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Angel On My Shoulder (Castiel X Reader 10)

You walked down the busy hallways as you were heading out to your old truck. The hallways were filled with people walking around and talking, with the occasional person shoving their tongue down another's throat. The last bell of the day had rung, letting us know that we could go home. You finally thought that you would be able to relax the minute you got home, that is after you pounded out your homework that your teachers piled on your plate. Sometimes your teachers do not really understand that you have other commitments after the day ends. You might get an hour or two of homework on top of having to go to work.

You grabbed your keys out of your bag to unlock your truck, you saw your truck still sitting in the same parking spot from this morning. You sighed inwardly at it because you were hoping that the damn thing would finally blow up and maybe kill half the kids you did not like that were in the parking lot. But that is really being too optimistic. Some would say that because of that thought, that I may or may not be slightly homicidal, but you would too if you went to your school full of dumbasses.

You turned your engine of the truck over and started to pull out of the parking lot. You drove down the road, then just at that moment, your brakes decided to lock up. You almost slammed into a car that was crossing, but thank god your truck had stopped. You let out a shaky breath and thanked the angel that was watching over me. Lord knows if your truck would not have stopped, you would have been in an accident and you so do not need that at this moment. Your job does not pay enough in order to cover the damage. Well, you would maybe be able to cover it if you worked more, but you do not work that much to begin with.

You finally pulled in the driveway at my house. You turned the engine off and grabbed my bag as you headed into the house. No one else was home, thank god, you did not really want anyone else to bother me as you relaxed. The only real thing that could be bothering you is the dog, and then even he is asleep on the couch or in your brother's bedroom.

You set my bag down in my room, then all of a sudden you heard a flap of wings. You whipped my head around to see a guy with dark hair, piercing blue eyes and a big trench coat looking at you. You ran over to my dresser to grab your hairbrush. "Who are you?" You said waving the hairbrush at him.

"I am Castiel." He said stoically.

"How did you get in here? Why are you here? Who are you working for? What do you want?" You started firing questions off at him.

"I am an angel of the lord, and I heard your prayer earlier."

"But angels are not real."

"I am very real."

"I did not say a prayer earlier..."

"Yes you did when you almost slammed into the car in front of you." He said looking directly at you. You felt the color drain from your face as the thought of angels being real. Then you started to think that maybe demons were real and you started to freak out internally.

"So if angels are real... Then would demons be real or anything that nightmares are made of real?" You said dropping the brush.

"Correct," he stated.

"Does that meant that demons are here currently?" You whispered as your eyes grew wide. Then you heard the backdoor open, you peered out your bedroom window and you saw two cars that you did not recognize parked in the driveway. You crouched down because you saw two guys get out of the black older looking car. You slowly closed the blind and turned toward Castiel.

"Who are they?" You said barely audible.

"Dean and Sam Winchester-" he stopped as the bedroom door flew wide open. You tried to hold back a shrill scream but that did not happen. Three people then flooded into your room, they all had black eyes, but they looked like normal people. You tried to hide in your closet because you did not know what to do, but you felt a pair of hands grab you. You tried to fight back and kick against the grasp, but it was no use because they were so strong in comparison to you. They put a gag over your mouth as they were talking to Castiel. You tried to focus on what they were saying but you were in too much shock to grasp what they were saying. One then had started to hold Castiel up to the wall with a blade against his throat. You heard them yell something about an angel tablet.Just as if you thought you were going to die, two guys dressed in flannel shirts bursted into the room. They pointed their guns at the demons that had held you down.

"Let her go," the taller one had barked.

"Not till you tell us where the Angel Tablet is," one of the people holding you down said.

"Even if we knew where it was, do you think we would tell some run down dirtbag demons?" The shorter one glared.

"Fine, don't then, we'll just take your precious angel and her, maybe kill them." The one who was holding the blade to Castiel's throat said. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt tears prick the back of your eyes. You did not want to die right now you had so much to live for at this point. Could they not wait till you at least graduated.

"Fine, kill me," you tried yelling through the rag. You accepted that you might die at this moment. One of the people holding you had kicked you and told you to shut up. You winced in pain after they had kicked you, you felt yourself go limp, but they kept holding you up. You looked at the taller one with tears in your eyes, he shot back a sorry look. But at that moment you had heard two gunshots roar through the house, although you did not feel the bullets hit you. You dropped to the ground as the two people besides you were stunned, but then you saw the shorter one shoot at the person that was holding Castiel up against the wall. It was like the people were stuck in one place, they could not move at all, but boy did they try to move. Then you watched as the shorter one pull a blade out of his jacket as the taller one ran to you.

"Are you okay?" He asked a bit frantic as he removed the gag.

"Fine," you said as you started to lose consciousness. Your world that you knew in that moment had turned black.

You opened your eyes and you saw the three guys standing over you as you were laying down on your bed. You got up and saw the three others laying down on the ground, you started to freak out as you saw them laying there. Your carpet was getting all bloody and your mother was so going to kill you for getting the carpet stained.

"Who are you? And why are they dead on the floor?" You rambled.

"I am Dean and this is Sam, and those are demons." The shorter one said pointing at the taller guy then the dead people laying on the floor.

"What is this Angel Tablet?" You said still in shock.

"A very powerful stone to say the least," Sam said.

"So what are you guys going to do now?" You said as your brow furrowed.

"We are going to go about our business. Saving People. Hunting Things. The Family Business." Dean smiled.

"First of all that sounds like a strange family business, and second, how can I ever thank you guys?" You said trying to get up.

"You don't need to thank us." Sam said giving a friendly smile.

"I have some apple pie downstairs that I could spare you guys, that is the least I could do." You said hopeful. You watched Dean's face lit up as you mentioned the word pie. You laughed and got up, heading downstairs. The guys followed right behind you and once you got to the dining room sat at the table.

"Okay so who would all like pie? " You said looking back at them as you were going to get plates out. Both Sam and Dean had nodded for pie, but Castiel did not want anything. I cut the boys two big slices and handed them a pie each.

"Is there anything that I can get you guys to drink?" You asked.

"No thank you, I am sorry what was your name?" Sam said politely.

"Oh, it's {Y/N}, and you are welcome," you said giving them a warm smile. Then for about another half hour, you guys had sat at the table and talked about what the boys did. Honestly, you were fascinated by what they did, even though it was very dangerous. You wondered how the guys had lived through that because you thought there was no way that they died and came back to life.