Roxi was surprised that her voice hadn't given out, but she supposed that was the perk of being a Knight. She slumped yet again as Sam stepped away, tossing aside the most recent syringe he'd used to plunge his blood into her system. Roxi knew there was something wrong; she felt weak, vulnerable.
"Oh, I always knew you Winchesters were killers, but I had no idea you would draw it out so long." She gave a weak chuckle, though Sam ignored her as always. "I am dying, you know. Slowly but surely, you boys are going to kill me." Roxi knew it would be roughly an hour before he gave her another dose, and she prepared to be left alone. To her surprise, the door opened, revealing Dean and Castiel. Dean avoided her gaze, but Castiel seemed to be studying her. For the first time, she could see his Grace and wings, both surrounded by a blinding white light.
"How's it going, Sam?" Dean pitched his voice low, but Roxi could hear him clear as day.
"Oh, I'm dying." She answered for the younger Winchester, taking a quiet victory as all eyes turned to her. Sitting up slowly, she leaned back against the chair. "But, I suppose that will just be counted as yet another Winchester victory, yeah?"
"I think it's working." Sam's voice was also low and she rolled her eyes. Castiel stepped closer, distracting her with the light. "She's been weak, for sure."
"Roxi, what happened to you?" Castiel's voice was a different sort of soft, his tone worried.
"I got an upgrade, Cassie. One I'm rather fond of keeping." He frowned, studying her even closer but not quite entering the trap. "You gotta admit, I would make one hell of a hunter now." To her surprise, Castiel chuckled, and it was clear the boys were shocked as well.
"We're going to fix you, Roxi. Then we can talk about it more, alright?" He stepped away, nodding to the boys and leaving. It was only a few more moments when Dean also left. Sam stayed to organize for a bit longer before leaving her alone, and she bit her cheek to distract from the burning in her veins.
Several days passed, and Roxi could feel death on the horizon. She'd warned Sam a couple times, making sure her usual snark wasn't present, but he wouldn't listen. She realized the Winchesters were alright with her death if this damned cure business didn't work, and she felt it. All the emotions she had destroyed during her change: fear, sadness. She managed to keep it hidden until Sam had left her alone again before she began to cry, shocking herself even more. When Sam came back later, she actually flinched away from his needle and he raised a brow.
"Last chance, Sammy. Stop all this before you lose me forever." There was a slight hesitation before he plunged the needle in. Roxi knew she wouldn't last; the pain was the most intense she had felt, until finally she slumped forward and blacked out.
When Roxi finally came to, she found herself laying down on the floor, the cool concrete making her flushed skin feel infinitely better. Almost immediately she sensed the change in herself and groaned. A hand came down on her shoulder and she flinched violently, doing her best to scramble away. Sam and Dean crouched above her, shocked looks painting their faces. It took a few moments for her to realize she was outside the trap now.
"It worked…" The awe in Dean's voice was nearly palpable and Roxi carefully sat up. Each man reached for her, but she flinched away yet again, instinctively scared of more pain at their hands. Sitting up now, she scooted further from them, working up the energy to stand. "Roxi, let us help you." Castiel entered the room then, taking in the scene before him carefully. Swallowing, Roxi attempted to stand, stumbling slightly.
"Cas…" He nodded, seeming to sense her plea for help and moving to hold her up. Without another glance to the Winchesters, she let Castiel lead her away back to her old room. He made sure to settle her carefully on the bed and even grabbed her a glass of water. "Thank you." He nodded, sitting next to her.
"They did all of this because they love you, you know." He kept his voice soft and she was grateful. Sipping the water carefully, she held back the tears at the memories of her last few days.
"I know, but…" She took a shuddering breath. "They were completely okay with killing me, Cas." Looking up at the angel, she shook her head. "I just...I just want to be alone for a little while. Okay?" He nodded, concern coloring his gaze as he gave her a gentle hug and stood to leave. Dean stood on the other side of the door as it opened, hand raised to knock. There was a tense moment of silence for a few moments before Roxi looked down at her lap.
"Dean, now isn't the best time." Castiel was using his most convincing tone and Roxi found herself grateful.
"I just wanted to check on her, Cas. Lemme in." The angel stood his ground, knowing the hunter wouldn't be able to move him.
"Dean, I don't want to talk." Her voice quiet and hoarse, she could feel his gaze snap to her. She kept her gaze in her lap, focusing on the glass of water in her hands. "Just...Please go."
"Roxi-" Dean sounded so broken and the tears began to fall.
"Dean, come on." Castiel managed to guide the hunter away, shutting the door behind them and leaving her to her tears. Roxi let herself cry until she couldn't any longer before changing to her pajamas and crawling into her bed. She knew she likely wouldn't sleep well, but she was too exhausted to try and face her makeshift family now.