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chapter 6

Y/N POV:

Sam had left in the middle of the night while Dean and I were asleep. I woke up to Dean gasping and sitting up, only to face Castiel.

"What did you dream about Dean?" He's voice was sarcastic almost

"What the hell? You get your freak on by watching other people sleep?" Dean snapped

"Listen to me, you have to stop it," Castiel was being suspicious

"Stop what?" Dean asked

Without saying anything, Castiel put his fingers on his forehead and Dean vanished, like he wasn't even there to start with. Jumping out of bed, I back away from Castiel, look at him wide eyed and honestly a little scared. I had no idea where he sent my brother, for all I know he could have sent him back to hell like he threatened in the past.

"He'll be fine," he assured me, his voice soft

"I'll be back," he too vanished before I could say anything

I quickly grabbed clothes and changed before he could come back and catch me only in one of Sam's shirts and my underwear. Luckily for me I had just buttoned my jeans when I heard the flutter of wings.

"That was quick," I turned to him

I jumped back when I seen how close he was to my face, I had no where to go except putting my back against the wall. His head cocked to the side, staring at me up and down. He was eyeing the scar on my forearm, long and pink and touched it with his fingers, tracing it almost. It made me feel like I was being zapped, electricity flowing from his finger tips.

"What are you doin?" I whispered to him

"How'd you get this?" His eyes met mine, steel blue bore into me, almost like he was trying to read my mind

"I got it when I was a kid, Sam and I were playing around when dad was away and Dean was supposed to be watching us. I know Sam's older so you'd think that he shouldn't be running around like a kid but he was trying to appease me, trying to keep me busy. I slipped and fell into Dean's duffel bag that he had accidentally left open, even now I don't know how he forgot and he never forgot after that. When dad got back, I remember I lied and said I fell into some broken glass when the boys left. Dean never really forgave himself for that and I didn't sit right for a couple of days after my dad instilled into me to always watch what I was doing or else I'd get myself killed," I swallowed hard when I was finished remembering that night

Dean and Sam had there backs to dad and I as dad whipped me, but I could see they were fighting whatever they actually wanted to do knowing it would only make it worse. When dad left again, Dean didn't let me out of his sight and Sam stopped running around with me too, no more kid games dad had said. I was 8.

"You're father hit you?" He asked

"He always tried to make it seem like he was a great father to other people but he couldn't lie to us, Sam knew that he abused Dean and I. Dean's the solider and I'm the mistake," Castiel's eyes snapped up to mine

"You were supposed to be here, even if you don't believe that or me, trust when I say that God put you on this earth, with your brothers because it is your destiny, not by chance were you created. You were created for marvelous and wonderful things, don't forget that," his thumb was rubbing my hand as he spoke with such conviction that I couldn't help but listen and believe him

"Thanks Castiel," I choked out

"Sam needs to be stopped," he told me

"What do you mean?" I asked confused

"His extracurricular activities are getting out of hand, you and Dean need to stop him or else we'll be forced to intervene and it will not end pleasantly," he warned