Whose Fault?

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own SPN or its characters, I DO however own all my OCs, Ideas, and the story.

"Please forgive me, Thea."

That had been said to me, just as I felt the dark wrap about me and pull me down... Down into a nightmare, an endless nightmare.

I recognized the deep, gravely voice- the same voice I had assumed was my inner consciousness, but suddenly I wasn't so sure.

I was falling down into the dark, cold waves of air and water enveloping me on all sides, I struggled to breath as panic, fear, and pain set in. My throat burned white hot, my cheek did too- my heart was pounding in quick, faint, uneven beats. My lungs ached and screamed, I couldn't get in enough air, I could calm my breathing down, I was gasping, choking.

Is this what dying was? More pain? More suffering?

As my body fell away, my mind raced, forever bombarded with the horror I had experienced in a few short hours on the night my life fell apart around me. I screamed at the memories, my heart ached, my head felt like it was going to split open, tears streamed from my eyes, I felt my soul shatter over and over and over again, the pain was torture, this was all torture.

I saw Cage ripped open on the floor.

The image of my parents filleted, their hearts nailed to the ceiling.

Relived the pain of Conner's knife running over my shoulder and down my back, the same knife stabbing me in the side, cutting open my arm as I blocked a blow, the crack of my ribs as they shattered being thrown down the steps- all of that pain amplified in a fiery wave of pure torture.

Shoving the blade into Conner's chest,

My soul cracked, my soul shattered, heart broke, mind broke down.. Over and over it all went, forever. I didn't think it would stop, and oh I wanted it to stop.

I screamed and yelled until my throat was bloody, I begged for it all to stop, the pain, the suffering. I wanted it over I didn't want to see all of this, feel all of it. It was too much for me, I had managed to stay as sane and put together as I could after everything happened, but this was going to break me in ways I would never get back up from. Ever.

My heart broke as I saw everyone I knew, everyone I loved, they all forgot me. I was nothing to them, I didn't exist.

I was nothing.

"Play with me!" Conner yelled happily, the knife in hand and his eyes black.

No.. No..! Please.. Stop.. !

"You are not the Echoette's daughter. They never had a daughter."

Yes I am! Everyone forgot who I was... I... No one can imagine what that's like... To have your own family forget you were even alive?

I was plunged deeper, and I couldn't scream anymore, my mind was overtaken, I was losing, and now my lungs screamed for air I couldn't get, my body was dying while my mind lived on in eternal torture. I feared the nightmare would never stop.

I wanted out. Any way out would do, just to get away.. To feel nothing, maybe even to forget. I couldn't fight anymore, I was too weak too, and the weaker I grew, the less painful the torture became.

"Stay with me, Thea..."

Someone was holding on to me. Someone wasn't letting me fall away into nothing, into numbness. They kept me in the ever revolving nightmare, in all that pain and torture.

Didn't they get it? I didn't want this anymore. I wanted to let go, and wanted... I wanted to die. Just to get away from the memories, from the life I had been forced into, from the things that haunted me, the pain I felt, the regret, the guilt. I was ready to give up, what life I had left had been nothing good and I didn't want it, damn it!

The more they pulled me, pulled me back, the worse the pain was, the more the memories haunted me, tore out at me, and I screamed again and again. My body felt like it was being ripped in two,

Make it stop!

I was dragged from the dark water at the bottom of my mind, thoughts fragmented and mind overstretched, not able to piece any clear thoughts together, everything a haze of fire-burning agony. My body was on fire, everything hurt on a level so profound words can't describe it, it had passed far beyond the level of torture and agony, it was nothing anyone could have ever endured...

My mind managed to bring me back to the waking world, only a little though, and not nearly enough to make sense of anything.

