The unknowing goddess.
a/n: hi guys, i cant be assed to say my name because it's too long to write, and you can read it wherever it says my name in the title. I'm sorry, this story might confuse you, but this story is just written after season 14, and well pretend that everything's alright and they've defeated the next big baddie. cause i need this story to make some form of sense. have fun reading and please review. also, I'm in my final GCSE year so this story might be a bit of a bummer to upload. I will try my hardest though, and feel free to bully or bribe me into writing if I seem to have writer's block. this story is an M, because of whatever the guidelines say. have fun reading.
Chapter one: the deal
Evelyn Woods tacked up her horse, intending to go for a long hack around her family's orchard. She traced her fingers through her horse's mane. Midnight Glory, as her brother Archie chose to call him, scraped his hoof on the flagstone floor, impatient to be off.
She mounted Midnight Glory and kicked him on, as eager as him to race off to the orchards she loved to explore. She was enamoured by the apple trees which all grew in perfect lines, and loved to brush her hands through the colourful leaves as she rode by.
As she passed through the gates to the orchard, she felt a buzz of excitement mixed with adrenaline, and encouraged M-G (a nick name which she found quicker and easier to say than Midnight Glory) into a trot, and then a canter.
She galloped along, savouring the feeling of the free wind in her hair and the sweet smell that the British morning seemed to bring.
A flock of crows suddenly flew up into the pale morning sky, screaming bloody murder. M-G reared his head as they flew up and at them, making as if to turn back, but Evelyn coaxed him on forwards, pulling at the reins with all her might to stop him from bolting.
Deciding it would be better to just take him at a steady walking pace until they both calmed down, she carried on.
At the end of the orchard field, Evelyn made as if to turn around and go back, but all of a sudden she felt a strange feeling in her stomach. Turning back around, she saw a black haired woman, standing half bathed in shadows just under the trees that signalled the start of the woods.
She felt a sickening sensation that there was something wrong with the woman's smile, as if it was unnatural for her to do so, and also, the knowledge that the woman had been watching her the entire time she'd been in the orchard chilled her to the bone.
"Wh-wh-who are you? Why are you here?" Evelyn cried, trying to keep her voice calm and steady but failing miserably.
Her unease only served to make the woman's cold smile even wider.
"Why are you so uneased, child? I don't want to hurt you, I just want to make you an offer that you can't refuse." The woman grinned her chilling grin, and opened her arms in a gesture that tried to show she was harmless. Evelyn just thought she looked like a skinny mouse trap open wide, waiting for Evelyn to fall into her deathly embrace.
Suddenly, Evelyn felt a defiant fire spark within her. "A: I'm not a child, I'm 15, and B: what makes you think I am not able to simply refuse your offer and walk, or ride away, huh? You may seem a bit weird, but I'm not intimidated by you, I simply refuse to be. Now do yourself a favour and walk away, and also take a bloody shower, I can smell you from here." She turned around, flicking her hair in a defiant manner, secretly trying her hardest to resist the voice in the back of her mind telling her to face the woman.
She regretted her decision as she felt something fly into her like a ten ton truck. She fell off M-G, rolling to the ground and coming to a halt when she hit a tree with a thud. She groaned as she looked in front of her, where a few inches away lay a sharp rock which could have killed her, had she rolled only five centimetres further.
She tried to sit up, but the screaming pain in her ribs forced her to only make a feeble roll to try and face her attacker.
The woman was stood right above her.
Evelyn jumped, wincing as she felt her ribs move under her skin. There was no way that the woman had managed to move that quickly to be stood right over her, no way in hell.
The woman knelt down, barely inches away from Evelyn's face. "So, child, are you still going to refuse my offer, or are you going to save yourself the pain and accept?"
"Well, considering you haven't exactly stated the terms and conditions of your offer, I'm not so sure if I'm going to accept or not. And like I said before, I'M NOT A FRICKIN' CHILD!"
The woman smiled evilly, kicking Evelyn hard in the ribs for her defiance. She choked down her scream, not wanting to appear weak in front of the woman.
"Let me fill you in, child. I am an angel, who twenty two years and nine weeks ago years ago ripped out her grace, hating the laws imposed on myself and my siblings. Somehow, I am still cursed with remembering who I am, and two years ago I stole a heavily prized artefact from a god, giving me any powers I could imagine, simply flowing through my veins. I have used this power to protect myself from the angels and demons I once called my family, and any other enemies I had picked up along on my journey."
