A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying so far! Sorry this one took a little longer to post haha I was procrastinating and it turned out to be longer than I thought! I swear once I get into the juicy stuff I'll stop starting all of them with time skips! This one contains lots more Castiel for your viewing pleasure(: Please review and follow! I love hearing feedback and ideas! Anyway without further ado chapter 3!
Chapter 3
It was a cloudy and chilly night, fairly quiet, with only the distant noise of cars passing by and a few stray cats trying to find a meal. You made your way down a deserted alleyway; you had no idea where you where or what you were doing there but it didn't matter because your body seemed to know. As you neared the end of the pathway, you heard a door in the conjoining alley open and close. You rounded the corner and there was a drunken man stumbling out of the back door of a bar. When he saw you standing there he drunkenly staggered in your direction.
"Hey there perdy lady, whas a nice girl like you doin' back here?" He was a little hard to understand with how much he slurred his words. You didn't respond to him, just stared at him as he tried to come closer.
"Oh, the silent type huh? Well baby, how 'bout we head to my place an have a little fuuun." You smirked at his drunken speech.
"How about we have some fun right here," you said as you took out the silver dagger that was in your jacket pocket.
"What the hell is that?!" He seemed to sober up a bit at the sight of the blade. You took a step closer to him.
"G-get the hell away from me!" Trying to back away from you he had cornered himself against a wall and dumpster. Bad mistake.
"But baby I thought you wanted to have some fun," you whispered seductively into his ear. You pulled the knife up and before he even had the chance to scream you slit his throat. Blood splattered all over you, but you didn't seem to notice as you cleaned your dagger off and smiled at your handy work.
You shot up in your bed, covered in sweat and breathing like you just ran a marathon. Putting your head in your hands you focused on controlling your breathing.
"Another fucking dream," you muttered to yourself as you laid back down. You closed your eyes, tried to forget the dream, and go back to sleep, but you knew that it was in vain.
These dreams had been happening for about a month now. At first they were just flashes of random things that you didn't really understand. However, as time went on they became clearer, more detailed, and longer. None of them were identical but they all had one thing in common; you killing something or someone. They always ended in blood. It was like having an outer body experience, you couldn't control what you were doing. When you first started having the dreams you thought that maybe it was just your new life of hunting taking its emotional toll. Though, as of lately, it felt more like they were old memories resurfacing. You calmed yourself by thinking of rational explanations for you murdering these people. Both you and the Winchesters believed that you might have been a hunter before they found you. So maybe they were just monsters that needed to die. That's what you'd always tell yourself, they were monsters and that's why you killed them. It made you feel better about your actions. Then you'd think about the end of the dreams and how you felt joy, hell even pleasure, when you looked at the bodies covered in their own blood. It gave you a bad feeling in your gut, just thinking about that smile, your smile, it made you shiver.
'They're just dreams (y/n), they don't mean anything,' you thought to yourself as you made an audible huff and sat back up in bed.
You never could get back to sleep after the dreams. Originally, it was very taxing on you but by now you were used to sleeping only a couple hours a night. Looking at your clock and seeing it was 5:00am you decided that you might as well get up. You made your way to the bunker's kitchen to make yourself a morning cup of tea like you always did. The boys would make fun of you for not drinking coffee but tea just tasted so much better to you, plus with the amount of sugar you added, it gave you the energy boost you needed.
After brewing yourself tea, you went to the library and pulled out your laptop. You pulled up newspaper articles from all over the country to try to find a case for you and the boys. Luckily, you weren't limited to just the easy cases anymore. Sam and Dean felt you had proved yourself and now they took you on basically every hunt they went on.
"You're up early," you jumped a little shocked by Sam's sudden presence. He walked into the library with a cup of coffee in hand and sat next to you.
"I woke up and had to pee, couldn't get back to sleep after that. So I decided I'd make being up at this ungodly hour worth something, and find us our next case," you gestured to your laptop. Yes, you just lied to Sam. You knew that you should tell the brothers about the dreams of your past but until you had it all figured out you didn't want to stress them out over something that could be nothing. You'd eventually tell them just not yet. So whenever they asked you why you were up early or looked tired you'd just make up a lame excuse.
"Oh, well I actually just got a call from an old hunting buddy of ours. He wants us to come help him on taking down a group of demons."
"When are we leaving?"
"As soon as Dean is finished packing the car," Sam looked a little uncomfortable.
"Well then I guess I'll go get ready. Way to give a girl time," you playfully smack his shoulder.
"Actually, we were hoping you'd be okay staying behind. Watch the bunker, you know? It's not that we don't want to take you, it's just that this guy is a little paranoid and isn't fond of new people," Sam looked a little guilty and troubled. Not that it was a new look for him.
"That's totally cool. I love you boys but really a girl could use some time to herself every once in awhile. Plus I'm pretty sure burritos are the only thing left in the fridge and I'll pass being stuck in a car with Dean after one of those," you smile and laugh at the thought, waving your hand in front of your nose.
"Sammy, you ready? Let's head out," Dean said as he peered into the room with a burrito in hand, "You'll be fine by yourself right?"
"Peachy! Now leave so I can invite a bunch of hot girls over and have a naked pillow fight."
"Well if that's your pl-"
"Alright Dean, we're leaving," Sam interrupted his brothers perverted thoughts as he stood and started to pull him towards the garage. "Bye (y/n), we'll call to check up later!"
As you went back to staring at your laptop you heard Dean yell good bye to you as well, muffled by food in his mouth. A minute later you heard the roar of the Impala as it left. You closed your laptop, bored by the articles that didn't seem to hold any promise of a case.