My body was on fire to the point I was freezing, my head throbbed terribly, my heart fluttered in odd, uneven, unhealthy beats. I was gasping in air in quick, shallow, harsh breaths that weren't nearly enough, my chest ached from the lack of breathing regularly. My entire being shook uncontrollably, covered in a cold sweat, trembling and gasping, my mind in a haze that I couldn't focus, I couldn't see anything, my eyes couldn't open, fading in and out, pain engulfing me so I couldn't help but continually wince, groan and gasp at the agony all over me.

Where I was, I didn't know. The surface under me was harder than a bed, and too sticky to be any sort of sheet or bedding, and everything rocked slowly, though that could have been my shattered mind.

"... ean... I... He...pl...ease"

That voice made its way to me in the middle of my agony, it was faint and far off, and my fading mind couldn't hear everything said, it was all fragmented, jumbled. But I knew the voice, the same one, the same one that'd been in my head... The same one I was sure was keeping me here, even through all the pain it was putting me through.

"...a...avor... she... Bad..."

Bad?

Bad didn't begin to describe it, this was hell, a hundred times over, and being forced to stay wasn't helping...

My consciousness failed and the nightmare started up again, worse than before, always getting worse...

I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't keep living through this, it just kept breaking me, more and more, into smaller pieces, more pieces.

I began to believe that ever waking up wasn't possible, which was the one thing that person keeping me here didn't seem to accept. And if by some miracle, I made it through this? What then?

I wouldn't be a person anymore, I'd be way too broken, far beyond repair, I'd never function again, I wouldn't ever live again. Not really.

The tears never stopped, as I saw Conner swinging the kitchen knife at me again, this must have been the ten thousandth time... It never stopped, I wanted it to stop...

I blinked, feeling my body suddenly lighten, a rush of coolness washed over my being, and the dark of my home suddenly went away, the blood, the pain, it was all gone- and before me I saw Conner's smiling face as he tossed the baseball toward me. I caught it easily, staring at him and his smile, his sparkling green eyes full of glee, the park around us resting in the light of the dying sun, a breeze blowing through and ruffling both our hair.

This was the park near our house, I had taken Conner here every once in awhile when we had been bored. We'd sit an talk, mess around, play games with one another. We spent time with each other, always happy, in bliss... This was bliss I could hardly remember feeling, everything had been nothing but darkness, pain, grief, for so long...

My heart swelled when I looked at him, the real him- not when he had been possessed. I loved him more than anything, I would do anything for him, and he knew it.

Conner faded in a ray of gold as suddenly I was running around our backyard, laughing as Cage barked and chased after me and the toy I held in my hand. The dog I loved, the one I slept with at night, who was always there at the foot of my bed, eyes shinning and tail wagging.

Then I was with Sarah, sitting with her on the couch, in the middle of a story about one of the books she'd read as I listening intently, enjoying every second she recited the story in glee and happiness, the vigor and cheer I had always loved, of how much of a nerd she was. I was always perfectly happy to listen to her, I hadn't needed to say anything, listening was enough.

Then I was with my parents, eating at a restaurant as my father and I listened to mom recite what happened at her job the day before, always in that exaggerated and over the top way she told all her stories. My dad and I shared an amused look between us as she talked, and he mockingly rolled his eyes a little and I chuckled under my breath.

Before me flashed all the happy memories I had begun to forget, all the good times with my family, my friends, all the things I missed so much it had made my heart hurt to think about them- and it still did, but it was a happy ache compared to the torture I had been enduring, the years of solitude and grief. My tears slowed, and I smiled a little, I had forgotten how good it was to see them to hear their voices, remember their faces.

There was no pain here, just peace. I didn't know how I got here, and it didn't matter either. It was just such a relief to be away from the darkness, it was so good to feel at least a little happy again, not to live in despair and pain even just a few moments. Because I didn't get to remain there for very long, before the black crashed back over my mind and the pain flared to life again, only this time I wasn't dragged down.