She smiled again, but this time it was softer, more distant, as if she was remembering times that were happier than those she had more recently lived.
"Now, if you're wondering how you fit into my plans, then you will find out fully once you agree to my deal. All you need to know is that you were originally meant to be my vessel, but when Father sent you down to earth, he messed up somehow, casting you out of our dimension to the one you currently reside in. Although this is not the vessel in which I store my powers in, and neither so is yours, I need to take my place as your host. Because my grace is quite a bit more powerful than the average grace, your soul will be cast out of this body to my original body. And yes, it is the body with the god's powers. If you agree to this deal, I will protect your family and you will have no need to worry about them. If you don't agree, however, I will torture your family in front of you until you agree."
Deciding that the woman was just insane, Evelyn decided to pretend to agree to her make-believe 'deal'.
"Jesus Christ, you're one intense son of a bitch, aren't you? If what you say is true, then I have no choice to agree, cause I have no chance against you if you go into a magical temper tantrum, huh? I'm not sure whether I actually believe your angels and demons are real monologue you made there, but I'm not going to risk my family's lives doubting someone who seems deadly serious about the whole thing." Evelyn was breathing heavily now, trying to get over the pain of her ribs and the whole situation at hand. She tried to stare the woman in the eye, but had to squint because the sun was directly behind her.
The woman grinned a wide and plotting grin, her eyes glinting with a feverish madness.
"I'm so glad you made the right decision, child! Oh my, I haven't even properly introduced myself, have I? I'm Acantha, angel of strength of mind and death. Now, let us begin the… festivities. If I may?"
Before Evelyn could ask what she needed to do, Acantha grabbed her jaw, forcing it open, as a blinding white light pooled out her eyes and mouth, forcing Evelynn to close her eyes, as she felt a burning, thrashing pain claw down her throat. Before she could cry out, she felt as if she was being ripped from her body, just as the world went black…
!'''''Nananananananana…ASSBUTT'''''!
Evelyn groaned and turned over in her bed, reaching out for her brother, who she knew would have crept into her bed in the night. She grasped at thin air.
She sat bolt upright, the sudden remembrance of what had happened that morning crashing down on her. She threw back the covers, launching herself out of the bed with such agility and grace that surprised her. She lurched forwards, tripping over a pile of blankets at the foot of her bed desperately looking around what appeared to be a motel room, trying to remember how she got there, and why she felt quite a bit taller than what she was used to being.
She calmed down, but only slightly, after realising she was alone, but somehow that information still didn't help, as if that woman, Acantha were going to jump out on her at any moment.
She saw a door next to her bed, leading to what she thought was a bathroom. She stumbled dazedly into the small room, stopping at the sink to splash water on her face. As she looked up at the mirror, her eyes widened in shock, and she turned around with a screech, seeing another woman's face in place of hers.
After dementedly spinning around, fists flailing, Evelyn suddenly stopped and turned around to the mirror again. As she peered into the mirror from a distance, as if she thought the woman in the mirror would pounce on her, a feeling of horror dawned on her that the stranger in in the mirror was in fact her.
Evelyn put her hands to her face, stroking her lightly tanned cheeks, tracing the scars on her cheek which appeared to be made by claw marks and finally gazing into her eyes. Oh wow, she actually had heterochromia! One eye was a piercing blue, whilst the other was an unusual but dazzling purple mixed with splashes of grey.
Oh Jesus Christ, there is no way I can go unrecognised like this, what the hell am I meant to do?! I can't actually believe that crazy bitch wasn't actually frickin' lying to me! Wait where am I? How is my family, is Archie and little Kitty OK? That angel bitch better keep to her side of the deal, or I swear to God, literally! Wait, what happened to Midnight Glory?
She started frantically pacing the small room, looking for any clues as to where she was, or who she was for that matter.
She stormed out the bathroom, slamming the door shut. She looked in the cabinets next to the wall, and then turned to see a satchel by the door, with a large black coat and a note beside it.
She ran over to the pile of things, desperately tearing the letter open, and scanning quickly through the words neatly printed on the sheet of A4 paper. All it said was;
Dear little Evelyn,
I hope you receive this letter and are not already dead, which I admit that although this picture is just in the same room as yourself, that possibility could be very likely.
