Winchester's girl

chapter seven

"So is there anything you can do about it? Maybe just to take the pain away at least?" I lay on my bed as Sam sits to my side and Dean and Cas stand in front of me.
"Perhaps I can try. But, I do not think I will be able to fix it all back to normal." Cas responds. His voice is sincere and I can tell that he wants nothing more than to help me through the pain. Every time I see Cas he wears the same thing and it is often something hard to explain to my friends when they happen to see him on Snapchat.
So, I've come to terms that it is easiest to tell people that he has to wear that outfit to work and I basically only see him after he gets off because he works a lot. Which, when you give it some thought, it is not necessarily all a lie.

Cas begins to brush his hands gently above my burns and I feel a sort of tingling start to enhance. It doesn't necessarily hurt but it feels as if my leg is going numb.
"Is it working?" Dean ask.
"I think so. It feels kinda numb." Sam leans over to get a closer look and we bump shoulders. Instead of moving away like he usually would do when we would accidentally bump into each other, he just stays where he is and doesn't move.
30 seconds or so pass by and then Cas stops and puts his hands down.
"How do you feel now?" He ask. I slowly reach over to the area that only a few seconds ago brought me sever pain but only now brings me slight discomfort.

"It only hurts a little bit... oh my god, Cas thank you so much!" I say, raising my voice. I push myself up onto my knees, and hug Cas from my bed. Sometimes he is use to me hugging him but sometimes it throws him off and today was one of those days that it through him off.
"Alright. Good. Well, I'm gonna go make some food for the game. Cas, you gonna help me out?"
I look over and see both Cas and Dean making eye contact. "I suppose." Cas responds. Dean looks over to me, winks, and walks out of the room with Cas following him.

Sam and I are left in the room together and he takes up an even bigger portion of the bed after his brother and Cas leave. Making himself comfortable in my mass amount of pillows, he takes the small one hits my arm with it. I grab one side of it and we both hold it at the same time.
"I'm glad you're felling better." He says. Some of his hair falls in front of his face but he ignores it and I wonder if he even notices because his eyes are shut.

"Sam... it's like 7:30 and you're really fucked up already." I laugh at the end of my sentence and feel his hand connect with my shoulder as he pushes me down on the bed. "Shut up. Loser." He responds in a joking manner. I always knew he was strong, but until he picked me up today I never realized how strong he actually is and how huge his muscles are. Even right now his arms look huge in his black t-shirt.
"Okay, I need to change out of these clothes. So, out." I say. Getting off my bed, I make my way over to my drawer of pajamas and grab a pair of long black socks, black and red plaid pajama shorts, black thong underwear, and a white (somewhat oversized) hoodie that has the word love written across it in a warm yellow tone.
"Change in the bathroom." He says. Rolling my eyes, I make my way into the bathroom and shut the door. I quickly take off my shirt and bra, put on some deodorant and slip on the white hoodie.

After taking off my leggings I look and see that the scars noticeable but not extremely bad. In some odd way I don't feel as upset about this situation as I thought I would be. I don't know if it is due to the fact that the boys don't really seem faced by it, or because I am starting to accept the lifestyle, but I'm happy that I am not working myself up over something that I can't control.
I slip on my fresh pair of underwear, followed by the shorts, and then the pair of socks. Out of habit, I throw my dirty clothes into the hamper but then walk over to it and take out the pair of leggings because they now have to go in the trash. I walk over to the small garbage can next to the toilet and throw them in there. Figuring that I just don't want to deal anything else related to this situation anymore tonight, I will empty the small garbage can tomorrow.