I was back in the motel room, alone this time.
After Castiel had finally finished lecturing me about angels and their different bonds towards humans Dean had called Sam over who was just as confused as I was. I had no idea what was going on so I decided to head back to our room. And here I was, sitting on the edge of my bed staring into the sunset. Since I was a little kid I'd always needed some time on my own to think about things, first there where little things to think about, whether I'd wear a skirt or a jeans, whether I'd eat my veggies or not. But this needed some more time to think. So mister tall, dark and handsome down there who also appeared to be an angel was my soul mate? I nearly chocked on my coffee. Placing the mug onto the bedside table I thought about the little chat I just had with Castiel. He appeared to be quite friendly, a little weird for sure but friendly. Maybe the Winchesters where just playing a prank on me? No. Sam and Dean had been far too confused to be pretending it. Their reactions where real.
I flinched as the door opened with a noisy, squeaky sound. "Grace? Everything okay?" Sam had closed the door behind him and was about to sit down next to me.
"Hmm? Yeah everything's-I mean-Yeah. I'm fine." I replied, shaking my head. Looking up at Sam I whispered. "Please tell me this is just a really bad dream. A really, really bad dream."
"C'mere." He replied and pulled me into his embrace.
"Sam?" I asked after a while.
"Yes?" His grip tightened around my waist, as if he was trying to protect me from things only he could see.
"This isn't just a bad dream, is it?" He wasn't answering right away and I knew it wasn't. My dreams where never this long and all of this was too real to simply be a dream.
"Grace?" The voice came from a place far away and it took me some time to realize I'd been drifting off to sleep. My neck was hurting and I stretched my legs out before opening my eyes. "Sam?" I asked sleepily and looked at him. "I'm sorry." I muttered and crawled into my bed. I'd fallen asleep, cosily curled up in his lap and compared to the warmth of his body the bed felt cold.
"No worries, shortstuff." He ruffled my hair but I was just too tired to say something mean in return. He'd been calling me that since the first day we met. Yeah I was short, but not that short either and he basically said it to annoy me.
I had no idea whether it was night or day. The motel room was still dark but I could hear Dean snoring and Sam shuffling around in his sleep so I assumed it was still night. But I definitely couldn't go back to sleep just like that. I got up, slowly and quite since I didn't want to wake the brothers. They'd most definitely drag me back to bed. Grabbing a new shirt and some pair of shorts I went into the bathroom to get changed, grabbed my phone and left the motel room. I knew that it wasn't the best idea to go out on my own in the dark but I was a grown up, I'd learned how to fight and how to protect myself so it was no biggie for me. I plugged my headphones into my phone, flipped through my playlists until I'd found the one titled 'Running' and just did what I always did when I needed to not think for a while.
I ran and ran and ran. A thin bead of sweat trickling down my face. My breathing became heavier and heavier and at some point I knew I had to stop but ignored it, well for a while. I knew I just had to make it around the corner and the motel would be back in my sight but something stopped me. No. Someone stopped me. I gasped, tried to catch my breath. Was that-?
"Castiel?" Tilting my head, I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, hoping that I was just imagining him standing there. But as I opened my eyes again nothing had changed and he was still there.
I feel so untouched and I want you so much… With a groan I pulled the headphones out of my ears and pressed the pause button on my phone. By now he was standing right in front of me, looking at me in that confused but still somehow cute way. Cute? Alarmed by my own thoughts I took a few steps backwards.
"I assume that you still don't feel comfortable with this bond we share?" He asked.
"To be honest. I don't. What-I mean are you stalking me?" I raised a brow, arms crossed in front of my chest. He looked even more confused, still not answering my question.
"Castiel it's like 5 in the morning. What are you doing here?" Now something made click, he straightened himself and looked at me.
"Well since we do share a bond I thought I might look after you. Also Dean asked me to keep an eye on you, which I assume means the same." He simply replied and I shook my head in return. Son of a bitch. I'd eat all of his pie as soon as we'd get back to the bunker.
"Castiel?" I asked as sweetly as I could. "Would you be a dear and just flutter off to the motel or whatever you angels do to jump from place to place? I'll be there in a bit."
He looked at me in a strange way. "Why would I want to be a deer?"
I sighed, facepalmed and continued making my way back to the motel. The sound of flapping wings made me turn around. But he was gone. And the thought of being all alone made my heart ache. "Fuck that…" I muttered.