Olive You ☆Castiel x Reader☆

6. I can take it.

I'm more of a fluffy love bird type of person, so I'm sorry the beginning isn't as intense as I'd hope it would be

The werewolf slashed your stomach with it's claws and you cried in pain.

"(Y/N)!" The boys called.

The werewolf slashed at your other side and you whimpered, "G-Guys!! This k-kinda hurts" You tried smiling off the pain, but you still winced.

The werewolf was tackled down by Sam, then being stabbed by Dean.

You held your hands tightly against your abdomen.

"Is--Is Castiel okay?" You ask.

They turn on the light and Castiel doesn't seem to be badly wounded, small scratches along his cheek.

They look at you and wince, "Crap, (Y/N), get up. Come on, lets get you patched up."

You reach for Sams' arm and he grabs you, and Dean grabs Castiel; both leading you two downstairs into the kitchen.

"The cabinet above the microwave." You state bluntly.

Your face is slowly paling and the blood from your sides are crawling down your legs.

Sam grabs the supplies and Dean lightly slaps your cheek, "Stay up."

You nod, "Okay." You tried standing up straight but ended up leaning on Castiel again. He's very comfortable, so you decide to stay there whether the Winchesters tell you to move or not.

"(Y/N), buddy, lift up your shirt." Dean ordered.

You looked at him, "Dean I'm flattered but-"

He chuckled, "Just let me see your wounds."

You lift up your shirt so he can view your scratches, but make sure your bra isn't showing.

"Whoa. Sam, give me the alcohol and bandages."

Dean softly swatted your hands away and he groaned, "Tell me if this hurts you."

He poured alchohol on a cotton ball and began cleaning your stomach.

"A-Ah--" You clenched your teeth in pain.

"Want me to stop?" He asked.

"N-No, I can take it." You smiled weakly.

He stared at you and nodded, "Alright then." He pressed the cotton ball around a few times and you cried out.

"This is more painful than I thought, huh?" You chuckled.

Castiel groaned beside you and you sat up, "Castiel!"

He squinted at you three, "What?"

You hug him but rub blood on his trench coat, "Oh-- I'm so sorry, I'll pay for that, uh my wallets in my p-"

"It's fine. I don't ne--" Castiel looked down, "Blood?"

You nodded, "Yup. It's mine." You smiled and placed a band aid on his cheek

"I can't really understand how you're always so cheeky." Dean noted, wrapping a band age around your stomach.

"What's the point in being sad?"

"Considering you got slashed by a werewolf. Twice. I would expect you to be freaking out by now."

"What's done is done." You yawned, "I think I'll be going to sleep."

They all look at eachother, "Want us to stay?" Sam asked you.

'Craaap. Three guys I just met want to stay?... They did help my wounds. And they killed the werewolf.. Maybe just one night couldn't hurt.'

"Sure, if you'd like. I can show you to your rooms" You stood up slowly, but failed and fell.

Luckily, Castiel has fast reflexes.

He picked you up bridal style, "I can w-walk, yenno.." You blushed.

"Hardly. Which way?"

You pointed past the stairs, "There's a room right there, but it used to be my fathers room and I never got to go inside. And two upstairs. One infront of mine and another next to it."

"I'll go into the room across from you" Dean says, walking up stairs.

"Okay, the blankets are underneath the bed. Sorry, you two will have to be sharing a room." You told Castiel and Sam.

"Oh I don't sleep." Castiel said.

"What? I mean, I hardly sleep but I still do time to time."

"Nevermind, Castiel." Sam said and you three walked upstairs.

"Uh, well here" You got off Castiel and attempted to grab the blankets you put on the top shelf. 'Where's the stool--'

Sam chuckled and grabbed it, "Thanks."

"Night Sam, night, Cas." You left the room.

"NIGHT, DEAN." You half shouted.

"Night, (Y/N)." Came his muffled reply.

As you opened the door, Castiel stood beside you, "Can I stay in here tonight?"

You stared wide eyed at him, "I... Only got one bed."

"That's fine." He walks in, sitting down on a chair and looks out the window.

"I--- Okay then." You hesitantly walked to your bed and covered yourself up, "If you're cold, there's a blanket in front of you."

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He smiled small.

You looked at him, the light blue tint of the moon highlighting him. His hair was a little messier than when he first arrived, and his cheek--

His scratches were gone.

How? It happened recently. You lifted up your shirt slightly and touched your stomach. You winced and pulled back, 'I still have mine... Just when we went upstairs he had it!'

You rolled over and hid your whole body, it's hot but frankly you don't care.

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The sun suddenly shined upon you, it was bright even with your eyes closed.

You rolled over and blinking your eyes open. You checked your phone, 7:22AM

Lowly groaning you sat up, seeing a blanket folded nicely wher Castiel was last nigh-- 'Where are the boys?'

You stand up and walk into Dean's room, "Dean-o?"

Nope.

You walk into Sam's room, "Samoose?"

Nada.

You head downstairs and put on bunny slippers to walk outside.

The impala was gone.

"WELP. THEY LEFT ME STRANDED TO DIE ALONE WITH 37 AND A HALF CATS." You shrieked, closing the door and flopping onto the couch.

You put on Netflix and snuggled up in a blanket.

(Sorry this is short! I only just started and I ran out of ideas ;w;)