Maybe it was because the nightmare came to an end, maybe because my mind and body were given rest from the torture of what happened to me, or maybe whoever had been holding on to me in the dark had finally managed to pull me out. I had no clue, but at least it was over, and my mind was back in the land of the living... Or at least I assumed so.

Everything was still painful, my body ached and my heart was still beating unevenly, but it was better than last time, and my breathing had managed to slow down at least a little that I could take deeper breaths. I still felt like shit though, my head pound in accordance with my heart, it made me groan as I attempted to shift, every move was painful.

I opened my eyes to a dim light shinning in around me every so often through clouded windows above me, the black receding from my vision slowly, still blurry. I was where I had been before, and now I figured out what it was, a car.

I had been laid out in the back seat of a car, the light outside was dark as if it was still night time, I assumed the lights passing by every once in awhile were sparse streetlights passing us by as the car rolled on.

I took notice that my throat wasn't slashed open anymore, running a hand over the skin it was smooth an untouched, as of it never happened. The same was for the cut across my cheek and over my jaw, that had suddenly disappeared too... What?

I specifically remembered the scalpel slashing over my throat, my blood pooling out of the wound, choking on it. And now there wasn't even a scar? That had to be impossible...

I hissed under my breath and rolled over to try and see the rest of the car, most specifically the person driving. I couldn't really see them very well, just a tan coat, their hands on the wheel, a mess of dark hair... But that was it, everything was too dark and the scarce light from the passing streetlights wasn't enough to get a better image.

Now, let's take a minute to think on why I was still even a little sane. After all of that, I should be a mess, I should be broken beyond repair- mumbling to myself and unable to function correctly. And though the memory stung, the pain and torture was unbearable if I thought about it... But I was still relatively sane for the most part. My mind was still working though I could feel the ghost of my past haunting me at the back of my mind, I could feel the agony of the endless nightmare nagging at me- but I pushed away into a deep, dark corner of my mind and locked it tight...

But even so, I was better than I should be. My mind was more intact than I had anticipated... Not that I was complaining... But at what cost? The endless torture I had to sit through? All that suffering I had been forced to endure?

"Who the hell... Are you...?" I hissed lowly, managing to sit up with my legs on the seat and lean back against the door.

They jumped when they heard my voice, the car swerved a little on the road in reaction and his head snapped around toward me, my eyes meeting his tired blue ones as his face lit up in complete shock when he saw me. Shock on what? I figured maybe it was because he hadn't thought I would wake up, or maybe it was something else- all train of thought on the matter failed when he suddenly pulled the car off to the side of the road and the sudden bumps jostled my aching body so it flared in pain, I hissed, my eyes shutting.

"God... Damn it..." I growled, body rigid and jaw clenched. My face fell as my stomach suddenly flipped incessantly and I felt the bile rising up my throat. My fingers fumbled for the door handle as I stumbled from the car and over the oily and brittle grass on the side of the road, toward the shrubbery not far from there as my body convulsed in painful spasms, eyes watering and throat stinging, panting and feeling faint.

I stepped away when it was over and wiped my chin with the back of my hand, stumbling across the grass halfway before I had to sit down, my legs were shaking too much to walk properly. I took notice that the man who had been driving the car had stepped out, now he was shuffling nervously near the car, blue eyes darting back forth between me and the ground. He fidgeted, like he didn't know what to do or how to handle anything now that I was actually conscious.

The thing that hit me though, was that sense of insane, calm power floating about him. It was the same sort of vibe I felt when I was around Demons, the sense that they were different- not just evil and dark. It was the feeling that they were not inherently human, and that was a feeling I got from the man standing near the car before me.

He was in a suit with a brown trench coat over it, a blue tie that matched his eyes and a mess of black hair. There were wrinkles near the corners of his eyes that made him look more tired and strained then he probably should, though at the moment I knew he was struggling to come up with a course of action, or maybe even what he was going to say. So, I spared him the trouble for a minute.

