**A/N The amount of followers this story has is making me all giddy, thank you for reading it. I hope you're all enjoying it.**
Wallis' eyes fluttered for while as she felt herself waking. Everything was bright and burning her eyes as she tried to open them fully. She was comfortable, lying on something soft and warm. With another struggling push she opened her eyes fully, looking up at a large white light. Wincing, she picked herself up from her reclined position and looked around. Blinking repeatedly, she rubbed her forehead, feeling a large bump and jolting at the pain rushing through her. Then she remembered. Castiel had changed. He wasn't the same, something had taken over him. Her head spun as she looked around the large stone room. It was fully furnished, with a bed, cabinets and a full wall of guns. Steadily, Wallis moved to her feet, swaying slightly. Her head pounded and she felt a throbbing on her cheek. As she stood straight, a great pain seared through her leg, sending her back down onto the bed.
"You bastard!" She cried, clutching her leg. As she looked at it, she saw that she was wearing a pair of sweat pants that were too big for her. Inspecting the pain in her leg, she tugged them down slightly, looking at her thigh. There was a large bloody bandage wrapped around her leg. With a grimace, she peeled it back, looking at the damage on her leg. There was a trail of messy stitches around her thigh. Just then the door swung open, revealing a breathless Sam clutching the door handle. Wallis jumped at the sight of him and fixed sweatpants around her waist again, causing him to look away with reddening cheeks.
"God, I'm sorry - " He stuttered slightly. "I heard you shouting, I thought something was wrong." He said, turning his gaze back to her. She watched him warily as he walked into the room.
"Something is wrong." She said plainly, wincing slightly as she moved her leg. "I'm in someone else's clothes and I have a huge fucking hole in my leg." Wallis spat. Sam smiled at her apologetically.
"Yeah, Dean told me about Cas. It's going to take longer to heal, because it was his Angel Blade." Sam explained. He looked down to his hands as if searching for something to say. "Amy was really worried." Wallis' eyes widened.
"Amy, where is she? Is she all right?" She asked quickly, panicking. Sam smiled and walked over to her.
"Relax, she's fine. She went with Dean to the store." With his words, Wallis lay back with a sigh of relief. "Meg saved her." He added. Wallis' eyes locked on to him.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"A demon caught her off guard and tried to choke her, Meg saw it and killed him." Sam explained. "Meg wasn't that bad, really." He added. Wallis' brow furrowed.
"Wasn't? Past tense?" She questioned. Sam looked to the ground and Wallis knew.
"She held back the demons while Amy and I ran to find you and Dean." He said. Wallis dropped her head and sighed, then began to nod to herself. She didn't consider Meg a friend, not in the slightest. But she was on their side and died on their side. She looked back up to Sam.
"So, are you going to help me out of here or what?" She asked with a smile. Sam nodded and stood up, helping her to her feet. Wallis placed a hand on his shoulder and he tucked his arm behind her. She limped along the floor steadily, but painstakingly slowly. It also sent a small jolt of pain through her body with every other step.
"You want me to carry you?" Sam asked her. "I feel like this would go a lot quicker if I carried you." He added. Wallis rolled her eyes. It was a pleasant alternative, but felt almost degrading. "I mean, you can limp if you want but -"
"Oh, just carry me then." She groaned stubbornly. Sam laughed and bent down, tucking his free arm under her legs and lifting her from the ground. She winced as he held her and exited the room, making his way down a stone corridor.
"Sorry, you all right?" Sam asked her, loosening his grip around her ever so slightly. Wallis nodded, looking around her.
"What is this place?" She asked, seeing a variety of different doors as they continued through the hallway.
"The Bunker. A group called 'The Men of Letters' used it as a hideout. Dean and I found it. Our grandfather was one of them." Sam explained.
"Wow." Wallis nodded as Sam carried her out into an open space, with a table in the middle. The walls were lined with all sorts of books and there was even a small kitchenette in the corner. Wallis heard what sounded like bolts moving, followed by a deep creaking noise. Sam looked up as he stopped in the middle of the large foyer. Wallis followed his gaze and noticed Dean and Amy making their way down a red flight of metal stairs.
"You're awake!" Amy cried, quickening her pace. Wallis saw Dean turn his head quickly to look at her.
