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- Third-person point of view -
The tires of the Impala squeaked over the wet road as Dean tried getting Lilly-Mae back to the motel as quickly as possible. Castiel held onto the girl with both arms as tight as he could without hurting her, to make sure she was safe and wouldn't make any stupid decisions, like jumping out of the moving car.
"Let me go, please!" Lilly begged as she tried her hardest to escape from the angel's grasp. Everyone seated in the vehicle was equally confused about what had happened, what exactly caused her to behave as if she was being held at gunpoint. When Dean drove over the sidewalk onto the motel's parking, Sam hit his head against the roof, causing soft cursing to escape him as he rubbed the spot briefly.
"What are we gonna do?" he wondered as the engine of the car got turned off, referring to how bad it would look for them to carry a screaming girl into a motel room as she fought for her life. But the angel had a way out.
"Simple," he spoke before disappearing in thin air. Wearing himself out, Castiel had flown her to the inside of the room, seating her on one of the chairs. Carefully keeping an eye on her to see if she would make a run for it as the brothers entered, worried looks on their faces.
Shaking in fear, Lilly looked at the people standing before her like strangers, but something in her shifted as her name left Castiel's mouth. Her eyes made contact with those blue ones as she searched for stability and safety. Being well aware that the angel's intentions were pure, she smiled before speaking.
"Am I becoming the monster of this story?" she exhaled the question, perplexing the brother, but not Castiel. The angel was right there with her.
"No—" he started as he took a step closer. "You never were, and never will be."
"Then explain to me, when is a monster, not a monster?"
"Oh," Castiel smiled. "When you love it."
That was all she needed to hear, a soothing voice speaking comforting words. Even if she was something other than human, Lilly knew she could still be loved. Unlike the thing she had witnessed while in the car. The thing that had visited her while the boys were busy doing their job.
The heavy emotions that gushed down her throat got cut off by a chokehold. Being pressed into the leather of the Impala she stood face to face with the very thing that had been murdering, yet she didn't know what it was, and why it didn't kill her right that instant.
"It said that it was all my fault and that we had to hurry, otherwise people would start dropping faster and faster," Lilly-Mae explained after having calmed down. With a glass of water in her hand, she leaned on the table she was still seated at. Dean, who sat across from her still rather puzzled by the words leaving Lilly's mouth.