"Who and what are you?" I asked in between my panting. His eyes went a little wide at the question of 'what', as if he hadn't expected me to realize he was not human- or at least so I felt. He looked human enough, but my instincts were telling me different.

"Thea..." He mumbled, before letting out a sigh, eyes closing a moment before they rest upon me once more. "My name is Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord, I was stationed here on Earth and ordered to watch over you... I was watching you while everything happened with your family, and then off and on since that time..." His voice trailed off as he continued, because he saw the scowl on my face the minute he stopped talking, the scowl that appeared there immediately after my initial shock at the news was forgotten, and in his blue eyes there was real regret.

Regret for what?

There was no lie in his voice, I knew when people were lying to me. And he was not, he was telling the truth, or he really believed he was what he said he was.

But a part of me realized that the fluttering of wings, the very noise I had heard before I was forgotten by everyone, that had been the fluttering of Angel Wings.

There had been someone there. There had been someone watching as my life was thrown up and ripped apart.

There had been a freaking Angel sitting there watching. Just watching.

An Angel who had sat back and just observed as my brother tried to kill me, as my parents were tortured and killed, as a Demon possessed Conner. An Angel who just watched as everyone forgot I existed, as I was forced to kill my own brother or be killed myself. An Angel that had just sat there as my soul shattered, and one who only cared enough to check in on me when I was thrown into that Mental Hospital only off and on.

An Angel had just sat back and watched as I was broken, shattered, and ripped apart. As I was forgotten by everyone I ever knew, as I lost all the people I had ever loved. He hadn't done a thing.

"An Angel?!" I spat, fists clenching at my sides as a rage began to build up inside of me, a rage unlike any other I had ever felt. Rage that made my body shake I was so angry, I was so hurt.

Castiel flinched at the tone of my voice, eyes glittering in regret, guilt and sadness so profound it would give anyone pause, but I couldn't care.

"What kind of an Angel could just stand back and let that happen?! How could you just watch as my life fell apart?! When I had to kill my own brother?!" I got to my feet, all weakness and unsteadiness forgotten in the surge of pure and utter rage, my voice cutting out at the night air around us. "How could you have done nothing when Conner killed my parents, and then tried to kill me?! How could you have left me there in that Hospital?! Do you have any idea what all of that did to me?! How many times my soul shattered, my heart broke?! Do you have any fucking idea how devastating and horrible my life has been?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?! HOW COULD YOU JUST LET ALL OF THAT HAPPEN?!"

My voice rose steadily until it shook the night air, as all that anger, all the pain and rage and heartbreak- the endless nights of nightmares, the days spent alone and left to wither away, all of it- it all came crashing down, all on his head, as my body shook with all the emotion and my eyes sparkled with it, the small tears creeping up and down my cheeks.

He recoiled, his blue eyes a sea of regret and guilt and sadness unlike any other, because for all he thought he may have known about what I went through- I suddenly destroyed that. For the first time he was seeing what a mess I truly was, how broken and twisted, angry and pain filled, and haunted I really was, down, deep inside. He saw the withered shell of a person I was, he saw how badly my soul was shattered, and he saw how far gone I was. He saw the pain. The unbelievable, unbearable pain I had endured.

And it was all his fault. He was an Angel, he could and should have done something, anything to try and prevent anything that happened from happening at all. He could have tried at least. And he hadn't.

I was being harsh, insanely hurtful, and I didn't care. In my mind he deserved to see all that, to hear me yell at him, because in my mind it was his fault. And I should be allowed to be angry, and harsh and hurtful- especially to the person who could have tried to help me, and never had.

But suddenly, all the anger and pain that flowed through me, the energy it had granted, it disappeared as I yelled my heart out to him, as it all came out. My legs gave out underneath me as black crashed over my vision and feverish weakness clouded my senses. The sudden amount of effort and energy I had just wasted left me no better than I had been, I was still hurt, I was still sick... And no amount of rage was going to fix that.

