Guardian Angel

Training and angels

Y/N's POV

I was at the bunker again, another training session with Dean. We hadn't done many of them as he was either away on a case, or I was working or with Castiel. There wasn't anything we could do about Crowley's threat and Castiel said the angel's threat wasn't something to worry about, but he thought he should still go and talk to Heaven anyway. I had called Dean and asked to do some training and he had agreed.

So, now I was standing in the room that they had converted into a gym and I watched as Dean walked over with the gloves and pads. He gave me the gloves and told me to put them on. He then began tying them up for me as we spoke, "So you had a visit from some angels?" he said as his eyes flicked up to mine, but back to what he was doing.

"Must say I'm not impressed by angels"

Dean let out a little laugh, "Angels are dicks"

I smiled, "Yeah, but not Castiel"

He met my eyes, staring at me for a few minutes then said, "No, not Cas" stepping back he slipped his hands into the pads and held them up, "start hitting"

I got into the fight stance that he had shown me the last time I was there, which was to turn my body slightly, my dominant foot forward and my gloved hands up. As I started hitting the pads I talked to Dean, "Was Castiel like that in the beginning?" Left punch, right punch.

"Yes. He was, but I think he went through a lot. Hell, we all did"

"You changed him?" I asked as I punched the pads again, right then left.

Dean nodded instead of saying anything and I was feeling that he was hiding something, but thought it was probably better not to ask? So, I talked about something else, "You know they only came because they had a message from Heaven"

"What was the message?"

Left punch, right punch, harder than the last time, "Those dicks wanted me to do the cure"

He huffed out a little laugh again, "Of course they did"

I punched the pads again, right, left, and knew that I had hit them even harder, as I could feel my anger building, "Told Castiel he should make me do the testing"

"Yeah, sounds about right"

Right, left, harder again, "They threatened Castiel"

"With what?"

"I don't know, they just said that Heaven would punish him" I hit the pads once again and I could feel my anger at the angels, but I think mostly at Heaven "They spoke in Enochian"

"So you didn't get what they were saying?"

I hit the pads again and smiled, "Dicks didn't know, I understand Enochian. I've been learning it over the past months" I swung again, but both Dean and I miss calculated where I was punching and my gloved hand passed the pad and connected with Dean's jaw. I felt the pain shoot up from my hand travelling to my shoulder as I watched Dean stagger backwards but managing to stay on his feet.

"Oh my God, Dean" I took a step towards him, but he held his padded hand up, so I stopped.

"Wow. You've got quiet the right hook there" he moved his jaw but didn't look angry at all.

"I am so sorry"

He chuckled, "It's all good. Maybe we shouldn't talk about things that anger you while we train though?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Take a break?"

"Sure" he shook the pads off to the floor and then stepped up in front of me, our eyes met and I didn't know what he wanted until he looked down at my gloved hands. I huffed out a nervous laugh as I raised my left hand and watched as he undid the glove.