Patience
AUTHOR'S NOTE - This story was inspired in part through listening to a song by Take That called Patience. It follows on from my previous stories, My Salvation and The Holy Dark, so if you have not already read those, then this may be a little confusing.
ONE.
I was woken from a deep sleep by the sounds of a phone ringing by the side of my bed, dragging me into full wakefulness by slow degrees.
I coughed painfully against a dry throat, swallowing down a few mouthfuls of Cola I always kept by the side of any bed I slept in, before finally picking up the phone.
"Hello?" I asked, sleepily, my voice sounding groggy to my own ears.
"Jenna? That you? Took you long enough to freaking answer!" Dean groused, sounding tense, even over a phone line.
"Dean? You woke me up! It's 6am!" I said, on the tail end of a yawn, as I peered blearily at the clock on the wall.
"I know it is, I'm sorry, but I wouldn't be ringing you unlees I needed you!" Dean said, and I couldn't mistake the worry underlying the initial impatience.
He did have a point.
"You never take me anywhere nice, Dean!" I murmured more to myself than to the other hunter.
I was never called upon by either the Winchesters or another hunter unless it was for a case. Sometimes it did get a little trying always to be working, but work was all I had or so it seemed at times.
Until Castiel came along.
I grew warm when I thought of the angel, who'd literally saved me from the jaws of death itself, and had subsequently become so much more than merely a friend.
"Very funny, Jenna! Now have you seen Castiel?" Dean asked, and I could tell the other hunter was smiling despite the obvious gravity of the situation - a situation I still knew nothing about, I might hasten to add.
I coughed, again, then said - "I haven't seen him for a couple days. I thought he was with you. He said he needed to give you some more information about Lillith!"
"That's the impression I got. Yet he hasn't turned up, so far!" Dean said, grimly.
A stab of fear jolted through me and I sat up straighter in bed, feeling genuinely frightened. I was of course scared for Castiel, fearing for his safety. I was scared that something bad had happened to him, and yet I was also scared because I knew that the loss would be too great for me to bear if Castiel wasn't merely just missing. I truly loved Castiel, more than I had ever loved anyone else in my entire life.
"I'll be right over," I said to Dean, before getting the required directions to Dean's whereabouts.
I only hoped that we'd find Castiel in time ...
to be continued ...