I must at least fill you in on some things you need to know, though I can't say much on paper. You are now 22, and were born on the 13th of February, 1996. I have left some essentials, such as knives, salt, iron, silver, clothes and a book on useful sigils which will very much help you. I also have left some meat and treats for Noctem, and the keys to my Harley motorcycle are in the coat's pocket.
Please look after your vessel, as I may need to return to it in the future. I have a friend, Alex Shoba, who I have lost contact with a few weeks ago, but I remain positive he is still alive. He is a skilled hunter, and will aid you should you find him. Also, Noctem will aid you, as long as you treat him with respect and care. Please look after him for me.
I am ashamed to tell you I have had an extremely traumatic past, and though I cannot inform you of what happened, I believe certain things could trigger flashbacks, which will be extremely hard to deal with.
Pleases look after your new vessel for me,
Acantha.
Evelyn re-read the letter again, muttering the words under her breath.
"Essentials? The only 'essentials' I see are clothes, where is my toiletries, my toothbrush? This is going to be so irritating. And how am I meant to find this Alex Shoba guy? Wait, what does she mean, 'meat and treats for Noctem'?…" she trailed off, looking around the room for this mysterious character Amazoniah mentioned.
She felt her stomach do a back flip as she realised that the 'pile of blankets' at the foot of her bed was in fact a bemused looking wolf.
She flung herself backwards, slamming into the wall and sliding down it to curl up next to the pile of things at the door. The wolf gently got up and padded towards her, trying to sniff Evelynn, who was slowly inching further into the wall, until she could move no further. The wolf, whose coat was a shining obsidian colour, put its face up to hers, making her squeak with fear at the majestic beast. She closed her eyes, waiting for the wolf to devour her in one sitting, but instead felt a gentle lick on the back of her hand.
She opened her eyes in shock, taking in the image of the wolf nuzzling her palm for treats.
"Wh-what the hell? A-are you Noctem? OK, that's pretty friggin' cool!" all her fear was forgotten as she gently patted his head, to which he gratefully leaned into.
Suddenly, Noctem's head shot up, and he placed himself in front of the door, hackles raised threateningly.
Evelyn quickly got up, a sudden course of fear rushing through her blood. She heard a light rat-a-tat-tat and an old lady's voice tinkled out, "Room service!" Noctem looked to Evelyn, and she could have sworn he shook his head.
"I'm alright, thank you," she said, putting on the coat and a pair of knee high leather boots she found on, picking up her bag and shoving the letter inside.
"Room service!" came the tinkling cry again, but this time it was colder, more insistent and almost threatening.
"I already said no thank you, miss." Evelyn cried out louder than before, thinking, or hoping that the lady was just hard of hearing.
Suddenly the old lady opened the door, only stopped from coming in by the key chain.
"Really darling, I insist!" The old woman tried peering around the door, allowing Evelyn a glimpse of her face, alongside her eyes, which were pools of black.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Evelyn hollered at her top of her lungs. The old woman flinched and cursed, allowing Evelyn some time to sling the bag over her shoulder, and whistle for Noctem to follow her.
She turned, and faced the large window which faced the balcony and the parking lot outside. She cursed as she ran towards the window, realising the only exit was through the window, as there was no back door.
She jumped through the window, curling up into a tight ball and covering her head with her arms. She stumbled as she landed on the floor, but regained her balance, vaulting over the balcony onto a black car.
She fell into a crouching position, looking straight ahead and into the green eyes of the shocked man in the driver's seat. She looked at the other men, one with black hair and blue eyes and the other the other had a strong, tall build with shoulder length hair.
"GET THE HELL OFF MY GODDAMN BABY, YOU PSYCHO!" the driver yelled at her, possessed with a deep rage at her jumping on his car, a 1967 Chevy Impala.
She heard Noctem pounding up to her, leaping in front of her as she got off the Impala and stood up. The men all got out the car, the tall man trying to calm down the situation, whilst the dark haired man while blue eyes examined her closely.
She whirled around as she heard she old lady treading on the broken window glass. She whipped back around to face the men.
"Please get back in our car, sirs, otherwise you could get hurt. Get in and drive away, NOW!"
She tried to turn and run away, from both them and the old lady, but the driver with the green eyes grabbed her wrist, turning her to face him.
