Chapter-Thirty-Six- Fix You

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"She's important, you know she is," Elijah murmured, his hands wrapped tensely behind his head. Kate was awake facing the wall. Castiel had returned over an hour ago, and was now fighting with Elijah. She was determined to listen in, they were talking about her. She reduced her breathing to a minimum and kept her eyes closed tightly, she had to play the part.

"To who?" snapped Castiel; he was talking about her as if she was an object. He hated Elijah when he mentioned this; she was so much more to him.

"Heaven and hell," sighed Elijah, as if she was already tied within the war between two sides. He spoke as if she had no hope of breaking free, Kate was worried. She had no idea what they were talking about.

"What are you talking about?" asked Castiel, genuinely interested. Kate was grateful for the question; she was just as confused as he was, even when it concerned her. Elijah stopped rocking on his chair, his expression was tensed, as if he was about to break the worse possible news to the angel. He was contemplating lying, but it would get back to Castiel soon enough. His superiors were careless, and when Kate ended up dead, he would be the one to blame for not helping her.

"They're…using her, both sides," said Elijah quickly, as if Castiel would hit him if he lingered on the answer. He stared towards the door, maybe he could escape before his anger erupted.

"What?" barked Castiel, struggling once again to compose himself. It was getting harder each day to rein his emotions in, he was drowning, and he enjoyed it.

"You made her into a weapon Cas, you know what she is capable of," explained Elijah sadly, staring at the sleeping girl. Her chest rose and fell softly, innocently, he felt strangely guilty. She was going to die one day; whichever side got their hands on her first would tear her to pieces. She was her own worst enemy.

"I…, I…didn't know, Damn it!" he cried slamming his fist onto the metal table beside her bed. The glasses were cast up into the air, and shattered just as violently when they tumbled to the floor. The glass scattered everywhere, but he remained unaffected. Kate stirred in her 'sleep', groaning as if the smashed glass had woken her up.

"Control yourself," snapped Elijah as he watched Kate roll over and stare at them blankly. He smiled warmly at her and then returned his attentions to Castiel. The angel wouldn't look at him; he watched the dancing reflections of the shards in the light. Elijah turned towards the door and disappeared, the force of his exit stirring the sheets on Kate's bed. Castiel was still staring at the ground, a hard, intangible expression on his face.

"What were you talking about Castiel?" asked Kate softly as if he was a young bird and would scatter if she got to close. She looked towards him warmly, she knew how hard this would be for him, but she was determined to find answers so she could save herself before it was too late.

"They lied to me!" he snapped, his fists balling as he stepped away from her. He was scared that he would catch her in his anger, and he could never forgive himself. "They lied, they told me that it was for the best, that you needed me," he continued as if he was in a confessional, and Kate wasn't around. He heart twisted as he spoke, he was in so much pain, tied to so much guilt, and it seemed to be all stirring around her…again.

"You didn't know Cas, you are not to blame," Kate breathed, swallowing her fear. He needed her more. He was surprised as to how calm he felt when she said his name; it seemed to dance from her lips. He looked towards her; she was staring back at him, warmly, after everything he had done.

"I don't know what they want you for, I can't protect you," Castiel replied coldly, blaming himself further. He stared at Kate; she was still watching him carefully, but not out of fear, out of affection. "I… want to protect you," he continued slowly, as if the words would never escape his mouth. Kate blushed slightly and tried to hide her smile behind her knees. She bowed her head and pulled her legs towards her chest, wincing as skin started to pull at the thread of her stiches. Castiel looked alarmed, scared that he had made her feel uneasy with his words. He turned towards the wall, leaning his head against the cold concrete, it was strangely soothing. Kate raised her head, thinking he had disappeared, and was shocked to see him leaning against the wall sadly. She cursed herself for making him feel like he had hurt her, he seemed unable to understand any human interactions. She found it endearing, and she couldn't help but feel the butterflies stir unruly in her stomach.

