Chapter 3
Castiel's tolerance levels dropped. "If you insist." he said, rolling his eyes a bit. Before Diana could move, Castiel had put his hand on her shoulder and they were both in a musty hotel room. Diana fell onto one of the beds in the room, much softer than she could have imagined. Castiel stood near the door. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? I shall send your brother to your home tomorrow to collect your things." With that Castiel was gone, leaving Diana alone.
After raging at the creep who had just kidnapped her, she looked around the room and figured that there was nothing she could put over her pajamas. Defeated she curled into a ball and struggled to keep her breathing normal, for an overwhelming sense of fear overcame her.
Castiel had flown over to a diner where Dean had been enjoying a slice of pie and flirting with a waitress. "I have found her, Dean." Cas said, quickly walking over to Dean, giving a small smirk when the waitress walked away. "I am going to need you to retrieve some of her things from her home. In the meantime, I must get back to her to make sure she doesn't try and get out." As always, Castiel was gone before he had the chance to respond.
Diana threw a knife at the wall upon Castiel's unwanted entrance. Though she missed by a mile, the knife dug itself into the wall a good inch, "Go away." She hissed, before hugging her knees to her chest once again.
"Not possible, Diana. I have sent someone to get your things. Is there anything else that you would like?" Cas walked over to the wall and retrieved the knife, before transporting it back into her hand. Instinctively she blindly threw it again. Castiel noted that it hit the exact same groove in the wall, but ignored it this time.
"I. Want. To. Go. Home." Diana cursed. Castiel answered quickly, knowing that was the only thing she was really concerned about at the time. "Once again: not possible. Diana, we need you to help in this fight."
"And If I refuse, Castiel?" She yelled springing to her feet. "What then?"
"Being a Winchester, you won't refuse that opportunity to avenge you family." Cas examined the wall again. When he pulled the knife from the wall, he examined the familiar structure. 'Dean has one just like this.' he thought. His head lifted towards her in disbelief.
"I already avenged my family." She hissed. "You're pushing me into a life that I don't want. I don't know any of the people that you're talking about. They left me, whether their reasons were justified or not! How can I avenge those who I don't care about?" She growled.
"Yet, they loved you and cared about you so much, that they saved your life. They didn't want you to have the life. You can trust me when I say; they never wanted to leave you. They love you, Diana. Your mother is still crying as we speak." Castiel looked up. He could see Mary in heaven, looking over all three of her children, and crying. The whole situation was nearly bringing Cas to tears.
She ran her hands through her honey colored hair and closed her eyes, trying not to yell. She started arguing with herself, different voices coinciding with the different personalities bottled up inside her.
Cas soon snapped back to reality when he heard Diana mumbling. He walked over to her, and knelt in front of her. "Diana, look at me." he said.
"But... I... No." She snapped at Castiel, rolling her head around and closing her eyes.
Cas lightly touched her hand, calming her down. "Please look at me, Diana. I can help." he said.
She opened her eyes, and was surprised to see his face impassive. A part of her shrieked with discontent.
"Do you trust me, Diana?" Castiel said, lifting his hand away from hers and reaching it towards her face.
"Trust an angel? That's a hard choice." She cackled.
Cas' eyes were soft; his face was on the verge of crying. He really wanted to help her. "Please, Diana. Trust me."
"Son of a bitch", she cursed in her normal voice. She took his hand, but didn't comment on the forming tears.
Cas lightly placed his hand on her cheek, feeling all the pain inside her mind. He wove through her thoughts and saw the people walking around. He put them in cages, locked the doors. When he came back to her own frame of mind, he etched in her mind that he would keep her safe. "Feel better, Diana?" he said, wincing at the pain that now filled his own body.
She sighed, putting her forehead against his for a second. "W-what did you do?" She asked nervously, still holding on to his hand.
"I helped." he said simply."Don't you feel better?" he asked again. His body was throbbing, but he wouldn't let it show. He didn't need her to feel worry or guilt. He helped for the time being, and that was all that mattered.
"Yes... I suppose..." She looked around not recognizing anything. "Where am I? Where's Rose?" She asked worried about her little sister.
"You're in the hotel room I brought you to, Diana. Who's Rose?" Cas hadn't heard a single word about the girl before, nor found a thought on his way through her brain.
"She's my sister… I haven't seen her… In a really long time." Diana whispered, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. Castiel muttered something unintelligible but it sounded something along the lines of "Why?" But he trailed off fearing that he already knew the answer. "I… I don't know… We were out hunting and then… This is where I end up…"
"You don't remember anything until this point?" Castiel was a bit confused, but somewhat understood what had happened in the day's entirety. "Do you have any idea how long ago you two went hunting, Diana?"
"What's the date?"
Cas looked at her, tilting his head to the side in a confused manner. "April 15, 2012."
"One year, two months and three days…" She whispered solemnly.
Castiel's eyes widened a bit, "So you mean to tell me that you haven't been yourself for over a year?" Diana stared at the ground in confusion, wondering what had happened in the time that she missed. "Okay. Just get some sleep, or something. You're safe." Castiel was slightly annoyed, now. Another person to learn about- Joy. Diana crawled in bed and drifted off immediately and memories of the past year flooded her mind in the form of dreams.
Castiel had gone to help Dean gather all of Diana's things from her home. Dean had left shortly after Cas had arrived, complaining of being hungry. Castiel was once again left alone. Back at the hotel Diana stirred in her sleep. She woke up suddenly and saw no one in the room, so she tied her boots and walked across the street to the diner she saw outside her window.