I struggled to cling to wakefulness, feeling arms wrap about me before I could completely hit the ground, my front pressed up against someone else's as they held me close, gently but tightly, as we both sank to our knees in the grass. Their chin rest in my shoulder as my cheek pressed up against their chest, they were warm, which was both comforting and very uncomfortable- my body couldn't decide if I was cold or hot my fever was so high. It took a moment or two for my mind to reach the conclusion that it was Castiel who had caught me before I could hit the ground, and who was continuing to hold me in his embrace, almost protectively... As if I was some delicate flower that if he let me go I would fall apart, which at this point was probably pretty true...

... I wasn't sure I liked the contact with the very person who had essentially let my life fall into the continuous living hell it was now. I wanted nothing to do with him, I was still very angry at him... In fact I just hated him for what he did, for letting it happen. But at the moment, my body didn't have the strength to reject him.

I had a hard time focusing, falling in and out of black, the fever starting to take a hold of me again. In this state I had a hard time hearing what it was that Castiel was saying to me, because I began to hear him murmur some things as he continued to hold me. I listened harder, trying very hard to make sense of it all.

"... Thea... I am... Sorry..." His voice was low and full of sadness, he seemed to be having a hard time getting the words out. "... I regret every minute... I wasn't there to help you... I know I should... Have done something... Anything to... Keep you safe... You were my responsibility... And I failed you... Nothing can make up for my mistakes... And I'm afraid there is nothing I can do... To make up for what my mistakes have cost you..."

I hated that.

His voice was hitching, cracking... His tone so full of pain, sadness, regret, guilt... All of it pure. Every single word was filled with the purest emotion I thing I had ever heard, I knew he meant what he was saying, I could tell he was sorry... But did he think telling me he was sorry was going to cut it? That somehow a simple apology was going to wipe clean years of pain, torture, and fear?

No, it wasn't. It was nowhere close... And he was right, nothing would make up for what I had been through. Nothing.

Even then, it meant something, even if that something was slight, to actually hear someone admit to it... To have someone tangible to blame... And to know that they were torn up about what had happened to me. That they realized it was their mistake that I was like this now... That I was so broken...

There was someone to put fault on.

There was someone who was sorry for what they did to me. Truly sorry.

His apology wouldn't make things better, it wouldn't come close... But at least... It was a bit better to just know... There was someone willing to admit to me.. What they did wrong...

"I am so sorry, Thea... I wish I could take it all back..." He whispered, his voice failing him near the end as he held me tighter, just as my mind gave away and I was sent spiraling into cool nothingness.

Castiel

I had a name to my mystery, the sound of an Angel's wings, wings that had been the prelude to my life becoming a living hell.

The sound of Castiel's wings.

I had an apology.

"I am so sorry, Thea... I wish I could take it all back..."

An apology that meant very little, but even then still amounted to something. Someone who admitted their fault, someone seemingly truly sorry for what happened to me.

I had a clue.

A clue to why that Demon possessed my brother that night, when my parents were killed and my existence was erased from the world.

Some Demon, somewhere, wanted something. Something they thought that I had.

I was out of that Mental Hospital.

Albeit, I was on the run from Demons, and now I was in the company of the being who had a chance to stop my life from becoming hell, and who hadn't taken it. I was sick, broken, shattered, probably insane...

But I was out.

I had gained much more in the last few hours than I had for four years in the room of that Mental Hospital I had been in.

I knew my life was still A Grade Hell, it always would be... That was the life I had now... But maybe... Just maybe... I should try and live with it. Prosper, despite it.

... If that was even possible.

I wanted the solitude, the silence of sitting in a room alone, forever haunted by my past, the days of withering away- to end. I didn't want any of that anymore. I had never wanted it... Perhaps this was the chance to change it.

I didn't like the circumstances I was in at the moment, I didn't like being in the company of Castiel, for however long that was going to be. I didn't like being unhinged and broken... And I certainly didn't like the idea that Demons were probably hunting me.

