𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 ★

𝟎𝟎𝟕.

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗦𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗗 and ara could not sleep. her talk with phoebe, her talk with castiel, and the thought of her being in the same area as the winchesters had been keeping her up.

that and maybe the fact her house got raided.
and she was almost killed.

"ivan?" she whispered, it was around two in the morning. "ivan?" she asks again checking if her dog had been awake.

he wasnt, so she gently pried his big paws off of her body and left his sleeping in the unkept bed of the empty room they had lend her. the only thing of hers in the room being her bloody clothes piled into a bag in the corner, and her phone that sat on the night stand.

she was wearing two sizes too big of a flannel, and underwear — that phoebe so generously ran out to get for her whilst castiel had gave her the shirt.

her auburn hair had been messy, framing her face as some of her natural curls peaked through the flat ironed bits, and it looked more dark brown then the reddish brown it truly was.

arabella wandered around the bunker, attempting to find the kitchen. she walks until she enters the library, finding it from having the only light in the entire place.

dean sat at the first table, the lamp on and beaming down onto the smooth wood while numerous books were placed open as well as his laptop in front of him. he leaned back and took a sip from his beer before placing it down and going back to his laptop.

"are you just going to stare at me or are you gonna say something?" his eyes dont lift from whatever he had been doing.

arabella rolls her eyes, "looking for the kitchen" she mutters beginning to turn around. "its not that way." dean mutters and ara continues to walk away. "bella," dean speaks sitting up and looking towards her.

arabella stopped dead in her tracks. she hadnt had anyone call her bella in years.

it was deans thing, since the day he met her he had called her bella. only him though, no one else ever even thought to use bella as a nickname, only ara. thats when she had thought back to castiels words from earlier.

"ara can i speak to you?" the angel had asked, ara hummed in response and the pair walked across the chapel.

"whats up cass?" the girl questions her eyes remaining on him. "i dont entirely know what happened between them and you." his voice was barely a whisper, "but i dont think they meant to hurt you the way they did."

arabellas eyebrows had knitt together at that, "what makes you believe that? they had left me for dead — sold me out."

cass nods, "i know, but that doesn't explain dean." he states. "him being a dick?" ara asked, castiel only shook his head, "he ran to his car before the coordinates left sams mouth."

the girl spins around and faces the boy, "what?" she murmured. "c'mon ill show you" dean motions as he stands and pushes his chair in.

he begins walking and ara reluctantly followed behind him.

the kitchen had been a lot closer then she had thought. being just down the bend she follows the boy into it.

"thank you." she whispers as she made her way to the sink to poor a cup of water. dean nods before turning around to go back to where he'd been minutes before.

"what were you working on?" ara spoke up, "i mean it's late late, so.." she trailed off looking at the glass.

"crowley has a friend of ours, tryna track them." dean explained, "kevin tran. a prophet."

arabella nods, "crowleys not hard to track, i could probably help." she says taking a sip of her water. dean raises his eyebrows, "you'd do that?"

ara nods again, "i mean crowley, with a prophet, cannot be good." dean tilts his head, "it isnt."

"he's easy to talk to though." arabella replies, "for me atleast."

𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁
𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴
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