Chapter 5
Castiel appeared in Bobby's kitchen with the girl cradled in his arms. Looking around briefly, he decided the safest place for her would be the panic room. Moreover, although she seemed harmless enough at present, it did not hurt to take precautions. Cass made his way down the stairs. He could feel the female's blood soaking through his clothing. Glancing behind him, he realized they had left a trail of ruby red droplets on the way down the stairs. Looking at his charge, he noted with alarm that beneath the grime she was deathly pale. Quickly entering the room, he placed her on the bed and touched her cheek. It was icy, and she continued to bleed. Castiel knew the hunters would not last long without his assistance, but he could not leave her in her current condition.
Although his senses told him she was as immortal as, she certainly didn't seem to be healing as one of his kind…or even that of a demon. Furthermore, her body was her own, not a vessel that could be replaced. There was simply far too much they did not know about her to definitively say her injuries were not life threatening. He didn't think it wise to chance such a high stakes gamble.
Cass touched his hand to her forehead, attempting to heal her again. Her body fought him every step of the way. What should have been instantaneous and simple turned into a battle between his will and what he quickly realized were her body's natural defenses. Clenching his jaw, Cass pushed, forcing her cells to submit one by one. Sweat broke out on his brow. First, he addressed the bleeding, compelling it to slow and then stop. Next, he turned his attention to the most pressing of her injuries…the head wound. His own head began to pound as he drew the swelling. Panting with exertion, Cass moved next to the lacerations that riddled her back. He settled for simply drawing the infection from the wounds when his vision began to gray. If he pushed much farther, he himself would be too weak to return to aid the Winchesters. Dragging his hand from her forehead, he stumbled back, clutching at the bedpost for balance. Sticky heat trickled into his mouth. Raising a hand to his nose, Cass's fingers came away covered in his own blood. He frowned, the rest of her wounds and breaks would have to wait until he returned. He drew a blanket over her and disappeared.
SUPERNATURAL
Dean, Bobby, and Sam fought back to back, surrounded by a half a dozen demons. All of which were intent on murder. Sam bled heavily from a stab wound to his side and Dean fought to remain balanced, sporting a bullet wound in his right thigh. Bobby fired round after round of rock salt.
"We're in trouble boys, where in all hell is that featherbrained…"
The demon closest to Sam lunged. Invisible hands flung it back before it gutted Sam with a wicked looking butcher knife. Cass appeared behind two demons in front of Bobby who were making their move. Placing his hands on their heads, blinding light burned from their mouths and eyes before they dropped lifeless to the floor. Flinging the rest back with a wave of his hand, Cass stumbled toward the hunters. The remaining Demons lunged forward, but they were too late. The hunters and the angel had already disappeared.
SUPERNATURAL
Cass fell to his knees the moment the group appeared in Bobby's study. Dean groaned and gave up trying to balance on one leg. He dropped to the floor next to Cass instead. Sam and Bobby leaned against the desk, panting.
"Dammit Sam," Bobby growled, "That's a 16th century manuscript yer bleeding all over. Cass, you mind healing these two digits before they wreck the upholstery?" Bobby sounded all bluster, but no one was fooled. They could all detect concern for the brothers lacing his every word.
Castiel reached out a shaking hand for Dean's forehead, but the hunter reared back before he made contact. "Woah Cass, what the hell's wrong with you? You look just like you did the time you sent Sammy and me back in time for the Colt."
Cass gave up and leaned back on his hands, closing his eyes wearily. "The female was losing too much blood to leave her as she was. I managed to stop the bleeding and heal her head wound, however the energy I expended to overpower the resistance of her body was…substantial."
Dean gave the angel an incredulous look and snorted. "No shit. It looks like she drained your angel juice right and proper. You look like hell."
Cass furrowed his brow, "I did not give her any juice Dean." He let out a breath, "I will recover, I simply need time to replenish my reserves. But…" He groaned and reached for Dean again, "I believe I have enough strength to heal your wounds first." After healing Dean, Cass tried to stand, however he quickly slumped back to his position on the floor. Changing tactics, he reached out and grasped Sam by the ankle. He sagged to the floor in a dead faint before either of the brothers had a chance to so much as utter a thank you.
SUPERNATURAL
Aiyla woke with a start. The sound of three…no, four male voices argued somewhere nearby. She tensed, unable to quell a shiver of fear from chasing up her spine. Squeezing her eyes tight, she assessed her situation. Where was she? She hurt everywhere; bone deep pain that threatened to steel her breath. However, pain had been her constant companion as of late, so Aiyla dismissed it for the moment. Curling her fingers at her side, she felt the unmistakable weave of cotton. A bed, she was on a bed, and she felt oddly…light. She sucked in an elated breath when she realized the heavy weight of the collar was absent. Was she truly free?
Aiyla's eyes flew open and the sight above her brought tears to her eyes. The sky. A huge rotating fan whirred sluggishly above but beyond that… the unmistakable constant of the night sky winked at her. It had been so very long. Her lips cracked and bled painfully, but Aiyla could not control the wide smile of elation that spread across her face. The magical moments when the nubile light of day slowly overtook lady-night unfolded before her gaze. It was as if the heavens knew they had an admirer… and proudly proceeded to execute their best rendering of sunrise…just for her. Brilliant saturated purples and pinks slowly snaked across the small bit of sky above, weaving through the clouds like a lovers fingers through locks of hair. She stared, fixated, as the bold brilliance of the early sun filtered lazily through the clouds. She had wallowed in near darkness for so long, that the light pierced at her eyes painfully, making them smart and water in protest. But she didn't care, it was worth the discomfort.