But damn it, I would have to just deal with it.

And what was more? I wanted revenge. I wanted the name of the Demon who had ordered all of this. I wanted to know why my life fell apart. Why everyone forgot me, why they were after me and what they wanted.

I wanted that Demon dead. And I was going to get that, even if it killed me.

My mind came back to wakefulness, what I guessed, was not long after the time I fell away into the black, because when I opened my eyes it was still dark outside and we were still driving- Castiel silent in the driver's seat with his eyes trained to the road.

There had been no nightmare or torture this time around, I was thankful for it, and so was my battered and frayed mind- I don't think I could stand another one of the nightmares, and I hadn't been forced to- this time around my mind had remained in cold bliss, calm and empty.

I sat up slowly and leaned against the door, still feeling feverish but much better than last time.

"Castiel.." I said slowly, lowly- attempting not to freak him out as much as I had the first time, no need to go swerving off the road again. How my voice managed to freak an Angel out was beyond me, weren't they supposed to be all powerful celestial beings? Yet he seemed to act relatively human for all purposes, I mean hell- he was driving a car.

He flinched, but he didn't entirely freak out this time around, he managed to calmly glance back toward me, eyes tired and sparkling as he saw me. "Thea... How are you feeling?" He asked slowly, his head turning back toward the road and eyes meeting mine through the rearview mirror. I rubbed a hand through my hair and sighed, letting my eyes close.

"Shitty." I replied bluntly, my eyes opening just in time to see the small frown appear across his face. "... What happened, at the Hospital?" I asked slowly, "How am I even alive when that Demon sliced my throat? And what the hell did it want from me anyway?"

"You knew it was a Demon?" Castiel answered my questions with a question of his own, voice low and eyes glued to the road. I glanced out the dark, moisture covered window and nodded a bit.

"Yeah, I know... I just... since Conner and everything, I figured that what had taken him was a Demon... It makes sense, and I just knew on instinct."

"Most humans prefer not to believe what they see." Castiel murmured. "Many of them write off what they actually see as nothing, they don't buy into it..." I quirked an eyebrow. I understood that of course, at one time I wanted nothing more then to reject what I knew to be a Demon- I didn't want to believe it was one. But I had to, because the prospect of a Demon hadn't been the most ridiculous thing to happen to me in my life.

"... I suppose you'll probably need to learn about all the rest... But I think the two of them will help with that..." Castiel mumbled, his voice so low I wasn't sure if he was really talking to me or if he was mumbling to himself.

"Castiel?" I mumbled, trying to draw his attention back and he sighed.

"Sorry... As for your throat, I healed that to keep you alive." He murmured, "I did that as soon as I disposed of the Demon who was attacking you, before I took you away from that Hospital."

"Healed?" I asked, slightly astounded. "Angels can do that?"

"We can... Most wounds are easy to repair." He paused, blue eyes flicking toward the rearveiw mirror to meet my gaze, where he seemed to know what I was thinking. "... However, your sickness and other ailments are not so easy, though I've been trying to keep you alive and as stable as I could."

By that he meant he was the one that kept holding on to me, he kept me from falling into the dark, he kept me in that endless cycle of nightmares and torture. If he knew how much pain it had been, how much keeping me alive had made me suffer- I couldn't tell. He just seemed overall guilty and sad,

"... Alright..." I mumbled. "But what did that Demon want? It spouted something about a boss, who thought I had something that they wanted. Any ideas?"

He was silent for a very long time, as we continued down the dark empty road. I blinked in surprise at the silence, I wasn't quite sure why he was so quiet so suddenly- because to me, it was a simple question, and I assumed he would know. Angel's were supposed to know things right? And if Castiel had been 'watching' me he must have figured out what that Demon wanted.

"I'm not sure, Thea." He replied, earning a genuine look of shock from me. Because, how could he not know?

