This is going smoother than I thought although there is still quite a bit to this part enjoy =)
36
Maggie sat on the bed. She had showered and changed. Real clothes this time Jeans that fit her little bump better, although probably not for long, she could at least breathe, a t shirt and a zip up sweat shirt. She wasn't going to win a beauty pageant, but it was one step closer to feeling strong again.
She had avoided the bed, since Castiel left. She had done her best to avoid the entire room. His jeans hanging over the chair, his shoes at the foot of the bed. His pillow with in arms reach, she knew would smell just like him.
She picked it up and threw it across the room.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," She whispered just under her breath.
She didn't, she never would, she couldn't, but it felt good to say it right now. She hoped he'd heard.
Standing up, she was working her own plan. She needed to get away. Just for a while, she needed space to think. She decided she would pack a bag, and of course her small tote that contained her own arsenal against evil, angels and anything else that went bump in the night.
She would clean up, put on a happy face for Dean and while he slept she would leave.
She began to make her bed, mentally trying to put herself back together, at least as much as she was before the angel came into her life.
She lifted her pillow and there is was.
A feather.
"Oh you son of a bitch" she didn't whisper this time. "How dare you!" she was angry.
She turned and sat on the bed. Why would he have done this?
When? Before he left. Had to have been then, she was certain he had not been back.
She was infuriated. He was playing with her. There was no other reason to leave her this feather, the same day he left her.
She looked at the small dish of feathers beside the bed. There were eight of them. She knew, she didn't need to count. She picked the dish up in her hands, Fuck you, Castiel she yelled, and threw them at the closed door. The dish shattered and the feathers flew dancing in the air as the floated down.
A new torrent of sobs breaking free as her body shook uncontrollably.
The sound of the screaming and subsequent crash of breaking glass sent Dean up the stairs at a gallop. The clunking of his boots on the stairs.
"Maggie?" he yelled on the way
"Maggie!"
He got to the door way in time to see on her hands and knees picking feathers out of the broken pieces of porcelain, while more sobs shook her.
"What happened?" He asked, looking at the broken mess on the floor as she picked through, shaking feathers free of the shards.
"Please leave." She said, as calm as her mental state would allow.
"No no way." he told her. Kneeling beside her, "C'mon, you're gonna get cut." He said reaching for her arm to help her up. "I'll take care of this later."
"No, there is one missing." she said holding up the handful of feathers.
"We'll find it later." he told her.
"No, now." she insisted.
"Okay Maggie" he said frustrated. "We'll find the feather now." he complied "How'd this happen anyway?"
She just looked at him apologetically and he understood… She did this, now she regretted it, for what ever reason. He didn't pursue the issue.
"It's here." she said, squeezing her hand under the dresser to pull it out. As she did her palm scraped across a shard of the broken dish leaving a deep cut and causing a stream of blood to flow from her hand.
"Fuck" she complained as the blood ran down her hand to the wooden floor. She tried not to look but, she could already feel her head spinning.
Dean looked up and saw the problem. "Don't look" he ordered, taking a few large steps to the bathroom and returning with a towel to wrap her hand.
"There" he said, as he wrapped her hand. "I'll clean it when you calm down."
He sat behind her and leaned her against him. She was shaking from head to toe. "You need to settle down.. You're making me crazy." he grumbled.
She just nodded clutching the feathers.
Later she had calmed, her hand healed before Dean even had a second chance to look at it. 'Now that's a skill I could use" he joked.
She did her best to perk up. Smiled, laughed even managed to eat a few more bites than usual.
At bed time she told Dean she wanted to sleep in her own bed. Thankfully he didn't follow, although she half expected to find him sleeping in the hallway later, she didn't. She allowed herself to sleep a few hours. Waking up around one in the morning, dressing and sneaking down the stairs with her totes.
She was gone.
***
With Maggie now in her own room Dean slept in the spare bed. Somewhere around 3 a. m. He was awakened by Gabriel.
"Dean" he said shaking the hunters shoulder.
"Dean"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"You need to come out side. I have a special delivery" Gabriel told him.
"You found him?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah" He nodded.
Dean walked out to Maggie's living room to find Castiel on the sofa.
"Don't get too comfortable, you shouldn't even be in here Cass." Dean said firmly, then Looking at Gabe, "I thought you said he was outside?"
"That's where I left him." Gabriel explained.
The angel looked remorseful but, not enough "It's my home Dean." he snapped.
"No it's Maggie's place and she doesn't want you here." Dean corrected.
"Then why come find me?" he questioned.
"Because you have a lot to answer for. Maggie deserves an explanation even if she doesn't want it." Dean told him.
"Someday she will. Someday she is going to want to tell that little girl why her father bailed." he said with anger now.
Castiel sighed at the hunter, "Well I'm back now, I will take care of it, stay out of it Dean."
Castiel stood up as he snapped back at the hunter, he headed for the stairs to find Maggie.
Dean stepped in front of him, with Gabriel at his side.
"No fucking way you are going up there." Dean snarled in the angels face.
"Not a good idea bro, she really doesn't want to see you Cass." Gabe enforced calmer.
