Supernatural:What Is This Feeling?{CLOSED FOR EDITING}

Break From All Of This

I woke up from my heavy sleep. And groan as the light filtering through the blinds caught my eye. I cover my eyes slightly and glance over at the clock sitting on the bedside table. It was 8:00 am. I lean back into my pillow and close my eyes. Images splayed out across my eye lids. It showed images of me slashing throats and blood splattering on my face. I opened my eyes quickly. Breathing heavily, i swing my legs over the edge before rubbing my face, my heart beating faster.

"I killed all of those people..." i whispered to myself. I start to think it may be easier just to get a job and quit this. I mean, c'mon! Who would want this job! I dont even get paid and i have no real family. They all died off. And the only ones i have even close to family are probably scared shitless of me.

I get up and get in my laptop. I search the closest jobs near me right now. I search passing multiple odd job openings, finally resting my mouse pointer hovering over a link to a restraunt i passed by last night. I click the link i scroll down a bit until i see in big red letters:

HELP WANTED

I closed my laptop. Maybe i could finally get a break from this mess. Im practically wanted. I just created a mass massacre. No one will take me in. I think back to Sammy and Dean.

"They'd take you in (Yourname)," i whisper to myself. "Will i ever see Cas again? My blue eyed angel probably doesn't even care" i put myself down farther and farther throughout my morning routine to get ready and to head out to apply for that job.
I walked out the motel door,checking out quickly and avoided any eye contact just in case I've been showed on the news.
I was wearing a pair of black jeans and a red plaid shirt. I had my hair up but it was a messy bun, the strands of hair were let loose to roam my face as the wind blew.
I got into my car and started it up. I drove to the restraunt , it probably took me about 5 minutes, and parked the car, locking it and waited for that beep and walked in. It was an old fashioned diner. Black and white tile, retro styled booths. Even the waitresses had old fashioned clothing on. I walked up to one of the waitresses trying to draw her attention.
"Um, excuse me?" i said in a light voice. She turned to me with a smile.
"Yes?" she said in a voice trying to hide the annoyance.
"Is there something i can fill out for a job here?" i asked, politely, my gruff voice starting to leak into my voice a bit.
"Um," she stopped and thought for a moment. "Perhaps i should get the manager. I'm quite new here myself," she chuckled to herself and she stalked off, searching for the manager.
I sighed and sat down at a booth.

Great. I'm pulling a Sam Winchester

My thoughts just began to spill over in my head and i started to worry.

What if they're hurt?

A man with a yellow dress shirt and a black tie walked up with a clipboard in front if him, covering his crotch area with the clipboard.
"How may i be of assistance?" he asked in a light tone.
"Um yes i was wondering where i could go to interview for this job? I saw an ad open for more staff here?" i said hoping he knew where to go

"No need. You're hired. You seem like a good kid. I'd have to do a background check, unfortunately. Requirement." he said, looking down at his feet at the last sentence.
"Gotta a clean record," i said enthusiastically my hand hovered over the table as i swiped my hand in the air.

"Great! You start tomorrow. You will get your uniform and your duty tomorrow," he said cheerfully.
"Great. Thanks for the help," he nodded and walked off. I sat up in my booth and began to walk towards my car.

Will I actually be able to pull off a normal life? Without the Winchesters on my ass constantly?

hey guys Castiel Girl is back. Im so sorry for not updating! Been busy. Anyways who ships destiel???
I have one shots for em!

Thanks for reading!
Love all ma readers!