So i posted a new chapter last night and someone pointed out to me that i forgot to include this and they were very confused. I'm sorry, I don't know where my head was. Enjoy this shorter chapter because i'm lame and coming to an ending is hard. You try writing and tell me it's not. Anyways, comments are always welcome, feel free to say what ever you like.
Cas rolled off the bed and so did I in a mess of sheets and one large quilt. I landed on something hard and I heard Cas grunt under me. My mom walked in with her usual fashion, her face was completely caring and the first thing she did was hug me while I was still halfway sitting on the ground. "Dean, I hope you weren't scared when you woke up and we weren't here."
"I'm fine mom. Did you just get home?"
"Yes, Jessica seemed to have lost some blood. She's saying that someone did it to her, but her parents are blaming it on the trauma." Next to me Cas tenses and I tense up beside him. Mom sees me tense too, "Oh Dean, you'll be safe. That Castiel fellow is long gone." I want to laugh, or cry. I can't decide which. Maybe it'll be both.
"I'm tired mom." I am tired, but I don't know if I can sleep now.
"Oh." She seems to have just realized that I'm covered in my blanket, even if I am on the ground, "Did Sam knock you out of your bed?"
"No, he scared me when he woke me up, that's all." She looks down at me, as if she wants to say more, but I yawn again and she smiles.
"Good night honey." I feel a sharp pain in my chest when I smile back. I hate lying to her.
I'm the worse son ever.
She leaves and I sigh a breath of relief and Cas throws the blanket off his face, "I think I'm sweating."
"Is Jessica going to be alright?" I ignore Cas and look straight at my brother, I know just how much this girl means to him, but I can't imagine having the person I love getting hurt. That and Jessica is a really nice girl. I don't like that this happened to her and her family, but she seemed strong, she can get through this.
Sam shrugs his shoulders and looks down at his feet, "Like I said earlier, they wouldn't let me see her."
I yawn and so does Cas, "What time is it?"
My phone is all the way across the room on my dresser, "A little past two." He stands by the doorway and stares at his feet. "I'm scared Dean."
"It's ok Sam." I get out of the mess of sheets and blankets and go over to him. "She's going to be fine."
He wraps me in a hug and forces me down to where my ear is next to his mouth, "She said she saw a man with messy, dark hair come at her." He lets me go and I stand up.
"You should go to bed Sam, tomorrow's Saturday. You get to sleep in."
"Alright." He turns around and shuts the door behind him. I was so surprised by how cool he just was with Cas, he may not like him, or trust him. But he does know that if mom or dad found out it would not only be the end of our relationship, it would be the end of me. Dad would ship me off to some asylum to get my brain sorted out.
When I turn back to Cas he's standing up, with his head cocked to the side like he does when he's curious, "Did your brother say anything to you?"
He implied that it was you who broke into Jessica's house and tried to kill her, "No."
"Alright, do you want to go back to bed? I can maybe stay for another three hours."
"Where were you before you came tonight?" the question escapes my lips before I have the chance to stop it and I see Cas's face fall. It's not like the time he was angry at me…this is something else.
He's disappointed, and hurt, "I was where I always am now. The church." That takes me by surprise. Sure I've never asked him where he goes when we're not together. I think it was because I was afraid of what the answer might be, but church? "I want to be a better person Dean, I know I may never be forgiven for what I have done, and I'm not asking to be forgiven. I just was peace, and I find that when I am in the Lord's house."
"Which church?" it doesn't even matter, my mouth must be spewing words at random now, because I have no control of what I say anymore.
Cas gives me a strange look, "The one outside of the town, it's old and partially demolished by mother nature." I know that church, Sam and I found it a few years ago when dad took us fishing. We were supposed to be waiting by the car until he found the boat that a friend had left for us, but Sam got bored and I did too. We wound up a mile from the car and in the middle of the woods there was this old white church. It wasn't fancy, it was simple and that's what made it beautiful. The stain glass windows were mostly broken but you could still see some of the saints.
It was creepy, "Ok."
"Why do you ask Dean?"
Because I don't know if I trust you. "Because I don't know anything about you other than the few things you've told me. And it has only been a few things."