wave to your brothers. Before you can blink, the two of you are standing in an alleyway in very bright sunlight. You squint and fumble at your side for your sunglasses. Once you can finally see, you turn your gaze to Cas.
“Well, that was fun!” You exclaim, “Now all we have to do is fine a freaky-deaky angel-demon thing and kill it. Easy-peasy.”
“That sounds like the exact opposite of easy.” Cas remarks dryly. You grin widely.
“Exactly.”