My Guardian Angel (Destiel AU)

Chapter 10

A//N I'm trying to make this story a bit funnier and more intense since you know, Cas is supposed to save heaven or something but I kinda like where this is headed... Anyway I'm trying to make it funnier so the next couple of chapters may be hilarious or suck to infinity... Enjoy! :D

//Cas POV

That next night Dean said Michael was calling him up to heaven so I spent the night at his apartment, which was heavily guarded against demons. Salt lined the windows, door cracks and vents. Sigils and demon traps were hidden behind painting and under rugs so I wasn't worried one bit. Dean finished spray painting a trap under the bed and sighed. "I hate leaving you alone like this." He said looking at me.

I leaned up against the door frame and crossed my arms. "I'm not alone, I have Netflix and ice-cream."

Dean smirked and put the can back in the closet. As he walked up to me he counted off on his fingers. "The rock salt gun is in the drawer, the salt is under the bed, don't answer the door to anyone and if anything happens just pray to me okay?" He placed his hand on my waist and pulled me close.

"Okay. I got it don't worry, this place is totally protected." I smiled at him.

"Alright... Well, I'll be back before you wake up."

"Don't be afraid to climb in bed with me then." I said, blushing.

Dean tipped my chin up and lightly kissed me. I melted into him and tugged at his hair to get more of him. He smiled in the kiss and tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth. I broke it to say, "You better not do that or I won't let you leave."

"Fine, fine. I just feel like I barely get to touch you." He grumbled and gave me the puppy dog eyes.

I pecked his cheek and smoothed out his leather jacket. "Go. I'll be fine and I'll see you bright and early."

"Bye baby." He whispered, kissing me again. I closed my eyes and felt a rustle of wind and feathers. Opening my eyes again, Dean was gone only the faint scent of cinnamon and leather left.

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At about 10 o clock I was sprawled out on Dean's couch in only my comfy sweatpants, a bowl of chocolate chip mint ice cream in my left hand and the TV remote in the other. I was in the middle of watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off when a scream pierced the night, coming from right above Dean's apartment. I paused the movie and leaped up, pulling the rock-salt gun from my waistband. Hurrying to the front door, I held the gun up, slowly turned the door handle and gingerly pulled the door open. I stuck my head out in the hallway and looked around. Nobody was out there, it was as quiet as ever. I was about to shut the door when I heard it again- a terrified scream coming from one floor up.
I forgot about Dean's warning to stay only in the apartment and raced for the elevator. Unfortunately, I was only wearing my sweatpants, my chest bare. I pressed the up-button and realized the apartments above were on the last floor. The elevator carried me up for 3 seconds then slowed down and the doors opened to reveal an eery looking hallway. Dean's hallway was painted a nice shade of red and potted plants greeted you when you stepped out of the elevator and the lights were warm and bright. But this hallway was, well, creepy as fuck. The plants were dead, the walls were peeling a dunce greenish color and 3 bare lightbulbs barely lit the long hallway; I couldn't even see where it ended. I stepped out of the elevator and the doors shut quicker then usual. Swallowing my fear, I called out a shaky "Hello?" I mentally slapped myself. Why do people in horror movies always ask, 'Hello?' It's not like the murderer will be like, 'Hey, I'm in the kitchen wanna sandwich?' 'Yeah with a side of murder, thanks!'

Good Lord, now I'm in a horror movie.
I thought about calling Dean but I didn't feel like a demon was here... It was something different. Hesitantly I stepped forward and the floor creaked under my feet. Looking up my heart leaped in my throat. Standing 15 feet away, right where the light goes dim and I can't see on, was a little girl. And that little girl was holding a knife, a really big motherfucking knife.

"Uh, hi?" I said.

The little girl didn't answer, she just stood there staring at me with crazy, big, grey eyes. She had long, long brown hair that was tangled and she had what appeared to be cuts all over her face. Blood was smeared over her forehead and down her arms and legs. Her dress was old fashioned looking, but I wasn't like other people who could just determine the year she was from cause I'm not that smart. It used to be a pretty white but now it was smeared with blood, dirt and... What was that black stuff?

"Are you here to help me?" I heard her say, but her mouth didn't move one inch. "Are you my daddy?"

I backed up and chuckled nervously. "Uh, no? Do I look like your daddy?"

She nodded stiffly as if she were a robot- I don't know, maybe she was and this was some misunderstanding or a play or something.

"That's, um, nice but I'm not your daddy."

She walked forward, now 10 feet in front of me. "My daddy is gonna hurt you." Her voice said, but still her mouth didn't move. She stepped another foot forward. "My daddy is gonna hurt you." She repeated. Another foot forward.

I reached aimlessly behind me, trying to find the elevator button. My fingers trailed over the button and I rapidly began pressing it. "Okay yeah that's nice." I said, backing up against the elevator doors.

"My daddy is gonna hurt you." She was 6 feet away but the elevator wasn't opening. Why won't it open!?

"My daddy is gonna hurt you." Now 5 feet away she stood with no expression on her face. I kept my eyes on her in case she tried any funny business.

Then, suddenly, her mouth curved up on one side wickedly. The doors opened and she suddenly appeared- right in front of me.

"My daddy is gonna kill you." She whispered and her mouth moved. Then two of the lightbulbs went out.

I screamed as she pounced on me, her dirty fingernails grabbing at my skin and the knife pointing towards my heart. "Get the hell away from me!" I yelled at her.

She pushed me to the elevator floor and held up her hands as if she were going to claw my eyes out. But I picked up the dropped gun lying next to me, took aim and shot her right through the middle. But the bullet passed through her like she was air, and she disappeared.

As the elevator doors closed I could only think of one word- Ghost.