You woke up, tied down to an old wooden chair. You looked to your right; knives in all shapes and sizes.
A strange older man walked in. He had a scruffy beard, he was tall, and he had a smirk on his face. He walked over to the table with the knives, and carefully grasped the one of the shorter ones. He turned around and blinked. His eyes were black and they looked like and endless path. It's almost like he didn't even have eyes.
He only took a couple steps before he was face to face with me. "Here, hold this." The man said in a deep voice.
A sharp pain struck my leg. Oh my god there is a knife IN MY LEG. I heard a faint flutter of wings before there was a knife through his chest. It was Castiel with Ruby's demon knife.
"Oh my... How could I let this happen to you?" Cas said with deep emotion.
"It's n-not your fault Cas." I managed to croak out. Cas was slowly pulling the knife out, trying not to hurt me. He managed to get the knife out of my aching and stinging leg.
In a quick millisecond, I couldn't feel any pain anymore; I was healed by Castiel. He flashed us to a motel that the boys were staying at. Castiel, Dean, Sam and I all watched old western movies. Castiel kept on kissing you in places all over your face throughout the movie.
"Castiel I'm fine." You whispered to Cas in the middle of the movie.
"I'm just making sure you know that I love you." Castiel said a little to loudly.
"Shhh. I'm trying to watch this." Dean scolded Cas.
"They're just being lovebirds. I'm actually surprised they aren't making out right now." Sam joked from the recliner next to the couch.
I shot an annoyed look at Sam and he stopped laughing.
A/N I know the ending blows but I couldn't think of anything.
