Alice was running. Weaving through empty alleys, kicking up puddles, trying to get somewhere more populated before the vamps on her tail caught up with her.
Fleeing had become her life of late. She still hadn't figured out why, but people, things were after her. They had killed her sister and burned their home. They wanted her alone and exposed.
She lost them for a moment, but misjudged their speed. Noticing a fire escape, she hops up, legs burning, and starts to climb. She planned to crouch on the stoop that was maybe four floors up, counting on them missing her take the stairs.
But they were still too close. She could feel their presence quickening her pulse. She had made a mistake. Heavy feet below her, the weight of him rattling the railing. Just as she reached the stoop, he was at her ankles. She brought her foot down on his head, but he didnt budge.
She was frozen in fear. Nowhere to go and nothing to defend herself with, she braces, imagining her throat in his teeth. Instead, she is in the air. He hoists her up effortlessly and throws her over the edge.
Everything is black. She hears voices, tries to open her eyes but her body is beyond her command. Her intuition however, is still buoyant. It keeps her from being afraid. She senses humans and angelic grace. Where was she?
"How many were there?", Sam asks, looking from Cas to the bloodied girl he brought back to the bunker.
"Six, maybe more. I don't know why they were after her, why they chose not to drain her. The whole thing is peculiar."
"You thought it was a good idea to bring her here?", Dean says, downing the last of the whiskey in his glass. He seemed mildly irritated, but it was mostly concern with all the unknowns in the situation.
"It was a quick call. She was in bad shape. I couldn't save her and take on the vampires. It was just instinct." Cas was factual, not defensive.
Sam was caring to her wounds. She feels him putting alcohol on her skin, feels the burn. She murmurs and tries to stir. He traces every scrape, each blooming gash on her pale skin.
"Hey...you're safe. Can you hear me?" He pulls her pant leg over her knee, revealing a particularly nasty cut. The alcohol sends searing pain through her, enough to bring her to full consciousness. It was only then she realized her whole body was throbbing. Her eyes shoot open. Whimpering, she looks to her caretaker and surveys the room.
"Thank you…", she breathes. Sam smiles awkwardly, nodding.
"Where am I?"
"You're safe", Dean cuts in. His response satisfies her plenty.
Looking to Cas now, she beams. "You're an angel…"
The three men look at each other. Sam raises an eyebrow. Dean pauses mid-sip. "How do you know that?"
She feels oddly comfortable, doesn't miss a beat. "I'm a seer. Kind of like a super empath", she laughs. "I can sense who...or what is around me. And I can feel intentions."
"That explains why you're so calm", Sam offers. She nods in appreciative agreement.
"I found you and brought you here", Cas starts. "Do you remember what happened? Do you know why they were after you?"
She hesitates, trying to recall. "One of the vamps threw me off the fire escape...I don't know why. Why didn't he kill me or change me?" she sits up slowly, wincing from collective pain.
Cas studies her closely for a moment. He feels he knows this girl. There is something tugging at him, a feeling he is not accustomed to. A strong, palpable undercurrent of emotion.
"This is silly", he says. He walks over to her side. She looks up at him with calm, genuine eyes. Placing a hand to her forehead, he begins to heal her. Her eyes slip closed as she feels his energy swim through her body, washing over all the broken pieces. All her wounds. She sees his ethereal white light in her mind's eye, filling her veins. There is a dreaminess, a joy she can't place.
"Magical…", she swoons. The men again exchange looks. She takes Cas's hand and places it on her chest. He can feel her gratitude, her emotion. It is warm and comforting. He allows his hand to remain there until he feels Sam and Dean's gaze on him.
He inhales, an uneven breath. "Ah...you mentioned your gifts", he says. "Is that all of them?"
She smiles with bright, adoring eyes. "As far as I know", she replies.