"Bring it on bitch!" You yelled at the female wolf, she was poised to charge at you. She growled, and began to run straight for you.
You lifted up your gun and aimed for her heart. Just when you were going to pull the trigger another wolf hit you from the back. Knocking you onto the gravely pavement, the male wolf dug his claws into your side flipping you over and climbing to pin you down.
The girl wolf was on you now, punching and scratching your face. You screamed as the guy's claws dug deep into your forearms. You knew that coming before the boys was a bad idea. They warned you not too.
The girl grabbed onto your shoulders and pulled you from underneath the guy, yanking you up onto your feet. Her eyes were filling with anger and you thought that that was the moment you were going to die.
"Hey!" You heard a yell and a gunshot, and then suddenly the guy was dead. Dean. The girl dropped you and sprinted back into the alley way, her footsteps fading quickly. You body hit the ground hard, landing on the butt of your gun. It jabbed into your side and you cried out.
Sam was first by your bleeding form and Dean shortly after. Sam called out your name as you began to shut your eyes.
"Sorry, guys." You whispered, barely even audible. One of the boys touched your hand and you tried to grip onto it. Trying to show that you were okay, you gripped the sleeve and groaned because your fingers were cut and bleeding from the fall.
"We need to get her back to the motel now!" Dean's voice echoed like he was far away. One of them picked you up from the ground and carried you to the car.


After the brutal beating you received from the werewolves last night, Dean and Sam decided that you should stay in bed today. Your face was bruised and bleeding, along with your arms, legs and well your whole body. You were sore, god damn, were you sore. When Sam put you down onto the bed late last night you didn't feel much, now everything was throbbing.
Sam sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, "We're going to go and finish the job, okay?" He put a gentle hand on your cheek and gave you a stern smile.
"If you need anything, you pray to Cas." Dean raised his eyebrows as he gave you the order, "Call us if he doesn't flap his wings right after you ask."
"Okay, Dean." You paused, forcing a smile, "Go kill that bitch for me."
They smiled at you and went out the door, locking it behind them.


You must have slept for a good few hours. You felt a little better, but knew you couldn't deal with sitting in bed alone all day. So you decided to pray.
You closed eyes, "Uhm… hey Cas? I'm hurt. I need some company. Can you flutter down and help me?"
A flap of wings and you opened your eyes. Castiel's eyes were on you, examining you; they were filling with confusion, and sadness?
"Hi, Castiel." You smiled at him, company felt good.
"Y/N. Why haven't you called for me earlier?" Castiel's voice was gravelly and he sat close to you on the bed.
"What? No hello?" He squinted at you and you frowned, "You've been real busy lately, okay? I can heal on my own."
He tilted his head and reached up to touch your face. His strong touch stung when he first began to press his hand into your cheek but then your body felt as if it was floating. Everything that had been broken or bruised was being healed. Your heart felt like it was going to fly out of your chest. The pressure inside your entire being was incredible, everything was a bright light. Then in a flash it was over.
He pulled his hand back to his body and his eyes traveled all over your face, "There," he nodded, "all better."
You looked all over your arms and smiled at the look of normal skin, "Thank you Cas!" you smiled then threw your arms around his shoulders.
Castiel's arms faltered and he stayed still under your touch, other than his now rapid heartbeat, "You're welcome"
When you let Cas out of your arms he stood up and you knew he was going to leave, you scrambled for words, "No, no! Please don't leave Cas. Stay and… stay with me, please."
Castiel tilted his head at you again, "Alright." He sat back on the bed and moved around to be more comfortable. He stared at you. He looked like he was trying to read your mind.
"What's going on up in that head of yours, Cas?" You asked, pulling up your legs and resting your chin on them.
He looked at you, head now straight, and pulled himself higher up on the bed, "I was thinking why it was that I've healed you, but you still are yearning for something from me."
"And how do you know that?"
"Y/N. I know a lot about you. I know that when Dean and Sam leave you at motels because the hunt is too dangerous, you dance around to Dean's albums. I know that you don't keep your hair in that cut because it's easier to manage. It's because that's how you feel most beautiful." He paused, his lips cracking a small smile, "I know that when no one is watching you like to sketch drawings of Dean and Sam. They are beautiful, those drawings. But the most important thing I know is that you are the best thing that has happened to all of us."
Your mouth was hanging open when Castiel finished. You couldn't believe that anyone would ever pay that much attention to you. You were simple, and you didn't believe that you had any of this amazing-ness that Cas was describing.
"Me?" You whispered, "I've only known the brothers for a few months…"
"Yes, that may be true but I've known you since you were created in heaven. It was my job to see that you were high-quality."
You giggled at Cas, "High-quality?"
His face filled with the color pink as he tried to think of a word that he could use, "Beautiful. Is what I meant."
Your heart did a flip, "Beautiful?"
"Does that word now have a different meaning? I mean it be a complement on how perfect your inner and outer appearances are."
This was a strange moment, you had never heard Cas something like this before. He cautiously lifted his hand and placed it on your knee, gently squeezing. He tried to force out a smile but it only made it onto one cheek. You stared at him, searching his face for a reason he was acting this way.
"Castiel, are you flirting with me?"
"That may have been a flirtation yes…" He seemed to blush, swallowing hard as he looked at you.
You fought back the smile that tried to force itself onto your face, "Cas… do have a crush on me?"
His face looked more confused than before, "A crush? Of course I am not crushed on you."
"No… Cas," You giggled.
"What is humorous about this?" He pulled himself fully upon the bed and got more comfortable in front of you.
"What's humorous Castiel is that crush doesn't mean that. It means… uhm," You paused, "I guess it's a little less than being in love with someone."
"Oh I see, but I still do not understand why it is called a 'crush', Y/N." Cas sighed.
"You don't have to understand the terminology to like someone." You patted the spot next to you on the bed, "Come here, Cas. Let's watch a movie."
Cas looked at you then got up from the bed and walked to the other side to scoot in. He sat at the edge at first, but moved closer to you as you flipped through the channels on the TV.
"Cas," You turned at looked at him, "You can come closer…. I, unlike Dean, like it when you violate my personal space."


The movie you had put on had gone on for maybe thirty minutes and Cas was really getting into it. So, you took the opportunity and rested your head on Castiel's shoulder. He tensed up at first but he soon relaxed into you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. Cas moved his legs closer, and placed his head on top of yours. You couldn't tell in that moment whose heart was beating faster.
He moved his head to kiss you on the cheek, "Y/N… I think I may have a crush on you." He mumbled.
You smiled without looking at him, "I have a crush on you too, Cas."