CJ sat curled up in the motel-room bed, awoken by the pain she'd felt sharply in her big toe. One of the brothers, she was certain.
She sat up just a bit from her ball at the sight of the looming shadow in the bathroom, reaching under her commandeered pillow to grab the gun she had tucked in the seat. When she caught sight of Sam's empty bed, and the felt the faint pull after completely waking up, she rolled her eyes, and tucked herself back beneath the blanket she had brought with her.
No way did she trust motels.
Light, smooth footsteps curled around the room, and she blinked her eyes open at the feeling of someone not three feet away just standing.
"If you're going to see Ruby, get gone before I kick you."
Sam jumped sharply at the voice of the woman directly behind him, but stayed silent, shooting her a sharp look when she slowly opened her eyes and gave him a withering glare. "Watch your feet, smartass."
Briefly recalling the pain he had put his toe through in the bathroom, he closed his eyes, and pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose, he opened his mouth, probably to whisper something along the lines of 'don't startle a hunter', but when she sat up, and pointed sharply at the window with a stern look, he inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and nodded.
When he'd silently opened the door, he'd paused, halfway out the threshold, and sent her a brief look of deep consideration, before offering her a short nod.
She was mere minutes into her dozing back into oblivion when the sounds of swooshing caught her ears. She hopped to her feet, ramming immediately into the large, blue wall of feathers and muscle and hitting the ground with a cry of shock.
Castiel shuddered from the sudden contact, whipping his head around to shoot a look toward the human avidly scooting toward Dean's position on the bed. She shook his shoulder twice, in a hurried fashion, and he bolted awake, taking one look at her pale, startled face to relax his grip on the knife beneath his pillow, but hold it steady as he tried to sit up.
"Hello Dean. ..What were you dreaming about?"
Castiel's voice was calm, despite scaring the living daylights out of him, and he shot the angel a look of adrenaline-fuelled annoyance. CJ hovered close behind him, her fingers twisting into the back of his shirt, murmuring the foreign words under her breath. The angel turned his eyes to her, narrowing them with a tilt of his head. "How do you know Enochian..?"
"I have no fucking idea.. And can you please tuck your wings back..? It makes me really claustrophobic.." She tucked herself against Dean's back after the comment and stuffed her face into his shirt. He squirmed a little, trying to dislodge her, but when she refused to budge, gave up, and swung a look of annoyance at Castiel.
"Do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep?" He tossed the covers of the bed away from him, grimacing at the vague memory that CJ had forced him to change into more comfortable clothing and actually get under the covers of the bed.
Sam had gotten a good laugh out of the petty argument, at least.
"What do you want?"
"Listen to me," Castiel's voice was lower, and he could not look either of the humans in the eyes as he turned his gaze toward the moonlight stretching across the bedspread through the window. Finding the courage, after reminding himself he was a soldier, he turned a more firm expression toward the elder Winchester, his jaw tense. "You have to stop it."
"Stop what?" Dean asked quietly, he felt the woman behind him shifting to peek over his shoulder, a few stray wisps of brown tickling his cheek.
The angel lifted his hand, two fingers held out, and was nearly touching the righteous man's forehead before it was sharply smacked away. " Oh no angel boy-! We get five minutes to pack before you haul our asses all over kingdom yon-!"
Seeming more startled by the fact that she had swat his hand than the words themselves, the angel shot her a look of deep concentration once more, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown set on his lips. "What are you?"
"A Prophet without the fancy security detail."
"Your name?" he demanded sternly. She snorted outright, grasping Dean's shirt and hauling him off the bed with her and rushing to grab her bag, "I don't know where the fuck Sam is, but angel boy seems pretty stern about this happening now ."
Dean was given two minutes to change, still reeling from his flashbacks of Hell, both on and off the rack, as well as with the sudden appearance of an angel and the return of CJ-the-Bossy-Lady.
She had hardly tossed his hunter's bag into his chest before he turned, feeling the touch on his temple before he saw the angel and his eyes flashing open with a start.