I stumbled into the motel room, Dean holding me up, laughing as he did so. A sober Sam following us in.
"Dean, she drank you under the table" he laughed flipping on the flights. I laughed harder, I was completely fucking plastered. Dean dropped me onto the single bed in my motel room. Dean had bet me I couldn't do more shots than him because I was younger than his, and his sister, I'd obviously beat him by a landslide.
"We're going to check into our own room" Sam said, shaking our head at the two of us "You'll be okay, Jordan?"
"I'll be super duper" I slurred, curling up on my bed. Sam chuckled, and walked out the door with a stumbling Dean.
Suddenly I'm in Sam's old nursery, I'm standing in the corner, I can't move my own limbs.
"John? Is he hungry?" my head snaps towards the door and a smile spilts on to my face.
"Mom?" I breathe
"Shh" I hear from Sam's crib, yellow eyesis standing over him, smiling down at baby Sam hungrily.
"Alright" Mom said dismissavely, half asleep.I had to sand watching in the corner as Sam had to get demon blood dripped into his mouth. Then came the shrill call of my mom as she figured out what was happening-
"Sammy!" she bursts into the room, yellow eyes spins around, throwing her into the wall. I try to scream as she moves up the wall at a sickeningly slow pace. When she finally gets to the room a red stain appears on her stomach as she tried to scream. I can feel myself writhing even though I wasn't moving at all, my lungs screaming for help with no noise coming out. She lets out a bloodcurdling scream and yellow eyes just disappear.
I see dad coming into the room a minute later, he scans it for a second before walking over to I can't help but wish I'd known him at this age, not knowing a thing about demons or what was about to happen. I try to scream for him to look up but it sticks in my throat and is forced back down. I see a drop of mom's blood drip on to dad's hand, he frowns at it as a couple more drop down. He looks around slowly and sees mom, is eyes widen and he falls to the floor, I feel the heat on my face as the room burts into flame anddad is screaming moms name.
I wake with a start, my breaths coming out in sharp gasps. I sit up slowly, I'm covered in a cold sweat and my drunkenness is replaced with the mother of all hang overs. I feel a gust of wind on my face and look up to see Cas looking down on me.
"Jordan" he breathes "You're call was reaching me, are you alright"
"I'm fine" I lie, rubbing my temples "bad dream"
"Well, alright, if you are well" he says, I reach out quickly to grab his arm. He looks back quickly.
"wait" I say sharply, completely shaken by my nightmare "Please, don't go"
Castiel looks slightly confused by the situation "I lied" I continue "I'm really not fine at all"
He pulls a chair from the other side of the room and sits in front of me "I believe, in these situations, it is customary to talk about it"
"Ah really" I smirk "If i must?''
"It's your decision Jordan, I cannot make you do anything, well I could but I would refrain from doing it to you"
"I dreamt about my parents deaths" I said rubbing my forehead "I don't even know if it's what actually happened or if my imagination is being a bitch"
"They're only dreams Jordan" Cas said softly, I sigh heavily.
"But they're dreams of things that actually happened" I reply, Cas seems to not know what to say to this.
"Take my mind of it" I practically whisper, he cocks his head at me, confused.
"What do you mean?"
"God dammit Cas, just talk to me about something" I said, shuffling across my bed, closer to him. He looks down, looking slightly flustered.
"I wouldn't know what to say"
"Anything" I say, reaching over, lifting his chin so he looks me in the eyes. I never really noticed how blue his eyes atually were, or how blue his vessel's eyes are. "Wha's your favourite colour?"
"What?"
"Colours Cas" I chuckle "Which one is your favourite?"
"As in I would prefer one colour over another?" he asks, looking almost scandalised
"Yes" I laugh "Mine's probably blue" I add, searching his perfectly ocean blue eyes for any form of an answer. His eye colour is my new favourite.
"Green" he half smiles, looking into my green eyes. I can feel myself blushing slightly. I look at him, he's not what you would expect an angel to be. I have to keep reminding myself he's not human. Then a thought accors
"Cas?" I ask softly
"mh?"
"Are you, uh" I stumble "Are you, y'know, a virgin?"
I see his cheeks flush as he looks down, his mouth moving, trying to form words he can't seem to be able to get out.
"In a straight answer, yes, I am" he says after a minute ofsilence. I smirk at him.
"I might have to change that sometime" I say sofly, his eyes widen "Not tonight though big boy" I laugh, curling under the covers again "Besides, you'd have to buy me a drink first, goodnight Cas"
"Goodnight Jordan" he replies I can hear the smile in his voice
"Cas?" I ask quietly
"Mh?"
