Castiel
By Willow Reinlock
Castiel appeared out of nowhere with a slight whoosh. He first saw the injured girl laying in the bed that resided in Bobby's somewhat living room. Her hair was a mess and her face was streaked with blood and dried tears hellish dreams. Cas couldn't stop wondering why, she choose to mark Sam with holy protection instead of helping herself. In result of her heroic act, she was thrust into a prison made just for her. What she saw there, Cas didn't know but it left her disheveled.
Then he saw Dean. He sat clumsily in a low back leather chair, having fallen asleep watching the girl with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and an empty one on the chair's arm rest. His face had a streak of blood across it and he wished to wipe it off, to make his face clean and young again.
He sighed before walking forward and grabbing the empty bottle off the arm rest. He walked swiftly and placed it on the kitchen counter. He returned to Dean's side and bent down, carefully, and eased to quarter full whiskey bottle out of Dean's limp hands. It fell away easily. Cas put that on the counter too. He then grabbed a napkin and dampened it with the dripping facet. Then, of course, he went back into the living room. With hands unusually steady, he did wipe the blood from Dean's rough face, gently, so not to wake him. He discarded the used napkin and gazed at Dean. He bit his lip, to keep him from reaching out to brush the brown hair from his closed eyes. Cas sighed again.
"Castiel?" He jumped at the sound of his name and turned to see Willow, the girl, staring sadly at him and Dean. "So it's true..." She blinked quickly, as if she was waking from a dream.
He gulped before answering. "I didn't realize it before you came, before Raphael tried to take him and Sam away. But I try not to think about it," He was surprised on how deep his voice sounded and he cleared his throat.
Willow nodded thoughtfully, "It's my fault about that so sorry,"
"Willow," He turned to her fully, "Why did you mark Sam instead of yourself? You could have saved a lot more pain for yourself,"
She sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were shinning with tears, "Because I knew Sam didn't see the mark, he didn't know what it looked like. I may have saved myself pain but it would have piled more onto Dean and Sam." She paused, "I know you were trying to save Dean, how weak you were, and you were trying to save Dean. I saw that and I wanted to help you save him by keeping his little brother safe for those moments." She smiled and shrugged, "I think it was worth it."
Cas glanced at Dean, "Yes, it was," He looked back at her, about to say something else, but she had fallen back to sleep, her pain pulling her back into a fight less sleep. He bowed his head was just about to leave when-
"Cas? Did you just brush my face?"