She seated herself at the counter and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her entering but there was barely any people there, and those that were sat about idly eating and drinking whatever they had. Diana was startled when a waitress asked for her order. "Coffee and if you have pie, some of that." She smiled up at the stranger who gave her an annoyed glance but she brushed it off. Diana let her head rest on the table to process everything when the chair next to her squeaked out of place.
"I'll have what she's havin'." Chuckled a deep but friendly voice. Diana looked up and caught the eye of a man about her age with strikingly green eyes, and deep brown hair. His wry smile made her want to giggle but she held in the temptation. "Hey there." Said the stranger, "I'm Dean." Showing off his bright white smile, of course. He extended his hand for a proper introduction, which Diana took cautiously.
"I'm Diana," She smiled, "It's a pleasure."
"Good choice in food by the way." Dean said gesturing down to his plate, a chunk of pie already in his mouth. "So what brings you around this dive? It's a pretty boring town for a pretty little thing like yourself. Shouldn't you be out in some big city modeling jeans or somethin'?"
Diana almost choked on her pie, "You're funny. I'm staying at the motel across the street. You're right about the place being a dive though." She took a sip of her coffee, enjoying the bitter taste.
Dean exclaimed that he was saying in the same place and noted that he took his coffee the same way, he chuckled as they took a bite of pie at the same time. The finished their coffee simultaneously as well and the glasses clinked down and Diana waved the waitress over for more. "This is kinda strange, don't you think? How similar we're acting?" He asked.
"Pie is awesome." Diana stated matter-of-factly, "I don't really see anything strange there." She finished her pie and pushed the plate away, and went to chug her second cup of coffee.
"Couldn't agree with you more on that one, hun. Want anything else?" Dean attempted to charm her, realizing that he would be lying if he said she wasn't gorgeous. "It's on me, sweetie."
"Actually," She stood up, slapping a twenty dollar bill on the counter. "It's on me, Dean." She gave him a wink and a bright-eyed smile before walking to the door. Dean smiled in awe.
"Woah." He laughed. "Woah. Woah. Woah. No. You can't just pay for my pie and walk away like that. Dinner. Tonight. Around… 7? I really do mean my treat then." He blushed a bit, "If you're up for it that is." He nervously ruffled his hair, but realized that he didn't care about the fact that he was nervous. He wanted to go on an actual date together, it was obvious that they had chemistry, and he wasn't going to let that slip away.
She chuckled, continuing to walk out the door, "I'll go to my room and meet you back here in about 20 minutes? I've got to get out of these pajamas." The cold bit through her tanktop, but she took another step out Dean following.
"Sounds perfect, but uh…" He paused, smiling at her pajamas, which he didn't even notice before she brought them up. "I don't see anything wrong with those. Your shirt brings out your eyes."
She shivered with a muttered thanks, and crossed her arms over her chest. Dean watched her move towards the street, "Want a ride? We are kinda going to the same place."
Diana chuckled musically, "I don't take rides from strangers, perhaps I'll let you give me a ride back from our date."
"Well, let's not be strangers then!" He chased after her. "It's not that hard. Ready? BAM! Not strangers anymore." He laughed at himself, "Come on? I'll feel terrible if I let a cute little thing like you walk back in the cold like this." He tapped the roof of his Impala, stopping next to it as she was about to pass. "I've got my nice warm baby here." She shook her head in denial and kept walking. "I'll pick you up and throw you in if I have to." His smile faded when she kept walking but the smile she wore was taking over and she turned around to face him.
"I would have to kill you, and before you comment, I'm highly capable of doing so.." She giggled and finished her run there.
Dean sighed as her watched her finish crossing the street. He closed the door and let his car idle for a minute before pulling out and crossing the street. He parked the impala in front of his room and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. Once inside the room, he walked to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. When he was finished, he touched up his stubble and threw on a pair of dark jeans and a navy t-shirt. He added a black over shirt and his dad's leather jacket. He fixed his hair and plopped onto his bed realizing he had finished in about five minutes.
Simultaneously, Diana had watched him enter his room, and then proceeded to get ready herself. She was glad that Castiel wasn't back, because she almost feared that he wouldn't let her go. She tied her hair back in a braid and pulled off her pajamas before slipping back into clean jeans and a black tank. She grabbed her green and brown flannel, wanting to show Dean what the right shirt could do to her eyes. Last, she slipped into her leather boots and jacket before returning to the bathroom to fix her make-up and slip her favorite knives into her shoes, and sliding her larger ones into her coat pocket. She finished early and decided to head back over to the diner.
Dean noticed that she was halfway across the road when he was about to start his Impala before he recognized the dark eyes of a demon enclosing on the frail-looking girl.
"Watcha doin' there cutie?" He asked reaching out for Diana's hips, he swaggered closer, though she seemed stoic the entire time. "Must be going on a date with the cute little make-up job you have going for you." He laughed loudly, and Dean ran over grabbing him by the collar and shoving him to the ground, planting a bullet firmly between his eyes.
"You okay?" He asked hastily.
Diana saw another black-eyed demon walking up the road towards the corpse. "You didn't have to go and do all that," She paused digging around in her boot, "I can…" She threw the knife in a perfect line, smiling wickedly as it hit in the same spot that Dean's bullet had on the other's head. "Take care of myself."
"Well then." Dean said with a shake of his head, "Looks like we're becoming closer and closer as the night progresses." He looked around to make sure nothing was amiss before offering his arm to her, "Shall we continue on this most adventurous night of ours, mi'lady?" He mocked as she went to retrieve her knife. She meticulously wiped it on her victim's shirt before slipping it into her boot once again and returning to take his arm.
"Well of course."