"Will you stay here tonight?" I say, glad it's dark because I'm blushing violenty "I just don't want to be alone"
"Of course" he says in his throaty voice, I smile to myself, closing my eyes and letting sleep wash over me.
X
I woke up the next morning and my head was thumping, bits and pieces of the night before coming back slowly. I hear a rustle in the corner of my room, I stiffened, my arm reaching upnder my pillow to grab my hanfgun. I spun around quickly and pointed it at the corner. I let out a sigh at, a slightly surprsied, Cas.
"Sorry" I chuckle, putting the safety on my gun, I rub a hand over my forehead "Not to sound rude, but why are you here?"
"You asked me to stay" he said
"Oh" I managed, trying to remember. Then it suddenly hit me what I'd said last night and groaned loudly "Ugh I'm sorry, I was hammered, you didn't have to stay"
"I wanted to" he said softly and I felt my cheeks heat up a little
"Well I'm going to take a shower, but you could stay, we're going hunting today I think" I said, awkwardly shuffling my feet.
"I should leave" he said "But I hope to be seeing you again soon" there was the familiar rustle of feathers and when I looked up he was gone. Sighing heavily to myself I walked into the shower.
I walked back into the motel room later that day, bloody and covered in salt but hey, we'd ganked that mother fucking spirt. Though he had gone down fighting, which was fair enough, I would have done the same. I walked into the bathroom, locking the door shut behind me. I sighed and turned on the cold water, standing in the shower and letting in run over all my cuts and scrapes, I looked down at the one on my thigh which might need stitches. I need to stop wearing shorts to hunts, I though to myself. A loud crash from outside make me almost slip in the shower. I quickly shut the shower off, grabbing a towel around myself, I ran into the room. Not sure how I could defend myself in a towel but hey-ho. I breathed a sigh of relief as it was just Cas, he was standing staring into space as Dean picked up the broken lamp from the bedside table. Cas appearing seemed to have scared him a little too much. When I burst into the room the three of them looked round at me, I blushed like crazy at the towel that was barely covering my ass. Cas's eyes flickered to my leg.
"That looks bad" he commented at the deep gash on my leg
"I'll live" I shrugged, Cas stepped forward and gently placed his index finger on my leg, I winced but soon felt nothing. I looked down and run my thumb along the faint pink line that had replaced the cut. I smiled.
"I could get used to having you around" I smirk then look up at him, I clear my throat roughly "Well since you guys aren't in any imminent danger I'm going to go put some clothes on"
I locked the bathroom door behind me, breathing deeply for a second. Cas got me worked up, dammit. I pulled on my battered denim shorts and Jack Daniels tank before walking back out, my hair still damp from the shower.
"So what's shaking Cas?" I smiled, running my brush through my hair.
"I don't understand? Why would something be shaking?" he asked, brows knitted together, I just snorted.
"I mean, why are you here?" I smiled kindly
"To warn you" he replied evenly,"I don't have much time" he then listed a set of co-ordinates before disappearing again
"I wish he's quit zapping in and out like that" I said, opening Sam's laptop to google the adress.
x
"So what's the address Cas wanted us to go to?" Sam asked, putting a cup of coffee next to me. I smiled, taking it in my hands and wrapping my fingers around the mug.
"Um, it's a mental clinic" I said, scratching my forehead.
"Is he trying to tell us something?" Dean joked, I half smiled at the joke.
"Where a paitent, Anna Milton, excaped from a few days ago. After she right hooked a guy who came into her room. She got out of a locked ward"
"You think Cas wants us to investigate?" Sam asked, raising an eye brow.
"Either that or he thinks we're mentally unstable" I snorted
"Probably both" Dean muttered
We were in the ward later, dressed up in out FBI crap. Questioning Anna's pyschologist on Anna's escape.
"Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?" sam asked
"Apparently, she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room."
"That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got 80 pounds on her." Dean said, frowns knitted
"We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door."
"Right" I nodded, unconvinced "Uh, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent?"
"Two months ago, she was happy, well-adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends - Bright future."
"So, what happened - she just... flipped?" asked Dean
"Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions."
"What kind of delusions?" I ask
"She thought demons were everywhere" she replied, handing me a sketch book
"Interesting" Dean said, mostly to himself
"It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real." she said sympethetically
"Well that" Dean said "that's just batty" I start flipping through Anna's sketch book, Sam was looking over my shoulder at the words "Rising of the Witnesses" and "Samhain the next seal is broken"
"That's Revelations" Dean said, looking down at the book
"Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o'-lanterns?" the psychologist asked, looking thoughraly confused.
