There's more to this story. Dean and Sam have an angel in ther back pocket.
What? Riley thought, pausing there. She'd decided to read the next page of her message from Bobby. His letter was spilling secrets and she wasn't emotionally prepared for this one either. First the bombshell about the real hunting he did, then the Winchester boys and their dad and her father. It made her question her whole freaking existance and frankly, that thought alone made her rather unnerved to be reading Bobby's careful print as he told her about his real life.
And hers as well.
He's one of the good ones. I know your studies have probably said that they're all good, but just trust me on this. His name is Castiel. He is an actual angel of heaven and he was seemingly assigned to Dean by God, I guess. He and Dean have gone through some crazy, depressing, awful shit together, but that's another set of stories for another time. Not my place to share and I highly doubt Dean ever will share.
That boy don't do feelings. Just know he'd sacrifice his own happiness for yours. Any day of that damned week.
As far as Castiel goes... if you ever need him, just pray to him and he'll be there. He is family too and I would trust him with your life as well as my two boys. He's a good egg.
That made Riley smile affectionately as Bobby referring to the Winchester brothers as his boys.
Castiel has pulled all of our asses out of the fire at one time or another and he will be right there on the front lines with you kids, fighting the good fight. He has some magical angel mojo and he can heal you.
That made her eyes roll back. Yeah, if this angel Castiel could magically heal her panic attacks and anxiety, that would be a miracle. They'd plagued her as long as Riley could remember, even back through her childhood. Since she'd been old enough to know her dad was gone. Her self harm started when she was a young teen and that was probably one of her ugliest secrets. That one chapter everyone has in their lives that they don't read out loud.
Tears stung her eyes as she sat in the privacy of her bunker bedroom. Riley was laying on her stomach on her bed, clutching the letter in her hands. She wanted to ask the boys about the angel and find out more about him, her curiosity getting the best of her. The two men had insisted if she had any questions, she should come to them this time and they'd be honest with her. After that little incident with her taking off in the woods after looking up their criminal records, Sam and Dean had been open and honest with her, save for whatever they'd been arguing about recently.
Her bible sat on her card catalog table. She read almost daily and she couldn't remember the name of that particular angel and her mind was turning the pages she'd read over and over again.
Riley folded the letter in half and sat up. She, too, wanted to drag the letter out as long as possible, knowing this would be the last time she'd read it for the first time. It was like Bobby would really be gone after the last page and she wasn't quite ready for that. Riley stuck the letter inside of her bible after she unzipped out the cover, smoothing her hand over the inside of the fabric cover. Her orange highlighter was tucked in its slot and she stared at it for a second.
She returned to her bed and knelt down at the side, closing her eyes and folding her hands for the first time since she'd been brought to the bunker, finally ready to pray for the first time since she learned about Bobby's death.
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"She could be of help to us, Dean. To you." Castiel's monotone made Dean roll his eyes. They were in the war room, discussing what the hell to do about the mark on his arm, his little gift from Cain a few months ago.
For the millionth fucking time.
"Keep Riley outta this. She has enough crap going on." The older hunter snapped angrily. Sam gave him a puzzled look, waiting for him to elaborate. Three weeks ago, Dean and Riley had left the bunker abruptly after their last hunt for ice cream.
Ice cream.
"That's another thing, Dean." Sam was half sitting on the table, his arm folded across his chest. "What's with you and Riley, hm? You went out for ice cream?" His brother shot him a deadly glare, telling him to shut his mouth. Sam continued to stare at him, ignoring the angry avoidance in his brother's expression. "Really."
"That's not for me to share." Was all Dean said.
"What the hell's going on with you two?" Sam persisted and Castiel could sense the unease between the two brothers.
The two men were staring at one another, Dean's jaw clenching angrily. Suddenly, the angel made a face, wincing as if he were in pain. "Cas, what's wrong?" Sam's focus moved to Castiel who was now turned towards the sleeping quarters. His brow wrinkled as it always did when he was tuning into angel radio. Dean rose from the chair he'd been sitting in as Sam straightened to his full height, intuned to the angel's movements. Castiel paused, not answering Sam's question.
"Cas?" Dean tried and suddenly, Castiel was gone in a fluttering of wings.
The two men looked at one another in confusion, their argument momentarily forgotten before they heard a scream echo through the bunker.
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The sense of pressure change made her eyes pop open and Riley looked to her left, a small blast of air making her hair blow back from her tearstained cheeks.. A dark haired man in a trenchcoat, suit and tie was standing there, looking down at her with the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. She screamed and he didn't flinch. "You pray extremely loudly. I can hear you, you know."
Two sets of heavy bootsfalls preceded Sam pushing open her bedroom door without knocking. "Riley?" The brunette was up off her knees and in his arms in a second and Castiel remained standing there at the foot of her bed, his intense gaze on the russet haired woman tucked against Sam's side. "Castiel?" The angel tilted his head slightly, still studying the young woman, who was clearly frightened and confused. Her fingers were clutching Sam's open flannel shirt.
"She was praying so loudly, it was hard to concentrate." He said simply, as if that were enough. Sam looked over at his brother, who'd stepped inside Riley's bedroom for the first time since she'd moved in six weeks before. He could feel Riley trembling against him and he felt a sudden sense of guilt that she was even involved in this.
Two months ago, she'd been some normal college student, probably eating pizza with her friends and staying up late studying for finals, hanging out on campus and just being normal. That thought made his own chest tighten; Sam had a hard time even remembering what his own normal college experience was like before the night Dean came to him, asking him to help find their dad.
Before Jess died.
Before everything that was scary and bad came waltzing back into his life.
Still, Sam hugged her close to his side under his right arm, wanting to provide some sense of comfort to the young woman who had been like a surrogate daughter to Bobby. He owed him that much and he looked over to Dean, whose gaze was a mixutre of angry and annoyed as it fixated on the angel in her bedroom.
Dean felt her warm hand on his forearm as she reached out to him unconsciously, safely between the two brothers now, her scared eyes locked on the third man in her room. "Dean, can you please take Cas outta here and have another talk with him about privacy in the bedrooms?" Sam's voice held some annoyance and Riley felt Dean's right hand pat her hand reassuringly.
Riley moved into Sam some, gripping his tshirt as Dean stepped aside to allow Castiel to exit her bedroom before he followed him down the hallway towards the war room.
Sam looked down, watching the young woman look after them as they disappeared around the corner. "Ry?" It was the first time Sam had spoken her name without some sort of underlying wariness in his tone. "Riley, you alright?"
"He said I was praying too loudly." She looked up into his hazel eyes. "He could... hear me?" Sam sighed before glancing over at her bed, noting her open bible, highlighter and a small notebook tucked inside of her biblecover. "Sam?"
"Sit down, we need to talk."
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