"It's OK, stay here, we've got this, we know how to deal with demons. Get behind the car and hide. It's OK." He said suddenly calm, just like she spoke to Archie whenever he had an 'episode'. She glanced at what he had in his hand and drew away from him when she realised it was a knife with intricate carvings on it, identical to the one the tall man with the brown hair was holding. She turned to look at the blue-eyed man and saw he had a blade that looked like it was crafted from silver.
She did as she was told and hid behind the car as the three men advanced on the old woman, who smiled manically. Then suddenly she lunged at the blue-eyed man attacking him swiftly and almost silently. Evelyn screamed, as the driver of the car yelled, "CAS!" at the top of his lungs, striking at the old woman, almost in sync with the other man.
Evelyn turned her head as she heard Noctem snarling, and whirled around just in time to cover her head with her arms to shield the blow her attacker, a tall, thin, balding man with black eyes like the old lady's, swung at her. She rolled to the side, kicking out with at the back of his legs, knocking him down, internally praising all those self-defence classes she took.
He fell and hit his head, splitting it open, yet still somehow managing to get straight back up with only an annoyed looking expression.
He lunged at her, and she ducked and rolled to her right, towards the motel again. He carried on falling and once again hit his head, this time smacking it against a bright red pickup truck.
She got up and stumbled, placing her hand on Noctem's back for support. She reached into the satchel and pulled out a knife covered in etchings like the ones the two men both had.
Nice.
She sprinted towards the men, just as she glanced at fire exit, where about a dozen men and women poured out, all with smoky black eyes.
She yelled out a warning to the men who were just finished with the old woman, having exorcised her. They turned, and the driver, who was closest to the mob' was knocked off his feet into the air, landing on top of a car a few meters away. The tallest man yelled out," DEAN!" which Evelyn assumed to be the man's name, and tried to run to him, but was pushed to the ground by the dark haired man, Cas, just as a demon's knife flew where his head was, clattering a few feet away from where Dean was. Dean then proceeded to get up and sprinted back to the fight, literally roundhouse kicking the demon that threw the knife in the face.
Evelyn got back up, and ran towards the mob, and took a running leap at one of the demons, curling her knees to her chest, landing on the demons chest, knocking him over, slashing his throat, watching in horror as the man seemed to light up with orange lightning as he died.
Before she could even begin to comprehend that she'd killed someone, she felt someone grab her shoulder and whirl her round, shoving her to the ground and kneeling over her, knife raised to stab her. She tried to defend herself but her hands were trapped under the demon's legs, and however hard she tried she couldn't break free.
Suddenly Noctem pounced on the demon, ripping a chunk out of his arm with his teeth. The man screamed in pain as Noctem kept tearing into the man. Them the man's head snapped back, a black smoke pouring out of his mouth, leaving him to collapse.
Evelyn looked at the man, pity in her eyes, but then screamed in pain as she felt a searing pain in her shoulder. She looked at her shoulder to see a knife plunged through it.
Then she turned to see a grinning woman leaning over her, piercing a knife through her right shoulder.
A blazing anger coursed through Evelyn's blood. She could feel it pumping from her heart around her body, shooting through her veins. She focused on that feeling, letting all the anger go through her veins to her left hand, and she turned around, grabbing the woman's wrist, relishing as the woman screamed, trying to writhe out of her freezing cold grasp.
Evelyn looked at her hand, feeling shocked but exhilarated when she came to see purple smoke pouring out through her hand, which wrapped around the woman's wrist, shooting up to her arm, her shoulder, her neck, turning into a dagger tip as it neared her throat. Before Evelyn could even register what was happening, the purple smoke shot up and into the woman's mouth, making her throat and eyes bulge. She tried to choke out a scream, but none came, the smoke trapping the woman's breath in her lungs. Her eyes turned back to black, and Evelyn could see the demon was trying to escape its body, but to no avail.
Suddenly the demon's black eyes faded to a normal, human eye colour. The purple smoke curled back out of the woman's throat, and the woman passed out at her feet. The purple smoke just absorbed itself back into her wrist, looking darker than before, with strands of black slowly fading into its midst.
Evelyn turned, only to be pulled back around as someone yanked her hair from behind. She fell backwards, landing on her back, and her attacker stood over her. He brought up his knife, and leaned in to her face, centimetres away. He raised his knife, ready to bring it crashing down on her head.
