Summary: AU. Four days of not speaking. One day of making up. It's the most hellish thing either has to go through. Castiel/OC. Post!Apocalypse. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Alison (Allie) Winchester.
A/N: Another horrendous day. Truly horrendous. Hope you enjoy this new fic. I had to unleash my emotions somehow. So here is the first of five short chapters for this little sister!fic. Enjoy.
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The Fight
Chapter One: Day One
There they stood, breathing heavily, glaring, angry.
Her nearly in tears, while he was trying not to wince at the sight of them in her gorgeous hazel eyes. Her soft brown locks hung down as she bowed her head, shielding her pale, distraught expression from his view. The ends of her hair curled around, not enough to stop him seeing the tear that fell from her cheek to the floor. She turned and left hurriedly, and he didn't move. He just left her to it. That was the best medicine for Alison, Castiel found. If he just left her to calm down rather than chasing her and mollycoddling her, she would be in a better frame of mind later and probably be more open to talking.
Their fight was one of a few, but over something this time that differed from the usual things they'd fought about while fighting the devil. They'd fought when Castiel wanted to sacrifice himself. They'd fought when he got drunk. They'd fought when he'd wanted to kill Jesse. But this time their fight had begun when Castiel had spoken about them settling down and perhaps starting a family. Since the incident with Jesse, Alison had struggled to deal with the fact he could so easily smite a child. So, whenever Castiel decided to bring up having children, she felt somewhat uncomfortable and uneasy about it. She realised that he wouldn't kill his own offspring but that one incident had frightened her.
And the topic of children was how they'd ended up in that nasty situation. Castiel sighed and sat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers on the wooden surface as he went into thought. When they went to bed that night, things would definitely be awkward.
Meanwhile, Alison was in the garage, furiously working on the engine of her truck. She sipped her Southern Comfort, wiping away the tears and sweat the best she could before throwing her wrench down and giving up. She headed for a shower, wishing that Castiel would step in behind her and hold her, wishing that he'd turn her to his chest and whisper soft comforting words to her. But she remained alone, and as she climbed out and got ready for bed, she made sure to make her way to their room following a different route than the one that passed through the kitchen.
She didn't want to run into Castiel on her travels and she knew he'd be in there thinking. She drew the curtains in their room, and wasted no time in settling down to sleep. But no matter how she tried, her attempts at sleep were fruitless. She was comfortable enough. Black sports bra, dark blue plaid pyjama pants and black boxers. It was the lack of the warm, almost bare body next to her that bothered her. The lack of her angel laying beside her. He joined her not long after and she just pretended to be asleep, thinking it was the best thing to do. There was no kiss goodnight. No touch or no whispered words that often came when they'd had a fight. He just turned over and settled down.
The angel reckoned that perhaps she wasn't asleep. He knew she'd have difficulty sleeping, as usual when they fought. He found it hard to sleep too. He'd grown accustomed to sleep, what with him spending so much time with Alison on occasions when sleep was required. That night would be no exception. He'd find it really difficult to sleep since he believed that perhaps this fight would hold more serious consequences concerning their relationship. Calling her a selfish bitch was uncalled for., but he'd been hurt by her lack of faith and trust in him, even though he understood where she was coming from.
He regretted his behaviour towards her and hope she regretted hers towards him. He became fearful every time they fought that it would end their relationship but this seemed so much more serious. She'd avoided him, and gotten straight into bed without so much as an indication as to her feelings. She didn't even grace him with a look. She'd just gone to bed and slept. Over and over, his mind replayed her words to him and his to her. He was convinced her fear was irrational and that he was perfectly trustworthy. He knew she'd been silly and he'd simply put her in her place. He knew this to be true.
It was true...Wasn't it?
-TBC-
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