Hunters

When You're At The End Of The Road

*May's POV*

"They tricked you May. I can't say it any other way. They tricked you, and it hurts me too much not to tell you," Castiel explains to me. He looks at me so intently, those beautiful baby-blue eyes shining. He didn't look like he was lying, and that both calmed and scared me at the same time. I didn't know who to believe here. What couldn't Sam tell me? That seems so suspicious. If there was something wrong, wouldn't he be able communicate that to me?

"I..I don't want to believe you," I whisper shakily, swallowing hard and passing my tongue over my lips. My throat had gone dry, and it seemed as if my own nervousness was shutting down my whole body. I began to tremble all over, not noticing how close I was to Castiel. I was sitting on my bed, half of which was not under the Trap. Castiel sat beside me, the bed dipping.

"I know it's hard, but you'll understand soon. They... Used you. The Winchesters, they have a history of doing this. Those boys out there aren't your friends, May. They want to use you to get to bigger fish. You're targeted by demons, so they want to be with you so they can lure out the demons with you. They want to hunt, and you're just the bait. But I won't let you get hurt, because I don't think of you as bait. I'm telling you the truth, May. Please believe me," Castiel begs, folding his hand over mine. I flinch at first, but soon welcome the comfort of his big hand engulfing mine. Just the way his electric blue eyes met mine seemed comforting as I sat on my bed, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Don't trust the Winchesters," Castiel whispers softly into my ear, hot air covering the side of my face. I had subconsciously scooted even closer to him, and was now partially out of the Trap. But did I even need to be in it? Was it actually the Winchesters I should be protecting myself from?

"They tell me not to trust you, and you tell me not to trust them. Who do I believe, Castiel?" I whimper, pulling my glare from the floor to his rough face. He looked at me in such a way I would have sworn I saw concern in his eyes. What if Castiel is telling the truth? What would happen to Sam and I? What has this all meant? Am I just another girl that he played? And all for some selfish reason? Was my life really only worth his one glorious moment to him?

"I can't make that decision for you, May. Just know that I'm not forcing you to come with me. I'm only telling you this because you deserve to know. On the other hand, Sam, he's forcing you to be here. He's using you like I would never imagine doing. I've known you for a lot longer than you've know me, and so I know that you're smart. You'll make the right decision in the end. Sam is lying to you, baby. And I can make him pay. Just take a step outside and call my name. I'll be there as soon as you decide," Castiel tells me, reaching his hand up to my face. I flinch, but soon lean into his touch as he strokes my hair calmingly. Just like my mother use to do. I wonder if he is doing this because he knows that it is what clams me. It's both a little sweet and a little scary to think about.

"We could have everything..," Castiel whispers into my hair as he kisses my cheek, and a small whimper escapes my lips again. We could, but I've always been loyal to Sam... Am I ready to give all of that up? Was it even ever real to him? More tears come, and Castiel wipes them away with his rough thumb.

"Shhh," Cas hushes me, and I give in. I move all the way out of the Trap and lay my head on his strong shoulder. There's a small part of me that is still scared, but for a demon, Castiel isn't bad. His long fingers stroke my hair and he pulls me into a hug, even though it was an awkward angle. It has to scare me the most how fast my guard came down with Castiel, despite all of Sam's warnings. Should I really be doing this? Cas's offer is on the table; he can get me away from Sam if it's what I want. He wants to get me away from Sam, but won't force me to leave. Sam wouldn't force me to stay here, would he?