Author's Note: Guys, yada yada yada, disclaimer here about Cas, Dean, Bobby, and Sam. Slight Darian/Castiel feels. xx
Dean's POV
"Wait, wait, wait. So you're saying.. that hell hound.. was you?"
Sam demanded, waving his hand in a sweeping motion before him. Darian stood beside Cas, clothed in one of Bobby's plaid shirts, and a pair of boxers, which.. yeah, you probably don't need to know where those came from. Darian ducked her head, and nodded slightly to his words. Her lips were shut, tightly pressed together as she offered a quiet little huff. Castiel stood beside her, face as expressionless as ever, though something.. unsaid seemed to be between them. It bugged the hell out of me. I quickly got up off my resting spot at the edge of Bobby's desk, stalking over toward her with confident footsteps. Her blue eyes widened in fear, quickly cringing away from me. Castiel shot an arm out to pass in front of my chest, as means of stopping me. I turned my head to glare him down, lips screwed into a bitter sneer.
"Let me go, Cas."
"Dean."
Castiel warned quietly, shaking his head. With a furious noise scraping against the back of my throat, I tried to shove past him, and get at the creature like any hunter would, but the bitch had cowered behind the angel, her breathing harsh and quiet. She was scared. It was almost potent in the air. Castiel tilted his head at me, brows furrowed softly.
"Dean, a few days ago you were quite keen on seeing if she was okay."
"Yeah, but that was before we knew she was a damn.. whatever she is!"
I shouted, gesturing wildly at her. Darian visibly flinched away from where I stood, and I swiveled my head over to stare at her, green eyes cold. I fished my gun out from the waistband of my denim jeans, cocking the trigger and pointing the barrel at her head. With a startled squeak, she tried to duck from me, but I shot the bullet first. Dammit. She'd moved to quickly, and my gunshot hit the corner wall leading to Bobby's kitchen. I winced mentally.
"Dean!"
Sam gasped, moving over towards me, shoving my left side roughly with his strong shoulder, and wrestling the gun out of my feverish grasp. It clattered to the floor, and I shook him off with a bitter scowl.
"What the hell Sammy!"
"Dean, you saw what she did to Crowley. She helped us! How is that a bad thing?"
"Sammy, she's not fucking human! We don't even have a name for what she is!"
"Cas isn't human either, Dean."
"Yeah, but he helps us."
".. Exactly."
Darian's POV
Bitter fear and strong waves of disappointment pulsed through my veins. Dean stared at me like I was filthy garbage, and he was ready to get rid of me. I knew he'd pull a gun on me, I'd watched the way his muscles flexed in his forearm, before he even tried to get the firearm out and cocked. At the moment, much to my dislike, I was relying on Castiel. He seemed quite willing to help me, but I think.. that's what bugged me the most. He was so keen on helping. Like he knew I would need help. Castiel didn't seem like much of a hugger. So as I cowered back into him, away from Dean, he simply stood there, arms limp at his waist. My forehead buried against his side, near the deep grove of his broad shoulder blade, feeling the welcoming heat radiate from beneath his tan trench coat. Odd. I didn't think he'd be so.. humanly warm. Dean and Sam shouted at one another, Sam mainly rooting for my safety, and Dean, all for killing me right then and there.
My stomach lurched, and I closed my eyes, heaving a small sigh. Castiel stiffened, and turned around, making me stagger. Mainly because most of my weight had been proportioned onto him. His brows were furrowed, lips set into a straight line.
"Darian, you're scared."
My brow arched, and I snorted quietly, looking away from him. My arms slipped over to cross along my ribcage, nestled beneath my breasts. My silence was an answer by itself, and he nodded slowly, glancing back toward Sam and Dean, who still remained fuming, though they had grown silent. Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother, before stalking past him, and grabbing his leather jacket. He shoved past Castiel, glaring at me, before walking out through the kitchen. Outside. Sam sighed heavily through his nose, shaking his head to himself. He walked over toward me, and unintentionally, I flinched slightly away from him. This caught his attention, and he glanced down at me, his forehead furrowed.
"Darian, I won't hurt you. I saw what you did to Crowley. Dean will take some convincing, but he'll come around."
My eyes lowered, avoiding looking at him as I nodded at him curtly. Sam quickly left the room, footsteps moving at a rapid pace, no doubt trying to catch up and reason with Dean. My fingers curled around my arms to hold them close to my body. Speaking of my body.. the clothes on me really weren't all that appealing. I'd need to get some more.. buy some, maybe. If I had the cash. Which.. I don't. Awesome. I'm stuck wearing Bobby's shirt and a pair of Dean's boxers Sam had found in the back of his Impala. (Which Bobby washed, thankfully.) Castiel rested a hand on my shoulder, which I turned to look at, as he spoke.
"Darian, you shouldn't be scared. You're my responsibility, and I wouldn't let any harm come to you."
I carefully rolled my arm out from under his palm, shaking my head at him. His voice was as emotionless as his face, though I got the feeling he meant what he said.
"Cas, look. I'm almost 17.. I don't.. I don't need you to baby me around. I can do things without your help."
Castiel tilted his head, studying me. Thoughts curled in the deep blue depths of his eyes, and he nodded at me, carefully running one of his hands over his hip, as if contemplating what to say next.
"Fine."
"Good. Look, I didn't mean to sound rude, but-"
"No, I understand perfectly, Darian. I will go, let you fight your own battles."
His serious expression grew a tad softer than before, and, to my strong surprise, a small smile twitched at the corners of his full lips. Curious, I arched a brow, and leaned forward to study him closely. Why was he smiling? I'd never seen him smile.
"But I will come when you call."
He assured me, deep voice holding a very, set-in-stone promise. I glanced down, feeling a small pang of unwanted guilt. It hadn't been my plan to send him away.. Honestly, that was something I wasn't keen on happening. At a soft.. faint fluttering noise, I raised my head, shock flickering across my features. The room I stood in was empty. Castiel was gone.. and I was all alone. There was a crashing noise outside, followed by Dean's angry voice shouting at Sam. Ice cold dread settled in the pit of my stomach.
