My French Angel •a Balthazar story• {{ON HOLD}}

Chapter 6

The night we arrived at our motel for this hunt, I was scared to go to sleep by myself. Yes I realize that by saying that I sound like a complete baby but after the night of peaceful sleep with no night terrors plaguing my subconscious and an angel having me wrapped in their arms, the thought of sleep terrified me. It terrified me because I know that if I go to sleep my mind will come up with unmentionable scenarios that will have me screaming and thrashing through the night. Another reason why I didn't want to sleep is for the sake of Mimi and the guys. Mimi was used to it by now but Sam and Dean aren't and with them being hunters, the first sound of my screaming will have them whipping out their guns on instinct.

"Uh, guys?" Sam and Dean turned to look at me. "There's only two beds and there's four of us. What are going to do about sleeping arrangements?" I set my bag down on the floor while I briskly looked around the room.

"You and Mimi in one bed and Sam will have the other. I'll be fine." By the tone of Dean's voice you could tell there was no point in even trying to argue with him. Glancing at the bed wairly, I grabbed a pair of night shorts and a loose shirt to change into for the night.

{{Dean's POV}}

Both of the girls were sleeping away, as was Sam but he only fell asleep twenty minuets ago. He was so worried over Caroline and knowing about her night terrors that Mimi told us about. I could see clearly that he thought of them as his sisters, sisters that he never had but he seemed closer to be Caroline than Mimi.

My own thoughts began to wonder aimlessly from one thing to another. I knew that Sam and Cas were going behind my back to find a cure for the mark and I was worried they would bring in the two girls into the mix. It was bad enough that they Sam and Cas got Charlie apart of it, I don't even want to think about how it could turn out if Caroline and Mimi got pulled into the insanity that is the Mark of Cain.

Just as I began to think of Balthazar and Caroline the other night, a blood curdling and bone chilling scream pierced through the veil of silence and began filling the room. Instantly Sam woke up alarmed with his gun ready to fire but when he realized it was Caroline screaming, he put his gun down and stumbled over to her in a rush.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, Caroline it's okay it's just a dream!" Sam grabbed onto her shoulders but she didn't wake up. He tried several more times but her screaming continued and the more I listened to her scream, the more it reminded me of when I was being tortured in Hell.

"Sam! There's nothing we can do! She won't wake up until her nightmares end! There's no telling when that will be." It was clear Mimi was worried about her older sister, even if she has been through this a million times before.

"There has to be something that we can do Mimi! Anything!" Sam was becoming frantic as time and Caroline's screaming went on.

{{Balthazar's POV}}

Italy was a place of marvelous art and exquisite wine that I couldn't help but to dabble in it all time and time again. Honestly I found myself coming here quiet frequently. Maybe one day I could take Pumpkin here, she would like that wouldn't she?

My sights landed on a lesser known painting of Van Goh's (Brilliant man he was) when suddenly I felt nothing but fear and pain shot through my body. For a brief moment I was dazed as I was trying to decipher where these sensations were coming from and then it came to me.

Caroline... The thought of the painting no longer my focus, my focus now was to get to Pumpkin and see if she was okay and alive. If those Winchesters failed to protect her there will be wrath to be felt.

Being a guardian angel was odd. As a guardian angel I feel not only my emotions but my charges emotions as well. Not only can I feel her emotions but read her thoughts with out thinking about doing it. This new job of mine was different but I was starting to like it just for the fact that who my charge was. I had so much more to learn about her.

Instead of Italy I was now standing in a motel room that was filled with a shattering scream. Looking around I saw the two Winchesters looking rather helpless and frantic, Mimi looking stressed and worried, and then to Caroline who was screaming bloody murder in her sleep. I frowned when I saw her thrashing and crying out in her sleep. This must be her night terrors Mimi mentioned the other morning when they caught Caroline and I sleeping together.

"Balthazar!" Mimi finally noticed my presence in the room and the look of relief flooded her features as she scrambled towards me. "Maybe you can do something! Please Bal! The other night she didn't scream once when you two were sleeping! Please do something!"

How could I deny her what she was asking? It was hurting them seeing her like this and it was killing me to see her like this. "How long has she been like this?" I crouched down next to Caroline's side and began brushing away some of her hair that was sticking to her face.

"For nearly thirty minuets now. Can you do anything or not Balthazar?" I looked up to the moose and nodded, an idea striking me.

"I can try, there are no guarantees that it will work though." The three of them nodded at me. I proceeded to take my shoes and jacket off and proceeded to get into the bed with her, unfolding my greyish wings and wrapping them around her small frame and then proceeding to wrap my arms around her to bring her body close to mine. The warmth of us having physical contact became so much warmer.

"Shhh, it'll be okay Pumpkin. You're safe now that I'm here." I whispered into her hair as she started calming down and her heart rate going back to normal. "No one will hurt you." I kept whispering soothing things to her while I was stroking her hair, doing anything I could to ease her nightmares.

No one will hurt you. You'll be safe in my arms.