"What?" I breathed,

"I had been trying to understand why those things happened to you as well... But no matter how far I searched or how deep I dug- I haven't been able to find the real reason... I don't know why all of this has happened to you, or who the Demon is that is after you... I'm sorry." He told me slowly, voice lowering near the end as I looked away, closing my eyes. "I wish I had answers for you.. I really do..."

I had been hoping Castiel would know. Anything that would help me get closer to destroying the bastard that started all of this was welcome, but if the Angel who had supposedly been 'watching' me didn't know- there wasn't much hope for finding answers, at least not for a long while.

That in itself was annoying, and infuriating. My fists clenched and I closed my eyes at the flare of annoyance growing inside me,

That Demon needed to die, and I needed to know why my life had been turned to shit. Now I was going to need to really work for it, and I would.

I forced myself to let out a slow, calming breath, crushing the anger rising inside of me. I noticed that Castiel was looking at me, he must have been watching to see my reaction to the news, and the worry on his face was apparent.

"Thea.." He started but I shook my head and looked away, a frown creasing my lips.

"Whatever... Just... Forget it for right now." I muttered lowly, voice little more than an annoyed growl. I didn't want to hear any excuses or apologies from him any more, I had heard enough. Castiel's eyes fell in shame and I huffed a little, not particularly concerned if I had hurt his feelings or not. He had done a bit more to me, I figured no amount of being rude nor crass could amount to the pain his inaction had put on me.

"Where the hell are we going anyway?" I muttered.

At first thought, it was reasonable that I wouldn't want to be anywhere near him- and I didn't. But I wasn't stupid. I had nowhere to go, I had Demons hunting me, and I was probably being searched for by the police for breaking out of the Psychiatric Hospital. I was still a sort of convicted murder after all.

Now I'm not saying I would enjoy being his company, but I really didn't have much choice right now... Perhaps maybe after I had recovered a bit and learned a few more things, I would ditch the Angel who had sat back and watched my life be destroyed... I pushed those thoughts away for now.

"And how long have I been out?" I added in, it felt like years, but from the dark outside it couldn't have been more than a few hours...

"You've been in and out of unconsciousness for nearly 24 hours." Castiel mumbled lowly, "As for where we are headed... You need a place where you can be kept safe and be able to recuperate. The best place I know of is with two friends of mine... They're Hunters."

"Hunters?" I echoed, the term suddenly striking an odd chord within me- somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt that term had some meaning I didn't quite understand... Huh.

"Humans who hunt and kill things like Demons." Castiel explained. "They're trustworthy... And they may be able to help solve the mystery of why and what Demon is after you..." He trailed off, letting his blue eyes land on me from his veiw in the mirror for a split second. "... After you've recovered, of course..."

Was that concern in his tone just then? If it was, I didn't want it, at least not from him.

My eyes went back to watching the dark outside pass us by. What choice did I have on any of this? No choice... I had to go along with it for now, and the idea that these two "Hunters" Castiel knew, may be able to help figure out why I had my life thrown apart- that interested me. I needed to know so many things, because I could tell there was much more about this Hunter thing that Castiel wasn't saying at the moment. I needed help to figure out why all this happened to me, I knew it.

"Fine." I replied lowly, letting my eyes fall closed and head lean against the seat. "... But I'll need you to make a quick stop before we get there, alright?" I wasn't really asking, more ordering that in a slightly less demanding tone than I could have used. He would stop if he liked it or not, I was in blood covered Mental Hospital scrubs, my hair was a mess, I was covered in sweat, and I looked like shit... I needed to change, and maybe something to drink would be nice.

Castiel didn't respond for a bit, before he finally let out a small agreement of "Alright..." And we continued on in silence, getting closer and closer to the new part of my life, the one where I was dragged into the horrors of a world where all the things said to be hiding in the dark were suddenly very real. Not just Demons and Angels, other things- things in never imagined could possibly be real... And things that suddenly were.

All of it.