You gazed down at the pajamas you were still wearing and concluded that it was time to officially get ready for the day. With that you were off- you showered, got dressed, went to the store to fill the empty kitchen, made yourself breakfast, finished the book you had been meaning too, cleaned your room, did laundry for all three of you, dusted the whole bunker, and put back all the books on their rightful shelves.
It was now 6:00pm and you had nothing to do. You weren't lying when you said that a day to yourself sounded great, especially when you were running on such little sleep; but you didn't know it was going to be so boring! That naked pillow fight was sounding better by the second. Really you just wanted someone to hang out with so your mind didn't keep drifting to those horrible nightmares. As if answering your prayer you heard a flap of wings from behind you.
"Cas! Thank god! I was so bored by myself," you said jumping off the spot on the couch you had been occupying to stand in front of the angel.
"God had nothing to do with this, (y/n). Sam and Dean sent me to check in on you and tell you they're fine as well. It seemed that they didn't want my help."
"Don't take it personally," you patted his shoulder, "I was ditched too. Some old hunter buddy needed help on taking out some demons."
"Ah, have you found anything more? About your past I mean." You shook your head.
"Every once in awhile I'll feel a sense of deja vu, but that's about it. Sam and Dean are still asking around to see if any hunters had heard of me. Seems that I was not a missed person, whoever I was," with that said you looked at your feet, talking about the past was always a sore subject for you.
"I am sure that's not true, (y/n). You're a very wonderful person," Cas said. You could have sworn you saw a slight tint of pink on his cheeks, but you told yourself it was probably just your imagination.
"Thanks, Cas," you smiled as you lifted your eyes to meet his, "Well now that your feathery butt is here why don't we have some fun!" You took his hand and lead him to the media room's closet door.
The closet was full of boardgames; just about every boardgame you could imagine. You were a very competitive person and loved to play them. You had forced the Winchester brothers to play them with you on multiple occasions. Nothing said family bonding like a good game of relationship shattering Monopoly. Though, you had never actually completed a whole game. It usually ended with one of you flipping the board over and not coming out of your room for the rest of the night. With that thought you figured that Monopoly shouldn't be Castiel's first experience with boardgames. You pulled out a couple of your favorites and had Cas pick some of the ones he thought looked intriguing.
You and Cas sat on the floor around the coffee table playing one of the many games you picked out. Cas wasn't doing as terrible as you thought he would, he picked up on the rules very quickly. As the night went on you spent hours playing different games, talking, and getting to know each other. Cas would tell you stories of Heaven and how things were in the beginning of the universe. You loved to see his eyes light up when he would talk about everything he got to see in his long life time. There wasn't much for you to talk about considering you had the memory of about 8 months, and there was no way you were going to bring up your dreams.
"How do you like living with the Winchesters?" Cas asked breaking the silence that had just befallen.
"I don't have much to compare it to but I couldn't wish for anything better. I don't know where I'd be if they weren't there to pick me up that day," you gave a little smile.
"I'm also glad they were there to pick you up that day. You help them more than any of you know. It's nice to know they have someone looking out for them when I'm not around." It was so sweet how much Cas cared for those two. You doubt he even noticed how he had developed feelings for them.
"Thanks Cas. Apparently, the supernatural life follows me wherever I go, memory or no memory. Don't get me wrong though, I love it. I couldn't imagine living a normal life." Not liking where this sappy conversation was heading you decided to change it. "How about we put this game up and I show you one of the best shows I've watched?"
"We haven't finished this game, though I appear to be losing, so yes this show sounds enjoyable." You got up and cleaned up the game quickly, putting everything away.
You went to one of the bags that you brought home from the store earlier that day and pulled out the box for season 1 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. When you first got to the bunker and the boys wouldn't let you go on any hunts you had to find a lot of things to keep you busy and that's when you stumbled on this show. It was like it called out to you. You watched all 7 season in a couple weeks. You figured with the Winchesters gone a couple days you'd go back and rewatch some. Taking out the first disc you put it in the dvd player and started it all up. You sat on the couch next to Cas.
"Let the marathon begin," you said with a giggle. Cas looked a little confused but let it slide and after a slight lingering gaze turned back to the tv.
A couple episodes in you could feel your eyes drooping. It wouldn't be long before sleep took you. You hated sleeping, knowing that the nightmares were going to come. It wasn't long after that thought that you fell sleep.
It was the next morning when the two brothers got home. They looked around the bunker for you until they found you fast asleep on the couch. Then they noticed you weren't alone.
"Aww, don't they look so cute," Dean mocked.
"Dean, Sam, please be quiet (y/n) is sleeping," Cas said trying his best to whisper.
"How long have you been like that?" asked Sam.
"Since last night. She fell asleep and I didn't want to wake her, she seemed so peaceful."
"Good boy, Cas. But now we do need to wake her up, we brought her home a little present," Dean said as he made his way to the couch to wake you up. "Hey (y/n), we're home wake up."
You groaned a little and slowly opened your eyes. You were a little confused as to where you were and why everyone was looking at you. Then you remembered that you fell asleep on the couch with Cas. At first you thought maybe you screamed in your sleep because of your nightmares. Then as you thought back you realized that you didn't have a nightmare. How was this possible? You had a nightmare every night since they started. What was different from last night? The only thing you could think of was that Castiel was there.
'Is he the reason I didn't have a nightmare? Is he the reason I actually slept through a whole night?' you were so confused yet relieved. Then you looked up remembering Sam and Dean were there.
"Hey, you guys are home early. Everything alright?" You voice was a little husky from sleep.
Sam stepped closer to the couch, "(y/n), we found a demon we think can tell us more about you, before you lost your memory."
TO BE CONTINUED...