"It's a, uh, it's a little-known translation." Dean said
"Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now."
"Sure" I nod
We stand outside Anna's parents home later, we had been outside for 5 minutes knocking.
"Maybe they're not home" I suggest
"Both cars in the driveway" Sam replied
"They could have walked" I smirk, winking at Sam, who rolls his eyes. Dean tries the door, it swings open. We exchange glances and walk in slowly.
"Mr and Mrs Milton? Dean called, we were met by two bed bodies, their throats cuts, spilling blood on to their white carpeds
"Dammit, I muttered, crouching down to them. I put my finger in the dust around them "Sulphur, demons beat us here" I slid two fingers over their eye lids, closing them and thinking I'm sorry.
"hey, do you still have Anna's sketch book?" Sam asked, i turned and stood up, he was holding a family photo of hers.
"Yeah" I said grabbing it from my pocket, I handed it to him and he flipped through the pages before stopping on one of a stained glass window. He held it next to a picture of her and her parents, the church window matches the one in her sketch book.
"She was drawing the window of her church" Dean said
"Over and over" Sam said, flipping through a few more pages
"So, If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?"
I pushed open the attic door to Anna's church, we'd searched all of down stairs with no result, I was staring to lose hope in her being here. Until I saw something move behind a Viser. I nod towards it, dad's knife clutched in my hand.
"Anna?" I ask, lowering it "We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help. My name is Jordan. These are my brothers, Sam and Dean."
"Jordan? Not Jordan Winchester?"
"Uh, yeah" I said looking at my brothers, a girl emmerged out from behind the viser, she was pretty with red hair.
"You're Sam?" she said, looking to Sam"And Dean. The Dean?" her eyes flickering to Dean
"Well, yeah. The Dean, I guess." Dean said awkwardly
"It's really you. Oh, my god. The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us. And some of them don't like you at all. They talk about you all the time lately. As well as you" she said, turning to me "They say Castiel likes you too much and it will get in the way in the end. I feel like I know you." I smiled softly at her.
"So, you talk to angels?"
"Oh, no. No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of... overhear them."
"You overhear them?" Sam asked
"Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just... hear them in my head."
"Like... right now?" Dean asked carefully
"Not right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them."
"So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just... tuning in to angel radio?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?" I asked softly
"I can tell you exactly - September 18th." she replied
"The day I got out of Hell." Dean stated
"First words I heard, clear as a bell - "Dean Winchester is saved."
"It's above my pay grade, man." Sam said
"Hey, um, do you know - are my parents okay? I - I didn't go home. I was afraid." Anna asked, Ruby then bursts into the attic.
"You got her" she breather "Good, now lets go"
"Her face!" Anna gasps
"It's okay" I said to Anna "She's here to help"
"Yeah don't be so sure" Dean muttered
"We have to hurry" Ruby said impaitently
"Why?"
"Because a demon's coming - big-timer. We can fight later, Dean."
"Well, that's pretty convenient - showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?"
"I didn't bring him here. You did."
"What?"
"He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go now."
"Guys" Sam said, nodding at a statue that had started bleeding from the eyes.
"It's too late, he's here" Ruby said
"Come on Anna" I said carefully, taking her by the elbow and hiding her in the closet.
"Stay in here" I say "Don't move"
"Okay, thank you Jordan" I nod at her, closing the closet doors. When I turn back Dean and Ruby are arguing about Sam excorcing the son of a bitch, which doesn't last to long. As the demon enters, Sam extends a hand to try to excorsise him but it doesn't work.
"That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam." it smirks, he throws Sam down the stairs, Dean tries at him with Ruby's knife but doesn't get to far.
"Hello again, Dean" it says, I rush to the closet and pull Anna out, she wasn;t safe in there and at least out her I could protect her.
"Come on Dean" he continues "Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot - I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close... in Hell."
"Alistair" Dean growls. But then Sam comes up behind him, stabbing him through the chest with the demon knife.
"You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, son."
Dean and Sam exchange a look before looking at the stain glass window, it hits me what they're about to do. Dean grabs be around the shoulders in a protective enclose as they charge for the window. I reach out to grab Anna but her fingers slip through mine as my brothers pull me through a window.
Alright yeah I know there's not been a lot between Cas and Jordan yet but there will be in chapters soon! Thanks for reading and please review and crap ;) Btw what do you think is a better ship name? Jardiel or Cordan? (I prefer Jardiel but idk) -Char ox