Some more Cas in this chapter ;D
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As soon as we entered the warehouse Castiel was instantly heading towards us but he stopped abruptly and frowned when he saw my tear-stained face. "Eliana... what happened?" I walked towards Castiel as Dean strode wordlessly past us and headed into a side-room of the warehouse, probably to find Sam. Hurriedly, I approached Castiel.

"I... he..." I shook my head, unable to say anymore as tears, tears I thought I'd already shed, started to pour down my face again. I instinctively leant my head on Castiel's shoulder as sobs wracked my body.

At first I felt Castiel's shoulder stiffen in response to my touch and I was just about to pull away in embarrassment when he hesitantly placed a single hand on my back. "Tell me what happened Eliana." He demanded softly, slightly patting me with his one hand. I took a deep, ragged breath, "my d-dad... he found us... I d-don't know how... D-Dean nearly stabbed him... he k-killed a different d-demon..." I buried my head deeper into Castiel's trench coat and clung to its folds, any other words I said lost amongst the fabric.

We just stood there for a few moments, unmoving, neither of us daring to break away first. Then slowly Castiel pulled away and placed his hands on each of my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "Eliana, start from the beginning. I cannot understand your story." I met his unwavering blue eyes, sensing a glimmer of concern within them. I sank to the cold floor in exhaustion and leant my forehead on my knees. I could feel Castiel lower himself to the ground beside me. I brought my head up to rest my chin on my knees, so my mouth was free to speak. "We went to the store, just like we planned. Everything was going great, but then..." I shut my eyes, mentally trying to keep more tears at bay before I dared to continue.

Castiel was silent next to me, just carefully watching as I slowly recounted the story. I dragged a hand through my hair, not caring if my action made it even more of a birds-nest than it was before. I wiped away some tears with the back of my hand before continuing, "There was a crash from the store front, a van had been driven through the huge glass window... he... my dad... he was there. With another demon. Dean killed the unknown demon but I only just managed to stop him killing my dad too. Instead he injured him and we got the hell outta there." I buried my face in my knees again, my story finished.

"You are in shock. You nearly lost your father." I let out a deep sigh of agreement and rubbed my face with both hands. I returned my chin to my knees, just as Castiel cautiously reached a hand out towards my face. I let him brush his fingers gently across my right cheek. I sat stock still, not wanting to break this unusually intimate action from Cas. He was peering at me, his expression completely unreadable, as his fingers lingered on my shocked face. Slowly he removed his hand away from me and turned his it palm up. "You have been bleeding Eliana." He stated as I frowned and glanced down at his hand. Blood, my blood, was smeared across the fingers that had been in contact with my cheek. I grimaced as I remembered the gash on my palm, the palm I had rubbed my face with, which I showed Castiel.

"How did this happen?"

"I fell on the floor and there was glass everywhere, I must have caught my hand on one of the shards." I rubbed my left hand across my face to try and remove traces of the blood, whilst Castiel continued to examine my right hand. "I do not understand human remedies," he said, his gruff voice barely audible, "You will have to show the Winchester brothers so they can repair your hand." He was staring at me sincerely, but I knew deep down he was hurt that he could not help me. In a way I could sympathise with what it was like to lose eveything.

Absent-mindedly I reached into my pocket for a locket I always carried around with me. I never wore it though, it hurt too much. I just liked to know it was there when I was upset, or deep in thought. Castiel was watching me closely. "You have something in your pocket."

I chuckled and smiled sadly at him, pulling the locket out of my pocket. I silently handed it over to him so he could look at it. I couldn't watch him do it.

"E. R. H. Your initials?" Castiel asked. I nodded, "Eliana Rose Hopewell. My mother gave me that locket when I was born and I've always kept it. It used to have a picture of her and my dad holding me the day I was born but I took it out a few years ago. It's empty now." I shrugged, "If she ever comes home I'll update it." I added, dryly.

Castiel was very quiet, so I glanced at him to see if he was listening. I warily watched as he turned the locket over in his hands thoughtfully. Something was obviously bothering him. "Hopewell?" He eventually asked, "That is your surname?"

I give that emotional mini speech and all he gets from it is my surname? I really didn't understand him sometimes. "Yeah..." I answered with a confused frown.

He mirrored my frown and continued to peer at the locket, as if some miraculous answer to an unknown question was hidden in its embossed surface. I sighed, "what's up, Cas?" I asked as it became apparent he's not going to give me an explanation unprompted.

"I do not... I just feel like I know that name from somewhere..." he trailed off and stood up. Before I could even think of following him he's walking off towards the room that the Winchester brothers were in. I rolled my eyes as I realised he's still got my damn locket and hurried to follow him.