"You are done taking care of Maggie. We got that job when you took off." Dean told him. "You're going to do this our way or not at all."
"It's up to Maggie," Castiel said angry.
"Cass I'm telling you. She doesn't want to see you. Hell she won't even talk about you."
"He's telling the truth" Gabe said.
Castiel closed his eyes and shook his head. Still not certain he was even doing the right thing by coming back.
Yes, Gabriel had a point about the book being rewritten. But here they were in the middle of the apocalypse and that book hadn't been rewritten in 700 years. It wasn't likely it would happen now.
Maybe in the future, if there were one, but not now. He didn't see the point, and didn't consider it an option before he left. Still Zach was evil, it was hard to ascertain what he was up to.
What he was certain of, he had spent the last three days with out Maggie. He knew he didn't want to be without her again. He would find away to make her forgive him. He loved her, he could never go back to who or what he was.
Seeing the sadness in the angels eyes Dean softened, "Look we just need to talk… before, you talk to her Cass." Dean explained gentler.
"She's not eating right sometimes not at all, she's not sleeping for shit either. You can't imagine how crazy she has been, You did a number on her." He told him, wanting to make his point.
"We all want you back, we all hope Maggie does too, but you have to do this the right way. She is not waiting with open arms. She's hurt and she is mad as hell." He finished.
Castiel had grown tired of this. He began seeking Maggie's mind. He couldn't feel her anywhere in the house.
He narrowed his eyes at Dean. "Maggie is not here." he said flat.
"She's asleep upstairs."
"NO she isn't" Castiel insisted, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head.
Gabriel went out the back door to look. "The Jeep's gone, Dean." he yelled.
"No way I was here all day and all night" Dean defended, now looking at Castiel apologetically.
Castiel gave a small, wry, chuckle before narrowing his eyes. "Perhaps you should have spent more time protecting her. It is obvious you are not equipped to look after Maggie." He stepped closer to the hunters face. "FIND HER!" he demanded, and he was gone with a flutter.
***
Maggie drove a little while and then stopped long enough to organize the bags she had thrown in the Jeep. She also checked what weapons where already in the car and made more room for Bo in the back seat. She brought Haniel's dagger to the front with her and tucked it under the seat at her side.
She got back in the Jeep. Rubbing her belly and apologizing mentally to the baby for the miserable last few days and promising to do better, she started the jeep again. She made one phone call and she knew where she was headed.
She spent most of the drive focusing on blocking Gabriel and Castiel. A new trick she had been working on. Castiel said it would be a good skill once he discovered her ability to use it. She hoped it was working.
Although she probably could have pushed and made the drive in a day, she spent 2 days on the road. Stopping to spend the night at one of the more crappy motels along the way. The Winchesters had taught her well.
Finally she pulled into the familiar salvage yard. Carefully parking her Jeep, amongst the clunkers, as instructed she, slung the larger tote over her shoulder and the smaller one she carried. Bo followed her to the door. It swung open before she could knock.
"Well bout time you made girl." Bobby greeted her, letting her in and closing the door behind her.
"Took a little longer than I expected" she said, leaning to hug the older man.
"It's better you took your time." he agreed.
"Put your stuff down, like I told you, I have a safe place for you, it's nothing fancy but, it will get you a few days rest and there isn't much that can fool with you down there."
He was of course talking about the panic room. He tossed her a few hex bags. "These will keep the angels off your tail too."
She nodded "Thank you" her head was about to split from blocking them on her own.
"What have you heard from them?" she asked.
"Well their looking for you. And Cass is back and pretty pissed at Dean for losing you." Bobby chuckled.
"Well Castiel gave up any claim on being pissed 5 days ago." Maggie grumbled.
"Won't get any argument from me on that." Bobby agreed "He has an ass kicking coming."
"He needs more than that. I still have no clue what he is even thinking Bobby… I give up." she told him.
"Maggie, give it time. I'm not saying forget what he did, He really deserves to sweat this out, hell that is one of the reasons I told you to come here. He needs to worry a little." he told her
But in the end, I know his heart was in the right place, it's just his head was up his ass" he chuckled.
Maggie laughed "His head spends a lot of time there." She agreed.
"Right now you need to eat something and get some sleep." Bobby told her.
"I know." she sighed.
"Maggie you really do look like hell. I want you to take the few days you're here to rest." He looked at her concerned. "I'll keep them chasing their tails a few days. You just get some sleep."
***
Castiel went back to the cabin. It had been two days and there was nothing. No one could find Maggie, no one had heard a word from her. He tried to find her, to feel her but, he couldn't pick up anything. She was hiding or someone was hiding her. He felt sure it wasn't Zachariah, he would be gloating it if were him.
Still there were too many other options, each one more horrible than the last.
He went to the bedroom, sitting on her side of the bed he lifted her pillow and held it to his face. Breathing the smell of her in deeply. He missed her.
"Where are you" he sighed out.
"I'm so sorry Maggie."
He changed clothes, leaving the suit and trench behind this time for good he thought.
He went back to her pillow, it was then he noticed the dish of feathers were gone. Then the broken dish in the trash, but no feathers.
"She took them with her." he thought.
She still loved him.