Guardian Angel

Have Faith

Y/N's POV

I met the hazel eyes and I think I saw the same amount of worry in them as I felt, although I was sure I was more nervous. Not only was I concerned about the fact that I made the cure, which could have put me on the hit list of the King of Hell, but I was going to inject it into a young girl without really knowing the effects it was going to have. If the cure worked, Gabriella would go through some vivid hallucinations, sweating and feeling nausea. If it didn't work, I had the possibility of it going two ways for her. One, she would possibly have some side effects of the dugs for a little while, maybe a couple of hours, or days, who knew? But then she would still be a werewolf. If option two happened, it was the worst. She could die.

We had come back to the room where she was staying in the bunker and had asked her to make herself as comfortable as she could in the bed, and now I stood over her with the syringe full of what I hoped was the cure ready to inject it in her.

Sam, Dean and Castiel we're all standing around the room looking about as on edge as Gabriella and I. Not looking at any of them I focussed on the tourniquet as I tied it around her right arm, just above her elbow. I then reached over and picked up the syringe from the bedside table. Holding it vertically I pushed the plunger gently, expelling some of the liquid before I meet Gabriella's eyes once again and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded her head, "Yes I am sure"

"I am worried" I tried to keep the quiver from my voice but couldn't.

"I'm not" she stated so sure "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Death" I stated hoping to get my worry for the young girl across to her.

She smiled, "If I don't have the cure I'm a rampaging werewolf that could kill again"

I stared at the red liquid in the syringe as I said, "We don't know if this is the cure"

She smiled, "I have faith. Look at it like this, either that's the cure and everything is great. If it's not and it somehow kills me, then it's done what needs to be done"

Gabriella was correct in what she was saying, but it made me feel uncomfortable that if this solution I had wasn't the cure and it did kill her, then it would be on my conscience. I would have killed this young woman and I wasn't sure if I could live with it.

Castiel must have noticed my hesitation because I felt him step up behind me, his left hand on my left shoulder as he softly spoke, "It's ok Y/N. It will cure her"

I swallowed the lump I had in my throat and not looking away from the needle I asked, "How do you know?"

"Because I have faith" he replied simply.

I wanted to have faith too, I mean I knew that Heaven and Hell existed, and that Heaven had said Castiel would help me with the cure, but I didn't realise that his blood mixed with the solution could actually be the cure. Maybe he was right, it was possible that this was indeed the cure that Gabriella needed, but I still felt the slightest twinge of uncertainty that maybe I was about to kill the young girl, not cure her.

"It's ok Y/N. Do it" Gabriella said, and I looked from the syringe and met the reassuring hazel eyes.

I used the first two fingers on my left hand to find the vein on the inside of her elbow and then pressed the needle in through her skin and felt it go into the vein. I depleted the plunger, emptying the contents of the syringe quickly and untying the tourniquet. There was no going back now, this solution would either save the young girl, or kill her. Or it could do nothing. I knew one thing for sure though, if the King of Hell heard that we even tried making the cure my life would be over. I didn't see Crowley letting me live whether the mixture in the syringe worked or not. I had gone against him and I believed that I had just forfeited my life.