"Wow, congrats Mrs Winchester. Sad we missed the ceremony." Dean said, following Amy down the stairs with brown papers bags in his arms. Wallis gave a small laugh and nodded to Sam, indicating that he could put her down. He stooped and helped her to stand, holding her shoulders for a moment. Amy quickly walked over to her and aided her to the table. "How you feelin'?" Dean asked, unloading various things from the bags. Wallis groaned as she sat in a chair, her hand held over her leg to stop the throbbing.
"Just peachy." She winced. Amy gave a laugh as she walked over to the kitchenette to help Dean unpack. Wallis looked to Dean, who seemed almost fed up and offered him a smile, realising the sarcastic retort was unnecessary. Watching him, she noticed he didn't have a scratch near him. She found it odd, as she remembered the look in Cas' eyes as he turned on her. He was murderous. With a shudder, Wallis looked back to Dean, who was talking happily to Amy as they loaded the fridge with beer. Wallis brought her had up to her face, running her fingertip across her bottom lip, thinking. What happened back in the crypt? Where was Cas? For a moment Wallis thought the worst. Had Dean killed him? She looked to Dean again. No, he was far too normal. Her eyes darted around the room. There was no sign of the tablet. Wallis felt a hand on her shoulder, jumping as she looked up at Sam.
"You okay?" He asked quietly, taking the seat across from her.
"He has the tablet, doesn't he?" Wallis asked him. Sam shuffled in his seat, sighing. "Cas took it?"
"Yeah." He nodded. Wallis gritted her teeth in a mixture of anger and fear.
"He took it to Heaven?" She asked. Sam's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. He leaned over the table slightly.
"Look, talk to Dean." He said. "I don't know everything that went on in there. Just the basics. Maybe he'll tell you." He explained. Wallis looked into his eyes, there was something sincere about them. It was comforting. Wallis nodded and turned back to look at Dean, who was walking over with three beers in his hands. He smiled to Wallis as he sat a beer in front of her, then sat down beside Sam. Amy appeared at Wallis' side, taking the seat next to her. Wallis looked back to Sam, who shot her a warning glance. Not just now.
"So, what do we do now?" Amy asked tentatively, looking around the table. Wallis looked to Dean, who sat his beer down on the table and sighed happily.
"I'm going to relax tonight. Or, try. And then tomorrow, I'm going to look for a hunt." He nodded, picking up his beer. "You with me, Sammy?" He asked, turning to Sam, who sat back in his chair and nodded.
"I guess." Sam nodded slightly. "Amy, are you going to stay here?" Wallis' brow furrowed.
"Why does she need to stay?" She asked, looking to the other three hunters. They stared at her expectantly.
"You can't stay here yourself." Amy answered her. Wallis looked to Amy as if she had been speaking a foreign language.
"Yes I can, I can look after myself." She protested, a small laugh escaping her lips.
"I know that but what if someone manages to get in? You'd be unable to move!" Amy retorted. Wallis pursed her lips. She didn't want to argue in front of Sam and Dean.
"I'll have my gun!" She shrugged. "I'll be fine." Wallis added, in a desperate attempt to soothe the budding tension.
"Wallis, you could have died." Amy said gravely. Wallis recoiled, looking to Amy unbelievingly.
"Don't be so dramatic, Amy." She scoffed, looking to Sam and Dean. Neither of them made eye contact with her. "Guys?" She asked them. Sam looked at her solemnly.
"You were losing a lot of blood, we didn't know-" Sam's words broke off as he thought of what to say. "We didn't know if you'd wake up." He said finally. Wallis heard Amy's breath shaking beside her.
"If Dean hadn't helped you in the car, I - I don-" Amy's voice broke slightly.
"All right look," Dean called as he moved around in his chair. "She's fine now okay, we don't need to talk about it." He said, taking another drink of his beer and looking away. Wallis watched him, Amy's words sinking into her head. Dean saved her. She saw his eyes flitting to her for a second, holding her gaze before he quickly looked to Sam. Looking down at her leg, Wallis remembered her bandage.
"One question-" She said, still looking at her leg. "Okay, two questions." She looked to Amy, Dean and Sam. "Number one - Who stitched me?" She asked, looking to them, her eyes lingering on Dean before looking to Amy.
"Me." Amy said surely. Wallis nodded and continued.
"Okay, and who's trousers am I wearing?" She asked, looking to Sam and Dean.
"They're my pants." Dean said, correcting her. She rolled her eyes.
"Bite me." She spat.
