Wounded- Castiel get's stabbed and Arisa is there to sew him up.
The fight swirled around us and I mindlessly stabbed and slashed at my enemies. Finally we beat the demons and I stood panting. I slid my life into its sheath and turned. Sam, Dean, Balthazar, Jo and Gabriel looked alright but Castiel wasn't looking at me.
"Cas?" I asked walking over to him. I touched his shoulder and he turned. His hands were on his stomach and blood was pouring from the wound.
"Cas!" I yelled as he collapsed. I caught but crashed to the ground under his dead weight.
"Help," I called panicked. Gabriel and Balthazar rushed over and helped picked him up. We vanished and appeared in our hotel room. They set him down on the bed and I began to snap out orders.
"Sam get me hot water. Dean get my medical kit. Jo get me alcohol. Balthazar, Gabriel I'll need you to hold him down when I start working." They all nodded and rushed off. I stroked Castiel's cheek with one hand while getting his coat, suit jacket, shirt and tie off with the other. It was a deep wound and I could tell that it had been made by an angel blade.
"Where did the demons get an angel blade?" Gabriel hissed. I didn't reply too busy assessing the damage. The others came back with everything I had asked for I began to work. I gently wiped the blood away which caused him to buck in pain.
"Hold him," I snapped. Balthazar and Gabriel did and I poured alcohol over the wound. He cried out but I began to stitch him up. He tried to move but Gabriel and Balthazar had a firm grip on him. I finished stitching him up and stepped back. I was covered in blood.
"Everyone leave," I ordered softly. They sensed that now was not a good time to argue. They left and I went to the bathroom to wash myself off. I saw my face in the mirror. I was deathly pale and my eyes were blank from panic. I walked back out and cleaned up as much as I could. Then I just sat by Castiel and waited. I don't know how long I waited. My eyes never moved from his face.
Finally he woke up. I breathed fully for the first time. I looked at the clock. It had been seven hours. I stood and groaned as my muscles protested sitting still for so long.
"Are you alright?" he asked. I choked out a laugh. He was worried about me.
"I'm fine. How are you feeling?' I asked examining the stitches.
"I feel fine," he told me as I gently patted his stomach. His muscles moved.
"That tickles," he said. I laughed weakly before bursting into tears.
"Arisa," he cried alarmed. I buried my head in his shoulder but tried to treat him gently.
"Shh, Arisa shh," he whispered rubbing my back.
"I thought I'd lost you," I sobbed. He just kissed my forehead.
"You will never lose me Arisa. I will never leave you," he murmured.