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"Come on, let's go." Keila snapped out of her daze and turned towards the hunter sitting beside her, his green eyes shining with some emotion she couldn't quite place her finger on. She furrowed her eyebrows at him, watching him slap a $5 bill on the counter, before sliding out of his seat and heading towards the door.
Keila silently slid out of the seat and trailed behind the eager hunter, coming to an abrupt stop when the diner door slammed shut in her face, the annoying jingle from the bell above her ringing out. Keila cursed the hunter as she shoved the door forward, the metal handle connecting with the exterior of the building with excessive.
"Slow the fuck down, Dean. Jesus." Keila saw the hunter disappear around the corner, and let out an aggravated huff. She understood, really, she did. Dean just saw his dad, his dead dad, and she didn't blame him for acting this way. But, holy fuck if he wasn't just thinking about himself right now. He was so wrapped up in the fact that he just found his dad, that he wasn't asking the serious questions. Like, how the fuck the ended up in the 70's. Keila rolled her eyes and made her way around the corner of the building, before she smacked into a sturdy figure.
"Shit!" Keila pulled her face out of the rock hard surface, wincing as she rubbed her nose, trying to dispel the pain that was traveling up the bridge. Before she could even stop it, she sneezed rapid fire three times, her eyes watering. Through bleary eyes, Keila could see that the mass that she ran into was none other than Dean Winchester, and apparently he was completely oblivious to her. Glaring, Keila opened her mouth, but quickly shut it when she saw who was standing in front of the hunter.
"Castiel…" The angel quirked his dark brow, the corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly, before he returned his attention back to the handsome hunter in front of him.
"What is this?" Dean's voice held a hard edge to it, and Keila glanced at him nervously. Even though she had been the hunter's company now for a few weeks, that still didn't stop the fear that she held for him. Keila knew what Dean was capable of, and she would always hold that fear that one day it would be directed towards her.
"What does it look like?" The angel's voice was deep, calming almost. Keila slowly worked her way up beside the hunter, glancing around the small town square, taking it in.
"Is it real?" Keila looked towards Dean, noting the look of longing in his eye. With her special abilities, Keila was usually able to read people easily. She had a harder time with the hunters, but every now and then, she would get a glimpse of what they were feeling.
"Very." She heard a slight intake from Dean, before his eyes danced around his surroundings, narrowing in on where she assumed his father went. Out of her peripheral, she saw his fists clench ever so slightly, before he spoke again.
"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?" Castiel didn't seem to catch onto Dean's sarcasm, still looking just as serious as he did when she first met him. Keila continued to look around, noticing that people were staring at the small group, before adverting their eyes. She glared slightly, her lips coming down into a frown.
"Time is fluid, Dean. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." This time, Castiel looked directly at Keila. His cerulean eyes pierced her amber ones, before they traveled down her body and landed on her chest. Castiel couldn't help it, but he was fascinated with Keila's soul. He had never seen anything like it, and he felt this compelling urge to…
"HEY! Eyes up here!" Castiel snapped his eyes over to the green-eyed hunter, who seemed to be quite angry at the moment. Dean's face was beginning to turn red, his eyes glaring intensely at the angel. Castiel looked back towards Keila, his eyebrows crooking as he saw a rush of red creep up her neck and onto her cheeks. Humans, they were so odd. Castiel focused his attention back on the hunter, a small sigh escaping between his plump lips.
"As I said before, it is not easy to manipulate time, but it can be done."
"Well, bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!" Dean was over it. 100% over it. Shit was way more complicated since he came back from Hell. He kind of missed the old days, when all he was worried about was finding his dad. Who was apparently fine and dandy and ALIVE.
"I told you, you have to stop it." Keila looked at the angel, confusion written across her face. Stop what? Castiel met her eyes briefly, before she felt a slight pressure pushing against her forehead.
'This will be difficult for you.' Keila's eyes widened as the angel's voice filtered through her mind, his deep vibrato echoing in her skull. Her mouth dropped open slightly, before she gave a minute nod, her tongue darting out across her lower lip.
'How did you break through my barriers?' Keila watched the angel's lush lips twitch ever so slightly, his bright eyes staring directly into hers.
"Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?" Castiel directed his eyes towards the hunter, before they flickered away. A loud, blaring honk sounded from directly behind them, causing Keila to flinch, while Dean spun around. His emerald eyes surveyed his surroundings quickly, before he turned back around.
There was no one in front of him. All signs of the angel, of Castiel, was gone. Dean let out a frustrated sigh, before turning his attention to the skies.
"Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!" Dean huffed out again, dropping his head slightly. Keila could see his jaw muscle tick, Dean's emerald eyes staring straight ahead at where Castiel was once standing. Keila raised her hand to place it on the hunter's shoulder, before she froze in place, green eyes piercing gold. She dropped her hand back to her side, clearing her throat awkwardly.
Clasping her hands behind her back, Keila swiveled on the balls of her feet, her dark hair swishing around her gently, a few pieces falling over her shoulders and hanging down, brushing against her biceps.
"Well, uhm, I guess we should figure out what needs to be stopped, huh?" Dean side-eyed her, before letting out a deep groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"We're gonna have to find my dad. It's got somethin' to do with him." Keila nodded her head eagerly, her memories pulling up her brief encounter with the young John Winchester. A small, dreamy smile pulled across her lips.
"I wouldn't mind seeing your dad again." Dean stopped walking and turned back towards Keila, his eyes fixing her with a glare. The smile slipped off of Keila's face, slowly stopping behind the hunter. Dean glared at her for a couple more seconds, before he huffed and continued walking, his pace picking up ever so slightly. Keila stayed in place for a moment, lost in thought, before she snapped out of it and jogged towards the hunter.
"What? I was just sayin'!"
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