She remembered Elijah's words and stepped towards him carefully, she didn't want to scare him away. Her feet barely made a sound on the stone floor, and she had to check that she wasn't gliding, anything was possible now. Castiel didn't stir, and his head still rested on the concrete, his arm stretched and leaned across onto the wall for support. She couldn't see his face. She slid her fingers through his free hand, clenching tightly on stressed and broken skin. She could feel the rough pattern of lines and creases beneath her fingertips, it made her feel alive. Castiel looked to see Kate staring warmly at him, her eyes like soft blue spheres that could captivate him and see right through him in an instant. Warmth flared in his chest like ecstasy, and his skin burned at her touch. He breathed in her perfume, he felt dizzy. The weight of guilt and responsibility were pulling at the frays of his sanity, and he felt tired. Deceit and dark times were becoming the norm, and he didn't understand how to cope anymore. She was his release and her time with her salvation.

She edged into the gap between his chest and the wall cautiously; he moved his arm slightly so she could reach him. His hand was still tightly clasped within hers. He leaned away from the wall, allowing her to wrap her free arm around his waist, her fingers twisting around the loose material of his shirt. He allowed himself to place a hand on her lower back, his hand sliding nervously beneath her shirt, his heart bursting at the touch of her skin. She removed her hand from his and placed it on his cheek, his skin coarse beneath her pale fingers. He closed his eyes as if he was falling, he felt ethereal when he was with her.

"I always feel safe with you Castiel," she murmured softly, staring right into his eyes as she spoke as if there was no other. Her hands danced on his skin as he closed his eyes and placed his other arm along her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, her lips grazing against his neck. He rocked his head so it leaned against hers. They were quiet; still, this was their world. Her hand moved hesitantly to his chest, she could feel his heart pulsating gracefully beneath her fingers like a hammer. Castiel looked down at her, confused. "Just checking that this is real," she replied, smiling warmly at him. He nuzzled against her forehead, quietening the voices that ransacked his mind. He was aware of the consequences of his actions, but he didn't care, it was too precious to let go. They couldn't find them here, he had made sure of it, and this was their time.

"You should go back to your brothers, they're worried about you," said Castiel turning Kate in his hands so she faced him. Her hands lingered on his chest and were now clinging to the edges of his coat, the fingers grasping desperately at material.

"I don't want to leave you," Kate breathed, her eyes glazing with tears, this memory was too beautiful to let go, and she didn't know if she would ever see him again. Mortality was trivial in a time like this. Castiel stared at her, shaken. She wanted to stay with him? He couldn't resist the smile that was praying on his lips. He remained motionless, shocked and surprised but overjoyed, as much as he was capable of. "Sorry," said Kate quietly letting go of his coat sadly. She had pushed too hard, and the atmosphere had tensed. She felt as if she had ruined the moment. She turned towards the door, thinking she could walk back to her brothers, even if she had no idea where she was. She felt a hand graze against her back, pulling her back towards him. His hands wrapped around her neck, tilting her head so she was millimetres from his. He pressed his lips against her forehead, feeling her melt beneath his touch. Every feeling, every worry seemed to dissolve as his lips brushed against her skin, she felt weightless in his arms. He pulled away, flushed as he saw her smile coyly. She was blushing wildly, and didn't make any attempt to hide her expression. It was beautiful to him.

"I'll take you back," said Castiel coldly, his composure recovered. However, Kate didn't cry at the return of the façade, she smiled. She had hacked at his armour and he had cracked. She had seen him in his vulnerability, and she had never been more in love. Castiel felt nervous as he left Kate beside the motel room, he couldn't help the feeling that someone was watching him.

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Kate woke early the next morning, she hadn't slept the night before, and now she was paying the price. Her mind had been too busy with angels, and her brothers had not helped by making her worry and feel guilty about her absence unintentionally. Besides, her stomach had been playing up during the night, and her skin had flared painfully around the wound. The painkillers hadn't helped either. She sat up, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt as she walked towards the bathroom doubtfully.