"Already have." He said, picking up his beer and reclining. Wallis' mouth fell open half in amusement, half in shock. Sam and Amy sniggered.
"You son of a bitch." Wallis laughed, taking her own beer for the first time and drinking it. Dean gave her a small smile, which she returned. She thought it ill-mannered to spite him, after learning what he had done.
Dean was in his room, cleaning out a gun on his bed when he heard footsteps outside. He waited tentatively for the door to open and when it did, Wallis stood there, leaning on the door handle for support.
"Hey, you shouldn't-" Dean put his gun aside and moved from the bed. "Your leg." He said, pulling her up slightly with his hands on her back as she hunched over.
"I'm fine." She said, her voice strained. Dean continued to walk her to the bed. "So it was your room I woke up in," She said, drowsily.
"Yeah." Dean confirmed, sitting her down and moving his gun aside.
"I have to stop doing that." She smirked to herself.
"How many painkillers did you take?" He asked, holding her shoulders and looking at her eyes.
"Two. Sam gave me them." She hiccuped. "The whiskey worked better though." Wallis nodded. "Where did you sleep if I was in here?" Dean stayed quiet as he thought of an answer. "You didn't sleep, did you?" She asked him, watching him knowingly. Dean sighed.
"Why'd you come through here?" He asked, removing his hands from her shoulders and picking up his gun again. Wallis' expression changed.
"What happened in the crypt?" She asked him, her tone serious. Dean tensed, then slumped. He had been waiting for her to ask all day, he had almost managed to avoid it.
"Cas, he erm, he kinda went balls to the wall crazy and beat me up a bit. After he knocked you out-"
"And cut my leg open." She added.
"Yeah," Dean sighed, shaking his head as he thought back to holding her shoulders, staring down at the blood collecting on the concrete floor. "But, whatever was controlling him lost - and he woke up. Unfortunately, he's gone and taken the Angel Tablet with him." Dean continued.
"Why?" Wallis asked, looking up at him.
"He said he has to protect it, from Heaven, and from me." Dean said to her, looking at her confused expression. "I know, I don't get it either." He said, tensing his jaw. For a moment, they sat in silence. Dean considered cleaning his gun again to stop the situation from getting awkward, but before he could, Wallis spoke.
"Dean," She said quietly, looking at her hands. He watched her as her head moved, then stared at him. "What did you do in the car?" Wallis asked. "Amy said you - you saved me." Dean moved uncomfortably.
"I didn't - I only stopped the bleeding." He said nonchalantly, waving his hand at her. "Amy's the one that stitched you up." He said, looking down at the gun in his hands.
"If you hadn't done that it might have been too late to stitch me up." Wallis said quietly, still watching him.
"Oh, come on now." He said, giving a small laugh. "I did what I had to. I know you would of found some way of haunting my ass if I had let you die and leave Amy."
"I certainly wouldn't want her left in your clutches anyway." A small laugh escaped Wallis' lips after she spoke.
"Hey!" Dean smirked. His tone then changed to serious as he watched her. "I know how it is," He added, looking at her tensing gaze. "I mean, Sammy's twenty nine and I'm as protective over him as I was when he was a baby." Her eyes flitted to his again, full of empathy.
"Thank you, Dean." Wallis said quietly. Her hand moved slowly towards his, before she wrapped her fingers over his palm and squeezed it slightly. Instinctively, Dean's own fingers wrapped around her hand. He took a shaky breath at the touch of her soft, warm skin, looking from her hand to her eyes. Misty-grey to an almost green, he confirmed. With a small touch of gold around the middle. Dean swallowed, blinking profusely as Wallis removed her hand from his.
"I'll - erm, let you get some sleep." He said quickly, becoming aware of his dry throat as he moved pick up all the parts of his gun that he had spread across the bed. He moved them to the table by the wall and nodded to Wallis. "Goodnight." He said quickly, smiling at her before walking into the hallway and closing the door.
Once it was shut, he leaned against it, tugging at his collar slightly. "Damn it, Dean. Get your shit together." He growled to himself, moving from the door and rolling his shoulders back as he made his way down the hall to join Amy and Sam, who were huddled around the table, looking at a newspaper. Sighing, he continued towards them and took a seat beside Amy, looking down to the newspaper under Sam's gaze. "What have we got?" He asked. Sam slid the paper over to Dean, but Amy answered, her tone excited.
"Vampires."