But Evelyn grinned, and brought up her hands to be next to his head. She clapped her hands over his ears as hard as she could, releasing her 'powers', watching as they slid into his body, destroying the demon inside but somehow still keeping the human soul intact.
Hearing someone stumbling beside her, she flipped, wrapping her left leg around the man's throat, landing hard on the ground. She looked into his eyes, ready to release her powers into him, but choked on her own breath, realising she was in fact choking Dean.
She quickly released him, stumbling into a standing position and helping him to his feet.
"Oh my God, I-I-I'm so sorry, are y-you al-alright, Mr.…?"She trailed off, not actually knowing anything other than his first name and that he had a knife still in his hand. Dammit, Evelyn, why do you always have to annoy the wrong people, huh?
"It's quite alright, miss. I'm Dean Winchester, at your service." He proceeded to go into an exaggerated bow, rolling out his hand to her and looking like he was going to kill himself laughing. He looked up with a dorky grin, which faltered as he looked to her side.
She saw his eyes harden and he whispered something with so much venom and passion she felt like he'd seen Lucifer himself behind her.
Evelyn turned, standing in a defensive position and holding her arms over her head, fists clenched.
She realized there was no imminent threat, at least not to her. The man with the dark hair, Cas, was on his knees, his blade being run down his side by a demon while some others held him on the floor, grinning with maniacal laughter, and there was a weird white light shining out of his cut. He was screaming.
Dean pushed past her, sprinting towards the demon, and Evelyn followed suit. Dean launched himself at the man, Cas's, attacker, slamming his face repeatedly into the concrete.
Evelyn caught Cas before he fell to his side with pain, hoisting his arm around his shoulder. She gritted her teeth, pulling him up and taking him limping to the passenger seat of the car. She left him there, looking like he was trying to tell her something, but she heard one of the men yelling in pain, and she turned away to join the fight.
She ran at the nearest person slamming her palm into their chin, releasing that energy and watching in fascination that still hadn't worn off. She stepped over their body, surveying the dramatic scene before her.
The two men, Dean and the tall man, were fighting the horde of demons that relentlessly attacked them, barley getting a breath between being punched, kicked and slashed at with an assortment of weapons.
Then Evelyn saw two people walking around the corner of the motel, a middle aged woman with short blonde hair and a guy who looked to be about seventeen. They saw what was happening before them, shock clear on their faces, and then the woman pulled out a freaking knife!
Jesus, Evelyn thought, is it mandatory for everyone in America to carry a knife or something?
The woman charged at the nearest demon, chanting a Latin exorcism Evelynn recognised from her Latin class she took. The guy, on the other hand, seemed to be looking frantically for someone. Recognition dawned on his face as he saw Cas in the passenger seat, looking like he was going to pass out.
The guy started to stride towards her, an alarmingly thunderous look on his face as he got nearer and nearer to her. She stood staring at him, frozen in confusion and fear, trying to choke out he words to tell him she was on his side. At least she thought she was.
Well crap, I'm so screwed, was the only competent thought she could muster before he raised his palm to slam into her face, a weird crackling orange lightning like the on the demons gave off when they died in his palm.
Just as he was bringing his palm down to her, she felt a strange feeling by her shoulder blade, and a heavy weight on her shoulder. Then there was something pulling her back in a gust of wind.
She fell, landing on her backside, scrambling to her feet. The guy stood staring at her in shocked silence. No, he was staring at something behind her.
She turned, bringing her fist up in case, only for her hand to brush against something silkily soft. Feathers.
"WHAT THE F-," she turned around more to look at them, only to make eye contact with a 7 year old boy who was staring at her wings in wonder. "F-f-frick frack snick snack are these?"
Wow, well done, you have been attacked, you've literally been stabbed for god's sake, and you are still worrying about swearing in front of a kid? Well done there, you complete twerp.
She looked at the little boy, who was grinning. "Wings," he said, his eyes turning black.
"SON OF A BITCH!" she yelled, lifting her leg up and slamming her foot into his face, releasing her powers and making sure the boys head didn't hit the ground as he fell.
The smoke swirled back into her skin, and she quickly picked the boy up, running to the nearest bush and chucking him behind it, away from the fight. She realised she needed to heal his injuries, so she stroked his face gently, releasing her powers, but this time willing them to heal him. It worked, and it felt as natural as breathing to her. Weird.
She moved away from the boy, still feeling wary about the bloody wings on her back, seeing he was OK and completely unconscious before returning to the fight.
