I woke up with a start. It was 7:30am and Bobby wanted to get back to researching the 66 seals, so he had set an annoying alarm.
I groaned and threw my pillow over my head. Sam and Dean had left me with this nutcase while they were off to do a job. They said I wasn't experienced enough yet to go with them anywhere.
"Hey idjit. Wake up," Bobby said while walking out to the front room. I had been sleeping on the couch (which wasn't actually too bad to be quite honest).
I rolled over with a groan. The sun had barely even risen yet. "Bobby…" I yawned. "When will they be getting back?"
"You think I know?" Bobby's voice seemed farther away as if he might be in the kitchen. "Get yourself dressed. We need to do some more research."
I finally sat up and blinked my eyes a few times. The room was as musty as always. I pulled out my phone with its' cracked screen to see if Sam or Dean had texted me yet, but of course, they hadn't.
I was wearing one of Dean's dirty, old shirts. I wiped my eyes and walked to the almost ancient bathroom.
I slid of my clothes and went into the cold shower (Bobby was such a cheap skate, not wanting to use much hot water).
I shivered. To think just a few days ago I was living a normal life with Adam and my mom. We were happy and perfect.
I let the water spill over my tired face. I want to go back to that. I can't, I reminded myself.
After the shower, I found myself heading over to the kitchen where Bobby was deep in research.
"Did you eat yet?" I yawned.
"Ye… uh huh," he said, preoccupied with his work.
"Listen if you take a break, I don't think anybody will mind." I opened the fridge to attempt at making myself some breakfast. It was filled with beers like usual. I reached in the back and found an old loaf of bread. It wasn't moldy, so I guessed it was okay to eat.
Bobby put down his book and looked at me with seriousness spread across his face. "Lilith isn't resting, so neither are we. Sam and Dean will be high on Lucifer's kill list once he gets out. We can't let them die."
"Why can't that angel guy… uh… Cas, right?" I looked over at Bobby and he nodded his head. "...Just like save them." I pulled a knife out from one the drawers and cut a slice of bread off.
"Do you not understand angels? They aren't just able to stop everything that's happening-" A ring from Bobby's phone made him stop talking. He picked up one of the many cell phones that he had spread across the table and began talking.
I munched into my bread and sat down across the table from Bobby.
"What do you mean he's gone?" Bobby said with frustration in his voice.
I took another bite of bread and looked at Bobby.
"Be safe out there boys." Bobby hung up the phone and set it on the table.
"Was that Sam?"
"No. Dean. Apparently Cas isn't in his vessel anymore."
I took another bite of bread and slowly chewed it, keeping my eyes on Bobby while waiting for him to say more.
He said nothing more about Cas and asked me for another beer.
I got up and grabbed him one.
"Thanks," he muttered while taking it from my hand. "You can have one if you want."
"Bobby… I'm sixteen…"
"So…?" he shrugged and chuckled. "You've got Winchester blood in you and you haven't even had a beer yet?"
I went back to the fridge and swung it open. I guess Mom won't mind too much now? I grabbed one and popped the cap off.
It smelled disgusting. I coughed at the smell then took a small sip.
"Bobby!" I yelled while running over to the sink to spit it out. "It tastes like rat piss."
He started laughing, like genuinely laughing. It was nice to see him off guard and happy.
I started laughing too and sat down next to Bobby. He had multiple books lying on the table, so I took one to read it.
I woke up to the sound of Bobby's phone ringing. I had fallen asleep on top of one of the books and the sun was now starting to fall.
Bobby grabbed his phone and turned the speaker on.
"Dean?" Bobby said gruffly.
"Yeah. It's me. Listen Bobby… we have a problem."
"What's the issue?"
"It's Sam. He's been drinking demon blood and somehow it let's him exorcise demons. I don't know what it does and why it does it, but…"
"We can put him in the panic room then figure out what to do. Get him over here before all chaos breaks loose."
"You can't put him in there!" I shouted. Bobby looked at me startled.
"It's what's best. We have to."
"We can't!" I insisted, sadness was evident in my voice.
"Cas will take care of her… just get the panic room ready. Oh and make some bullshitty excuse up for Sam while you're at it."
"Hurry over here," Bobby replied while shutting his phone.
"You can't be serious." I pushed the book that I used as a pillow shut.
"Do you have any better ideas? That boy could kill us all. He just needs to be in there while we figure out what to do?"
"And Bobby, help him. Please. I don't want to lose another brother." I stood up and walked to the couch where I'd been sleeping.
My fingers slid to my the mark on my arm It didn't hurt anymore, but it was still evident on my skin as if it were a reminder that my normal life was now gone.
"Hey, you and your brother better shag ass to my place ASAP," Bobby's voice sounded from the kitchen.
I slid my face into a pillow. That damn angel better do something to help Sam.
"The apocalypse, genius. Now get your asses over here."
I pushed my face farther into the pillow and screamed out of frustration.
Within twenty minutes, they arrived. The impala's lights were shining in through the window.
Dean entered first and was soon followed by Sam. A third guy that I'd never met before came in after them.
I sat up and looked at them. Should I warn Sam? I decided to restrain myself.
"Is this the angel?" I asked innocently.
"Yes. This is him," Dean said, clearly distracted by what was going to happen.
Castiel didn't say anything. He just looked in my direction and nodded his head.
"He doesn't look like anything special."
Bobby walked into the room with a gun slung over his shoulder. "Come on boys, I have something important to show ya."
I went to follow after them, but Cas stopped me.
"Stay with me," he said with a weird voice.
"What's up with your voice. It sounds like you're a machine."
Cas looked at me quizzically. "A machine? Why would I be a machine?"
"You just- oh nevermind. Hey Cas. I'm going to use the restroom."
"Stay here until they're done," he insisted, grabbing on my arm to stop any attempt I was going to make.
"But Cas…" I got quiet and looked him in the eyes. "Lady things," I whispered to him.
"Lady… things?" he said slowly as if to test out the words.
"I'm on my period, Cas. Let me go."
"Oh." His face turned slightly red and his fingers quickly released his grip on my arm.
I began to walk towards the restroom. That's one of the things I learned from having a brother; you can get out of anything by mentioning your private woman issues.
I looked back at Cas to see if he was still looking at me. He was staring out the window. The redness was beginning to fade from his cheeks.
I took this as an opportunity to run for it. My feet carried me down the stairs and into the dark basement.
Panic room… Panic room… My eyes quickly scanned the room until I found them. They were at the side of the large room where a large metal door was located.
"You are. This is for your own good," Bobby said with a scary tone to his voice. Dean and Bobby both reached for the metal door and slammed it shut as Sam walked into the room.
"Sam!" I exclaimed while running at them.
"Dammit Cas," Dean muttered as he turned to face me.
Bobby latched the door and Sam ran up to the window that was located on the door.
"Guys? Hey, hey. What?" Sam looked confused and upset.
"Sam!" I was too late. Dean's arm wrapped around my torso and I was suspended from the air.
Bobby's hand slid over the cold metal one last time as he latched the window shut.
I shook uncontrollably in Dean's arms. "Let me down!"
"This isn't funny. Guys! Hey! Guys?" Sam shouted as Dean began the upward climb to the main floor.
My heart dropped in my chest and I gave up struggling.
Maybe they were right. Maybe it's for the best...
