I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader] Book 2

Divine Monsters

"Castiel? The one who..?"

"Yeah," Dean confirmed. He turned his stern gaze on the second man – angel – and he held his arm up higher to place himself between us and the angels. "Him, I don't know."

I swallowed dryly at the pair. The other unnamed angel was standing beside the window, staring at something unknown. Lost in thought. My skin itched in their presence, or lack thereof. It was like they didn't exist. Compared to the putrid scent of demons and some monsters, their lack of form was utterly disturbing. They were like water slipping through my fingers, not solid enough to grasp.

"I- wow, oh my God, um- I didn't mean to- sorry," Sam said, brushing past Dean. His older brother scowled and slipped his hand to my waist, drawing me into his protective sphere. Sam approached Castiel reverently, his wide-eyed gaze never leaving the statuesque figure. "It's an honor, really, I- I've heard a lot about you."

Sam extended his hand to Castiel. Castiel hesitated for a moment before placing his palm in Sam's in a weak interpretation of a handshake. Sam mustered a confused half-smile before pulling his hand away.

"And I, you, Sam Winchester. The boy with the demon blood," Castiel said, his voice a deep baritone. Sam flinched. "Glad to see you have ceased your extracurricular habit."

Demon blood. I glanced at Dean for a moment and saw his jaw stiffen. I knew of the habit but had thus far tried to stay out of the conversation. It wasn't like Sam would listen to me of all people anyway.

"Let's keep it that way," the man beside the window uttered. His words were sharp and clear despite his lack of volume or inflection. It was as if he forced the sound waves to bend to his will. I shivered.

"Yeah, sure thing, chuckles," Dean grumbled, scowling at the angel. He turned his attention back to Castiel and the hunch in his shoulders eased. He seemed to somewhat trust him. "Who's your friend?"

"The raising of Samhain... have you stopped it?" Castiel questioned, taking a slow step forward. My eyes flicked to the other angel as he clasped his hands behind his back, figure stiff and imposing. I scowled at Castiel dodging the question.

"Why?" Dean asked slowly, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. Sam took a few steps away from the pair of angels and Castiel slowly approached. The angel barely seemed to shift with each movement, his steps unpracticed and rhythmic. Inhuman.

"Have you located the witch?"

"Yes."

"And is the witch dead-?"

I bit back a growl in the back of my throat and my lips pulled back to show my teeth. "He asked you a question first."

Castiel froze. His eyes remained on Dean for just a moment until his rigid gaze slid to me. My eyes widened slightly at his blank, unnatural expression. Utterly uncanny.

"You're just a beast. What right do you have to question us?" the other angel demanded. He rolled his shoulders black, spine rigid with contempt. He remained focused on the window, not even bothering to meet my gaze.

I bristled and took a step forward. Dean protested by attempting to drag me back by his hold on my shirt, but he relented when I shrugged him off. "I wasn't talking to you, dick."

Castiel turned to look over his shoulder at the other angel. He stared for a few moments as if processing something. The other didn't move. After a long pause, Castiel faced us again and walked closer.

"The witch knows who you are. This was inside the wall of your room," he unfurled his broad, square palm to display a hex bag, deadly similar to the two we had previously found. My cheeks flushed. "If we had not found it, surely one or both of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?"