Supernatural [Reader Insert]

45. Anger Management

Dean patched you up while everyone listened to Cas tell the story of how he was ambushed. You sat at the dining table next to Dean, and Cas sat across from you. They managed to capture him and take him to heaven, where they grilled him with questions while working on extracting his grace. He found a moment to escape and took it. He didn't know where Gabriel was, just that he had been sent away somehow.

"I have enough grace that my energy will return in time. If Gabriel has not returned by then I can look for him." Cas looked at you.

You were quiet. I don't know what to do. Dean poked a needle into your arm again and you turned back to look at it.

"Cas, you need to heal," Sam said. He was pacing behind the couch, but he paused to speak. "Maybe we should salt the doors and windows."

"Not a bad idea," Dean mumbled. He was focused on stitching up one of the open wounds on your arms. The rest had been taped up.

Sam grabbed a large container of salt and walked over to the door.

You tried to think, but your mind kept stumbling as Dean stitched you up. It took you awhile, but you found an idea. "What about Balthazar?" you asked.

"What about Balthazar?" Dean asked, glancing up at your face.

"Can't he look for Gabriel? Cas needs to focus on healing. And Balthazar owes us anyway. He basically started all of this." You looked over at Cas, who seemed hopeful.

"Might as well try," Dean sighed.

You shut your eyes and tried to ignore the pain in your arms. Okay, Balthazar, could you set down whatever cocktail you're enjoying and help us out? You opened your eyes and nothing had changed. Your shoulders fell.

"The cocktail I was enjoying was a margarita with Frida Kahlo, by the way," Balthazar's voice sounded from behind you.

You turned in your seat to look at him.

"Hey!" Dean's hands held tightly to your arm so that he didn't stab you with the needle in the wrong spot.

Balthazar's eyebrows rose as he looked around the room, arms crossed over his black V-neck tee. "What's happened here?" His eyes held on your frame for a moment, probably wondering why you weren't wearing a shirt before taking in the taped up cut on your chest.

"I was ambushed," Cas told him, his voice sounding tired.

"We all were," Dean corrected. "And we need a favor."

"I thought I told you--" Balthazar started.

"Listen," you interrupted him. "The angels sent Gabriel somewhere, and I think they hurt him. We need to find him- well, we need you to find him. Castiel doesn't have the grace for it."

Balthazar frowned at you, then looked at Castiel. Cas' face remained tired and somewhat pleading as he looked up at the other angel.

Balthazar sighed. "Fine. I suppose you all have no idea where he might be?"

"I think last time they sent him to Pluto," Dean said matter-of-fact.

"Great," Balthazar rolled his eyes. "For the record- now all of you owe me." He waved a hand and then there was a margarita in it. "Someone should enjoy this if I can't," he said as he set it down on the table next to you. Then he disappeared.

Dean tied off the thread in your arm and leaned back in his chair. "There, done."

"Thanks, Dean," you told him.