AN-Sorry the chapter was a bit boring, but it had to be done. Tell me what you thought :)
When we get back to the cabin, Cas is waiting. Great.
I walk up to him, while Sam and Dean are still in the car. Fixing up their arsenal or something. I place my hand on my agger, because it gives me a sense of security.
"What do you want?" I ask him.
"It was very dangerous, what you did today."
Am I really being lectured by an angel now?
"Cas, if I didn't go after her, she would have died."
"Sam and Dean could have done just as well."
I narrow my eyes at him, when Sam and Dean finally walk in.
Dean rolls his eyes, and sighs. "Cas, what do you want."
I answer for him. "Oh, he was just lecturing me on how I can't swim." My voice is full of sarcasm.
"I never said that," Cas says.
"Come on Cas, she was fine. Sam and I were right there."
"Dean, Sam, can I have a word."
I give out an aggravated sigh, and go upstairs to my room.
It's around three o clock, and I decide its workout time.
I take my clothes out of the closet, and use the bar for pull ups. After those, I do my push ups. Then I move on to sit ups.
I do some circuits and finish with stretching.
I'm very flexible, so I stretch my feet up near my head. It feels... awesome. I continue to stretch, and workout, until I am glistening with sweat.
When I walk downstairs for some water, Dean lets out a whistle.
I give him a look and say, "Shut it."
He chuckles, and Sam rolls his eyes.
"So, I have now decided that this case is definitely supernatural." I say.
"You have to leave." Says Cas. He popped right back in.
"Cas, I am not going to let people die. I will finish this case."
"Dean and Sam will finish this case. I will take you to another safe house. They will meet us when they finish."
I am starting to get angry.
"Cas, I am not going to leave."
"I am afraid, you have no choice."
My blood is boiling. "Okay then, I was born in freaking hell! Do you want to tell me why? What kind of freak I am? I don't know the first thing about myself, and you wont bother to let it slip!"
Sam and Dean are casting each other nervous glances. They are intimidated. Of me? Why.
"Nova. This is not your call."
"Yea Cas it is! It's my life!" I say.
"He starts walking towards me. "To hell with this." I growl. "To hell with all of you!" I yell.
I grab my dagger out of my waistband, and chuck it at the wall, so it sticks. Right in the center of a picture of me.
I sprint out to the door into the wilderness. Am I really trying to outrun an angel?
Cas appears in front of me. I throw a punch at his face. He grunts, but quickly returns to walking towards me.
He places his hand to my forehead, and I wake up in a room I suppose is mine. All of my stuff is already here.
I walk to the door and try to open it, but its locked. I try to kick it open, but Cas has me on lock down.
"Damn it!" I mutter.
I wait in my room. I see my dagger on the nightstand, with the broken picture of me.
I pick up the dagger and chuck it against the door. Over and over again. I am just so angry. No one will tell me anything. Not Sam, not Dean. Their mouths are shut. I want to beat the crap out of both of them right now, but I can't even take on Sam.
I see a window, and throw a punch at it. The glass is thin, and shatters. I shake off my hand, which luckily didn't get cut, and give out a sigh.
I hear voices down stairs, which are probably Sam and Dean. I don't know how long it was until I woke up. I continue to throw my dagger at the door, in hopes that someone will come open the door.
The talking stops, and I hear footsteps to my door.
Sam opens my door, just as I raise my dagger to chuck again. I aim it at the closet door instead.
"Whoa, take it easy."
"Take it easy? I am locked in some room, with no explanation why Cas even wants me here. It doesn't help that you two know more about me then I do. I want to be on my own Sam. Do what I want. Not kept on this leash, with some angel on my ass. I want to swim every day, I want to hunt freely."
He gives me an apologetic look.
"Cut the crap Sam. I hate this. I hate being constricted. I can't stand being told what to do. I like you and Dean. I really do. But I don't think that you guys will ever actually be able to trust me, and treat me as an equal. I haven't been hunting for as long as you two, but I am sure as hell not going to stay like this. It's one or the other."
"Nova, it's not that Dean and I don't trust you, but you have to stay with us. If you leave, Cas will just plop you right back in."
"That's not the point! The point is being independent Sam!"
I stand up and walk to the door and say, "I'm done with this Sam. I'm just done." I open the door and leave.
Dean is sitting at the kitchen table drinking whiskey, as I walk out the door. He stands up.
"Hey. Where are you going?"
"Out." I say.
He pulls me back in
"Damn it Dean. Let me go."
"No. You have to stay."
I put my hands on my hips. "And do what?"
"Wait. Until Cas comes back. Me and Sam have to go out, for a bit. We'll be back in a while."
"You mean on a hunt? I know you do."
He sighs and rubs his face with hands. "Look, we'll be back soon." Without another word, he calls Sam down, and he leaves.
I hear a click on the door, and try to open it. They locked it. Great. I'm not even going to try to leave. I'll just get zapped back by Cas.
I make myself some coffee, and sigh. I'm alone. i guess it could be a good thing. I sing a bit, and decide to cook something. I make more pancakes. Which I must say, are delicious.
I don't think it's that bad here. I just don't like the fact that I can't hunt, or go outside, for that matter. That's really the only thing. It's not like I'm being tortured or anything. Just constricted. I only want some freedom.
Most people who meet hunters think, why the hell would you want to kill things that will eat you, or tear you to shreds.
Why? Because most hunters are born into it. I want to because I know I will never ave a fairytale life. Never grow up, get married, have kids. Your past will always catch up with you. The problem is you never forget what you've done. You will always have your hunter instincts.
I mean don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend. Cole would probably be it. I really like him, but I can't date him, so I have to suck it up and push it aside. Life sucks.
I hear the door open, and Sam and Dean walk into the house. I look over from the chair I'm in, and watch the bicker. Discussing something about a child. Killing it? I don't know. Nor do I want to know, because if I do, I'll want to help.
I walk to the door and clear my throat. I notice deep cuts on both their arms. I go to the bathroom, and grab some wash cloths. I wet them, and grab some bandage. I walk back to the kitchen.
They are still standing there, "Sit." I order.
They both take chairs, as I attend to their wounds. When I finish I ask, "What happened?"
"Damn pagan gods, that's what happened."
"Pagan gods? Have you killed them yet?"
"What does it look like!" Dean snaps.
"Geez calm down." I say.
He gives a sigh, and gets up, but I point back to the chair.
I head to the fridge and grab them beers. They pop them open, and gulp it down.
"So, no escape attempts?" Dean asks.
"Just to clear things up, I just don't like the fact that I have to sit here all day long. Regardless what you two think, I'm not wreck less."
Sam is just sitting there awkwardly.
"So, what am I supposed to do now? I am not going to sit here forever."
I cross my eyes, and stare at both of them.
Sam turns to Dean, "I guess we could let her help us with this case..."
Dean gives Sam a look. "Not on this one. We gotta wait for Cas."
