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

Chapter 8

{{Balthazar's POV}}

"I specially told you to protect her on this hunt Dean! And what do you do?! You let her face against a werewolf herself!!" I was way more than angry, I was furious. "Give me one bloody reason on why I shouldn't send you back to Hell this instant!"

"I didn't have a choice Balthazar! Before I could say anything, she took of after the werewolf and saved Sam! I had to go to the car and stay with Mimi! Caroline didn't let me have a say in what happened, so don't you dare put this on me!" Dean was yelling in my face, a glare present on his face. I forgot how infuriating the Winchesters could be sometimes.

Just as I was getting ready to yell some more at Dean, a whimper and Mimi calling for me had me at Caroline's side where her head was in Mimi's lap. "Pumpkin?" I crouched down and pushed some of her hair out of her face gently. "Pumpkin, can you hear me?" I looked down to her face that was scrunching up in what I believed was pain. In that moment I looked to her arm that was resting against her chest and finally saw the three, deep claw marks. You hardly know those two bafoons and you're already risking your life for them. Oh Father, you will be the death of me Pumpkin.

"Is she going to be okay Bal? Doesn't getting bit or scratched by a werewolf slowly turn you into one?!" Mimi asked in a frantic voice as she gazed at the claw marks residing on her sisters arm. Sam and Dean were quiet.

"Yes but do you really think I would let that happen to her? Being an angel has it's perks." I smiled slightly as I leaned forward and pressed two fingers to Caroline's forehead to rid her of the claw marks and any chances of her turning into the very beast that inflicted pain upon her. "There. She'll be fine. Now it's just a waiting game of her waking up."

{{Carol's POV}}

Suddenly the pain that was searing throughout my whole body was gone and for that I was grateful. I didn't want to suffer through the pain of turning into a werewolf. If I did, Sam and Dean would surely kill me, no matter what Mimi or Balthazar said to them. Dean would be more adamant about it considering the Mark fuels his urges to kill. I was surprised he even listened to me when we went to protect our younger siblings but then again, I didn't give him any room to argue considering I ran off to help Sam.

"Ugh..." I just wanted to wake up and get the yelling and accusations out of the way because I knew something would be said due to my reckless behavior.

"Pumpkin?"

"Cee?"

Two voices of two people that cared about. Mimi and Balthazar. I knew Mimi wouldn't be mad about me damn near getting myself killed but she'd be relieved that I was alive. Balthazar's reaction would be a bit iffy, I wasn't sure if he would be relieved as well or if he would be mad about what I've done.

"Let's get it over with shall we?" I said as I opened my eyes slowly.

"Get what over with Pumpkin?" I looked over to Balthazar and swore my heart skipped a beat. Or five.

I looked between him, Mimi, and the two Winchesters who stood off to the side. "The yelling? The obscenities? Anything relating towards my reckless behaviour?" I was confused to as why they all looked calm with no traces of anger on their faces from what I could detect.

"No one's going to yell at you Caroline. Sam's fine, Mimi's fine, I'm fine, and so are you. There's nothing to yell about. Hell, if anything, you acted like you have been hunting your whole life."

"He's right Cee. I was watching from inside the car and couldn't believe what I was seeing. You're not some master assassin like Natasha Romanoff or Clint Barton, are you? Or their love child right?" I laughed at Mimi's question as she referenced two of the Avengers.