Well, there's not much of a fight left, is there? She thought, seeing the tall man exorcise the last demon, with the help of the two new people.
Dean was kneeling next to Cas, with the car door wide open as he worried over his cuts.
She walked over to the group of three, who'd finished exorcising the demon.
"Uh… hi… my name is, um, Evelyn Woods. I have literally no idea what's going on here, I mean, this isn't even my body, let alone my, uh, dimension, I think. I don't have anywhere to go and I feel like I should stick with you, I think you could help me figure out this mess… if that's alright, that is…" she faltered, not knowing what else to say. She looked into the tall man's brown eyes, "please?"
He looked at her, and smiled softly saying, "I'm sure its fine, kid, I'll just have to talk with Dean and Mary. I'm Sam by the way, and this is Jack and Mary." He gestured towards the woman and the youngish looking guy. The woman, Mary smiled and waved, saying "Hi," while the guy, Jack studied her silently.
He must be Cas's kid, thought Evelyn, he stares a lot.
"Hey guys, Cas is losing a helluva lot of blood over here, we need to get him to the bunker or another motel soon." Dean was starting to look quite worried about what Evelyn assumed was his partner, with the look in his eyes as he saw him in pain, surely he must have been.
"I-I believe I could, umm heal him… if you'd let me, that is…?" she faltered again, cursing herself for being so shy, when a few minutes ago she'd almost killed one of them on accident. Okay, maybe you do have a reason to be shy then.
Dean looked at her quizzically, only just realising she had wings," Uh, sure, if you can do it I don't see why not. But are you an angel or something? I don't understand anything you've told me in the last few minutes at all."
She glanced at her wings, which were and opalescent colour in the light, and looked back at him, "Trust me, even I don't understand what's happened, I've only been her for, like, twenty minutes or something. But I'm sure I can do this. Well I'm mostly sure I can, I don't have that much experience 'n' all, but I'm pretty sure I can do it. Right, let's go."
She walked over to Cas, who looked half asleep, but he was trying to fight off the exhaustion. She lowered her hand to his side, willing for her powers to work, but only a small amount came out, barely stopping the blood from pouring out. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her hardest for it to work, and then all of a sudden a gust of smoke pooled out of her hand into his cut, leaving only a thin scab behind, which now looked a few days old. She only had a few seconds to admire her cool-ass work, before collapsing to the ground with exhaustion.
Whoops, that didn't exactly go as planned, maybe I'm not quite used to this yet. Who'd have thought that, huh? Stupid little twerp. Honestly, you're ridiculous. She groaned with pain and exhaustion, rolling onto her back. She turned her head to glance at Cas, who was quietly looking at someone in front of the car. When she looked she saw that it was Dean who was staring at her, but from a distance, with his knife still drawn.
She tried to smile at him, but it came out as a grimace, which she decided to just give up on. Her head lolled to the side, as she started to drift to sleep, feeling the wings, her wings, curling around her.
Noctem was then by her side, nuzzling her face softly, trying to keep her awake.
She felt someone kneel down beside her, gently moving her wings aside. She jumped, not used to people touching her, let alone her sensitive wings, which she still couldn't get her head over.
The person, Sam, as it appeared to be, raised their hands like they were calming a horse or a scared puppy, saying," Hey, hey, it's all alright now, no need to be afraid kid. You just need to keep awake for me, and I'll get you in the car, its fine, you can trust us, and your, uh, wolf can come too. I'll put your bag in the trunk, here let me get it." He helped her sit up, her head resting on his shoulder, too wiped out to keep it up.
"Wait, I read in the letter that I have a Harley motorbike, I think I saw it parked over by the fire exit. The keys are in my pocket, here you go. What should we do with it?" she blurted out the words in a rush, trying her hardest to think straight.
You, think straight? Never gonna happen, is it? She chuckled gently at her own joke. Jesus I'm completely shattered.
She handed Sam the keys, who whistled appreciatively. "Nice wheels, kid. Don't worry about your bike, I can ride it for you. Here, I'll help you into the back, there you go." He picked her up, like her wings weren't even there gently laying her down in the back. He closed the door after Noctem had climbed into her foot well, nuzzling her palm.
She then closed her eyes, knowing that she was safe with these people, and only slightly creeped out by Cas still watching her as she drifted off to sleep.
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