She stared in the mirror, drowning in her low self-esteem. She pulled at her hair and clothing, trying to find what the angel saw in her. She was pale, ghostly pale, and her skin seemed to wrap around her bones tightly, as if she would shatter without the pressure. Her eyes were encircled with darkness of stress and fatigue, and her mouth was dry from the long night. She sighed, not feeling worthy of his attention. She rolled up the base of her shirt, wincing as she saw the deep cut tearing her stomach into two halves. The skin was a pale peach and looked as if the life had been drained carefully around the pattern of her stitches. The thread hung loosely where the stitches ended, the string as frayed and broken as she was. She started to brush her teeth half-heartedly, she was tired.

"Kate!" cried a voice at the door, causing her to drop her toothbrush in the sink out of shock. She growled as she bent down to pick it up, the wound carving into her bones. She opened the door, smiling as she saw the bulky frame of her brother tower over her. She had never been so grateful to see Dean. "Jesus, rough night? I didn't see angel boy leave this morning you know," he continued, grinning as her face fell. She was tempted to shut the door in his face, but he was already making his way into the threshold, and she didn't have the energy.

"I will hit you Dean," barked Kate, throwing herself into the chair beside her bed. She continued to glare at him as he smiled; he enjoyed annoying her, which annoyed her even more. "What do you want anyway?" she asked, her arms folded and legs crossed out of agitation.

"Road trip, pack your crap, well…if you have anything left, it's probably all in a drawer at Castiel's," he continued, revelling in her anger. Her patience seemed to snap in front of him, and her eyes were alive with fury. Her nails were starting to dig into her arm, where was he getting all of this from?

"Where?" she sighed angrily, ignoring his comments. She remembered appearing at their door last night, having an argument and then an apologetic conversation with Dean, she didn't remember them meeting with Castiel, unless he had seen them when she was asleep.

"Anywhere, I just wanna get out of here, I can still feel that bitch around here," breathed Dean sadly, still deceived by his brother. Kate smiled apologetically, she had not been around to see the showdown with Lilith, and she wasn't too sorry either. Sam and Dean still didn't seem to be on good terms, she felt it as soon as she opened the door.

"Sounds good, I'm sick of demons now," Kate replied, rummaging through the drawers in the dresser and tossing her clothes into the bag on the bed. Dean didn't reply. She turned to face him with her arms folded heavily, and her weight shifted onto one leg. Dean stared at her as if he was about to burst, there was another comment in the pipeline. "Out with it," she snapped, expecting him to explode in the motel room if she didn't let him speak.

"I forgot you were Team Halo," he smirked, ducking as she threw her hairbrush at his head. He started to laugh as she glared, her childish pouting was priceless. He wished John could be here, he would have abused her further.

"Why are you in such a good mood? Free porn or nachos or something?" asked Kate absently, folding her clothes neatly in her bag. She remembered that the insults only got worse when he was happy; annoying her was one of his favourite pastimes.

"I'm just glad you're okay, Kate, we thought we had lost you," breathed Dean heavily as if he was releasing the weight of guilt. She stopped packing and threw her arms around his neck, leaning against him as if she was about to faint. "I don't know what I'd do without you," Dean murmured as she let go of him, he wasn't one for emotional moments.

"Me neither," said Kate, smiling warmly at him. She continued to throw toiletries in her bag as she hummed to herself whilst Dean played with the ornaments on the dresser. "Hang on, why are you teasing me then?" she asked, turning to face him with toothpaste in her hand.

"I didn't want you to think there was anything awkward between us, especially after your beau called," he said hesitantly as if the tube of toothpaste would become lodged in his chest if he continued. "Anyway, I'll see you later," he said quietly as he edged towards the door.

"What did you say?" she called after him as he closed the door. She cursed as she pulled on her boots, determined to chase after him and find out what he was talking about. She lay on the bed, her head spinning with love and deceit. She was confused as to what to feel anymore. Little did she know that a storm was brewing between heaven and hell, and she was caught right in the middle of it.