WÏNGS Chapter Three
Castiel paced the room. You were still asleep, and Sam and Dean were arguring about something in another room. He couldn't help but worry about you. He wondered how tormented you were, and he defenitly wasn't going to poke and prodd for answers. You were like a stray cat. Battered and bruised and scared. He had to be gentle and careful. He didn't want to scare you any more then you already were.
" Cas. Come here for a minute. " Dean called, poking his head from behind the door. Castiel quickly walked into the room and let Dean shut the door. Sam huffed and held the bridge of his nose. Castiel frowned.
" So, Cas. " Dean said, his arms crossed. " Me and Sam have been talking, and I want to question our guest. " Castiel frowned.
" No. " He said quickly. He did not, above all things, want to question their guest.
" Well why not!? " Dean asked, getting a stern look from Sam.
" Because she is startled Dean! You can't just knock over her walls and ask her personal questions! " Sam half shouted, trying to reason with Dean. Castiel noded.
" Sam is right Dean. We can't just ask her about something so damaging. "
" She's the only source we have on that demon Cas! If we don't question her now, it might hurt others! " Dean shouted back, not trying to hide his bubling anger.
" Wrong. " Said Sam, turning to face Dean. " The Rugainde likes to clean up his messes, meaning he wont go on to another female until our guest here is dead. " Dead sighed.
" Great. Now we're the ones being hunted. " Dean remarked, his hand on his forehead. Castiel could tell that everyone was upset, be he still wasn't letting anyone question their guest
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Team Free Will had edventually found out your name, and Dean still wanted to question you. Infact, the only reason he hasn't yet is because of Castiel. He was being way to over protective, I mean, it cant be that bad to just question her. Just to ask her a few simple questions, nothing too damaging, nothing too harsh. It couldn't be that bad, right? Shaking away his doubt, he looked over at Sam. He was doing more reasearch on the Rugainde. Nerd. He looked over at Cas. The tall man was standing at the door of (Y/N) room, making sure she was alright, while staying hidden. So far, the only sounds coming from that door was a few whimpers, and sometimes when she had nightmares, Castiel would slowly open the door and gently shake her awake. He would stay in there for god knows how long, and Dean usally wouldn't see him until morning. It edventually became a routine. Sam called Castiel over to the kitchen to show him somethimg on the Rugainde. The door to (Y/N) was no longer being guarded. Slowly but quickly getting off the couch, he slipped over to the door and turned the doornob oh so slowly. As the door opened just a crack, he could see her, the girl that the Rugainde had tormented. Her back was facing him, and her hair was still a mess. She was wearing an over sized sweater and some long sweat pants that Sam had bought her. She was hunched over, and seemed to be quivering. He didn't know if she was crying or not, but he couldn't hear anything escaping from her mouth. He slowly opened the door and it creeked. (Y/N) flinched. Dean saw het. turn her head slowly to look back at him, a look of terror still written on her face from the night they rescued her. He stopped dead. She didn't tear her gaze away from him, and she didn't move. He saw that as a sign to come in. He opened the door a bit more and slipped inside, closing the door softly. Dean waved his hand slowly, and he now noticed how much (Y/N) was shaking. He backed up against the door so he wasn't invaiding her personal space.
" Hey, I'm Dean. Im just going to ask you a couple of questions about that night, okay? " Dean said softly, holding his hands out in a sign of peace. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and she quickly stood up, shoulders still hunched.
" No no no no, " She repeated, over and over again. Dean frowned.
" Its okay, im not going to hurt you. " Dean murmered, stil holding out his hands. (Y/N) shook her head and her chanting of no became louder and faster. Dean shushed her to try and be quiet but this just freaked her out even more.
"NO! GO AWAY!" She shouted, fists clenching at her sides. Dean could hear Sam and Cas running through the bunker. What he didn't know, was the (Y/N) just punched him in the jaw. He didn't realize what happened until the door opened and his jaw was throbbing.
" Dean! What the hell! " Sam shouted, dragging him up of the floor and away from the hostile girl. Castiel rushed past him and held (y/n), quietly hushing her sobbs until they beame little hics. He put his pointer and middle finger on her forehead, and watched you sagg in his arms. He placed her on the bed and gave Dean a hostile glare.
" How many times are you going to put her asleep like that? " Dean asked, rubbing his jaw.
" How many times are you gping to scare her? " Castiel responded with ice in his voice. Dean got the memo.
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Dean's phone rang.
Cursing under his breath, he picked up the phone.
" Hello? " Dean groaned, shifting the ice on his jaw.
" Boy? You sound terrible. " Dean rolled his eyes.
" Yeah Bobby, I feel terrible too.I guess thats what happens when you get punched in the face."
" What happen- there a more important things to talk about, like the fact that you idjits have gotten yourself in deep shit! " Dean flinched.
" That Rugainde you boys been hunting, its on your asses!" Dean sat up.
" What?" Dean said, frowning.
" You better salt up the place. That thing is pretty powerful, almost as power as an angel. He's pretty pissed too! " Dean stood up off the couch.
" An Angel!? " Dean half shouted, trying not to wake the others.
" Yes Dean, an angel. So protect yourselfs well, its got your scent and it aint droppin' it untill all you idijts die! "
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im so sorry for not updateing sooner, ;-;. Ive been real bussy and have not been able to update for a bit, more chapters are still to come so stay tuned!~