Hey guys, here's part 2! Hope you like it :)
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A couple hours later, you pull into the parking lot of a motel. You see the Impala parked in front of room 10, and decide to park in front of room 6. You climb off the motorcycle with your duffel, check in, and unload your stuff. Your knives, guns and ammo are sprawled across the only bed in your room, and you check to make sure you have everything. As soon as you finish loading a pistol with bullets, a knock sounds at the door. Who would be knocking on the door at this hour? You think to yourself. You raise the pistol and slowly walk to wards the door, peeking through the peephole. You see no one there and slowly open the door, looking around. You see Sam and Dean walk out of their motel room towards the Impala, and you quickly close and lock the door, as well as close the blinds. You let out a sigh of relief. That was close, you think to yourself once more. You turn around and scream when you see someone standing in your room, causing you to raise the pistol in their direction.
"(Y/N), put the gun down, it's just me." Castiel tells you, hands raised. You lower the gun, placing a hand over your wildly beating heart.
"Geeze Cas! Don't scare me like that." You scold him. He apologizes and everything goes silent, awkward tension in the air. "Wait, why are you here?" You ask him curiously.
"I should be asking you the same thing." Cas says to you, tilting his head in confusion. You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to sit on any weapons.
"Don't tell Dean or Sam this, but I came here to help them work the case... Or work the case by myself, either or." You reply nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. Just as Cas opens his mouth to object, a loud knocking on the door, followed by Dean's voice interrupts him. You jolt of the bed.
"Cas? Is that you in there? Open up." Dean yells to Castiel, worry laced in his voice. You run to the bathroom and hide as he starts to bang on the door. It all goes quiet as you hear the door creak open, letting in the two brothers.
"Everything OK in here? We heard someone scream and your voice right after." Sam tells him.
You can tell the boys notice the stuff on the bed as Dean asks the question you knew was coming. "Who's stuff is this?"
"Oh uh, it's mine." Cas replies.
"What? Why do you need this stuff? Your an angel, you can easily just place your hand on their forehead and boom they're dead." Dean tells him. You hear Castiel stutter and sigh, before walking out.
"It's not his, it's mine." You tell them, Sam and Dean's gazes snapping to you, causing you to smile nervously at them. Dean's gaze goes from shocked to angry in seconds.
"Hey guys, can we have a moment? (Y/N) and I need to have a talk." Dean tells Castiel and Sam, his jaw clenched. They both walk out of the room, leaving you and Dean to have your talk. As soon as the door closes, Dean speaks, sounding calm. Too calm. "What are you going here?" You look down at your hands, entwining your fingers together, a nervous habit of yours.
"Well, I uh, can here to help you guys with the case." You stutter, lifting your gaze to meet his. "I overheard you guys talking in the library." You tell him right after. It takes him a minute to process what you're saying.
"You know what happened last time you joined us for a demon hunt, don't you?" Dean asks you, his voice rising a few octaves. Your nervousness slowly turns to anger.
"Yeah, I do, but that was one time, one mistake. Plus, Sam had messed up a couple times, yet you don't lie to him about a hunt. Why do you only do that to me, huh?! Do you think I'm not good enough?!" You yell back at him, fed up. You can tell he is just as fed up as you are, as he clenches and unclenches his jaw a few times before he replies.
"You know damn well why I only do that to you, (Y/N)." He growls. You roll your eyes.
"No I do not, but please, do share why you do that!" You yell and cross your arms over your chest.
"It's because I don't want to lose you!!" Dean's voice booms, echoing of the motel room walls. You stand there, shocked, as he continues. "I've lost too many people, and I don't want to lose you." His voice is quieter and it cracks at the end as tears brim in his eyes, breaking your heart for the man in front of you. His head hangs low, and you walk over to him, a sad expression on your face. You pull him into your arms, his automatically circling around your waist. He nuzzles his face into your neck and you feel the wetness from his tears. Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your chin resting in his shoulder. He holds you tight, as though he was about to lose you, causing you to hold him just as tight. "I love you too much to bare the thought of you dead." He mumbles after a few minutes of you rubbing his back and muttering soothing words into his ear.
"I love you too Dean. And I promise that I will be more careful this time." You whisper to him, running your fingers through his hair. You feel him nod and he pulls away, eyes red and puffy. You smile lightly at him. "Let's get to bed, baby. We have a big day tomorrow." You tell him before clearing off your bed and laying down together, holding each others as you both drift to a deep sleep.
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Sorry for the crappy ending, I was going to put the fight with the demons in here but thought it would be better if I ended it here. What do you guys think? Vote, comment and follow! :)
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