Cass stared down at me with a blank expression. In his hand was a silver blade exactly like mine, but it wasn't mine. My blade was on the ground a few feet away from where we were. He reached his hand out to me, which I took. As soon as I was on my feet, my body was slammed into the wall yet again.
"You could have got yourself killed." He growled lowly with an emotionless glare.
"But I didn't." I smiled softly at my joke, still too tired to do much more. I let out a yawn, deciding it was safe to give into the sleep that tugged at my body. My eyes closed gradually. I yet out yet another yawn before leaning into Cass. With a simple 'thanks for me to the other, I let my body drift into sleep.
When I came to, my head was resting on a shoulder and music played softly in the background; Metallica I think. I could feel and hear the rumble of the Impala's engine.
"You are awake?" Cass spoke calmly. I moved my head off his shoulder and sat upright, stretching my muscles.
"Yeah." My voice was groggy still, hinting that I just woke up.
"Should I ask you to explain now?" He asked awkwardly, as if not knowing what to do. I gave a small chuckle at his socially awkward words.
"I'll explain, what do you want to know?" I stared at him, waiting for him to barge me with questions.
"Where did you run away from?" He deadpanned; it seemed as if he was asking because he had to. Something went off in my mind, blinking code red but I just shrugged it off.
"It's an institute called Heaven. Not the real deal though." I started off simple.
"Why did you run away?" Cass asked the next question almost instantly after my answer. I scowled at nothing.
"They kidnapped me a long time ago. I can't really remember anything before the institute. They tried to program me to be an obedient servant of God." I let out a humorless chuckle. "Anyway, they would always say something about the apocalypse and how I would fight Lucifer as Michael's weapon. His meat suit they kept saying. The people there even say and act like they are angels! The only way to kill those damn things is an Arch-Angel blade." I raised my silver blade. Then something registers in my brain. "How do you have one?"
Cass glanced at me before quickly focusing on the road. "I am an Angel of the Lord." He said seriously with his quiet voice. He said it just like every bastard at the institute! Everything fell into place, like a puzzle.
"Everything was a lie? It was set up?" I mumbled in disbelief and somehow it hurt me. I felt so betrayed right now, even though I had just met this man. It was hard to believe he was one of those angels. "So, now that you played around with me, you'll bring me backā¦"
"No." Cass yelled abruptly. He sounded angry, and I jumped in surprise at his voice so loud. "I am not like the others, I am doing what I believe is right. I knew that I had to save you, and we have to stop the others from achieving their goal."
"How do I know that you aren't lying?" I didn't want to question him but I had to no matter how much I wanted to believe in him. Hurt flashed in his eyes.
"Just trust me. I trusted you when you told me to." He frowned with a grumpy look on his face. If I wasn't mad at him, I would laugh at the funny face. "I'm here to help."
"To just help me? What about my brother?" I growled at the thought of Cass only interested in my well being. I loved my brother. He was the only family left I had.
"I can't help your brother, you are the only one." He replied with a calm voice.
"Pull over." I glared out the window, beyond mad. However, the car didn't stop. "Stop the car!" I yelled a sharp edge to my words.
Ever so slowly, the car pulled to the side of the road before coming to a complete stop. I swung the door open hastily, and slammed it with brutal force. I tried to clear my mind and get myself as far away from both Cass and my past as fast as possible. The sounds of wings flapping came from right behind me. With it a stern hand was placed on my shoulder.
"I can't let you leave." Cass spoke sternly and demanded me to listen with his deep, yet petite voice.
"Leave me alone." I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, continuing to walk away. The sound of feet rapidly hitting the ground came from behind me and grew closer, although I just shrugged it off. I then came to realize Cass was dashing towards me after he tackled me to the ground. His hands pinned my wrists to the side of my body and he used his hip to secure me from escaping. He was surprisingly strong.
"I cannot let you leave." He repeated yet again with the same tone of voice. He frowned at me as well. I let out a warning growl to tell him he better get off of me. Instead of doing so, he pushed me into the ground harder. His hands grasped my wrists in a bruising strength. I bit my lip at the painful grip.
"Cass last time I was pinned down like this, I got laid." I gave a cocky smile to try and lighten the mood. Said man looked down at me with confusion at first before he came to terms with what I meant. Still, he didn't get up. However, a small blush dusted his cheeks.
"I cannot let you leave." He was like a broken record.
"Can't or won't?" I questioned his motives for the first time.
"Both." Was his short reply, there was no hesitation. "Please, just stay with me."
The plea caught me by surprise, even if he didn't mean the hidden meaning. I gave a small sigh before finally giving him an answer he would like.
"Fine you win. I'll stay." I scrunched my face up in distaste as I admitted defeat. A small, rare smile graced on Castiel's pale lips, his bright blue eyes lighting up in delight. In return I my face turned a light shade of red as I thought of how cute he looked like that. That's when I finally came to realize how close out bodies were and how hot it was right now. "Can you get off of me now?"
"Oh." Cass looked embarrassed and disappointed at the same time as he slowly got off of me. He held out his hand once he was steadily standing upright. I took it gratefully, though a hint of sadness of the lack of him on top of me lingered in my head. I got on my feet and we headed towards the Impala.
"Here," Keys were tossed at me, which I easily caught. "The car is originally yours."
"Since when?" I gave him a strange look, even if I loved the baby.
"It was your dad's." A hint of sorrow was laced in his words. I was going to push the concept more but decided to drop it. If I was to start trusting Cass, then I should start now.
I hopped into the driver's side as Cass slide into the passenger side.
"My baby." I like the ring to that as I said it like it was natural to be behind the wheel. Something then flashed in my memory; an image of Sam, me and I think my dad in this very car. It seemed to be when I was younger, maybe 14. Except that I have been at the institute my whole life. Something wasn't right was what kept on repeating in my mind.
That very image haunted my mind as I started the car. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't go away wither. It stayed planted in my head, relentless. So as I drove down the road, I wandered what possible could be going on.
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