She's Broken (Castiel X Reader{Self-harm})

Chapter 6

              
   (E/C) = Eye Color

-1st Person P.O.V.-
Castiel's P.O.V.

   It's been five days since (Y/N) was stabbed and put in the hospital. I'm not used to feeling this way, normally I would just have to put two fingers onto her head and the pain would be gone. But I can't do that anymore.

  I just wish she would pop her head up and look at me with her (E/C) eyes. I feel so useless just sitting here, Dean won't even let me help with hunts anymore. I could heal her self inflicted cuts if I had my grace, but now I have to sit and simply try to help her while she feels broken inside. Just as I was getting surrounded by thoughts (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

  "(Y/N)!" I nearly jumped of excitement as I got out of the chair that sat next to the bed.

  "What happened?" She groggily asked.

  "You, Sam, and Dean went on a hunt but you got stabbed. Dean isn't taking it too well." I wanted to reach out and hold her hand but I stopped myself from doing so. "How are you feeling?"

  "Like shit, Cas." She mumbled as she went to sit up but almost instantly groaned and laid back down.

   "Just relax, (Y/N)." I set my hand on top of hers gently, she needs to relax so she can leave the hospital.

  "Relax? Cas, you said it yourself. Angels and demons are after me, relaxing isn't really on the schedule." She sighed loudly.

  "I know, if you relax then you can come home and be fully protected. Me, Sam, and Dean can't really watch you all the time in here." I tried to get her to relax by rubbing her shoulder.

  "Okay, Cas." She took a deep breath and shut her eyes slowly.

***

  It's been several hours since she last woke up, the doctors said she could be taken home once she wakes up again.

  "Dean it's not your fault." Sam assured Dean. The two had been rambling on about who's fault it was for about thirty minutes now.

  "He's right, Dean. You didn't know it was going to happen." I finally budded in, receiving only a glance from Dean. He'd been staring at (Y/N), most likely hoping she would wake up soon.

  "But I could have stopped it from happening, Cas. Can we just drop this subject?" He sighed loudly as he leaned against the white plastered wall.

Reader's P.O.V.

  My eyes fluttered open, landing on Sam, Castiel, and Dean all staring at me with a relieved expression. The pain in my stomach had become barely noticeable, when I'm laying still.

  "How you feeling, kiddo?" Dean asked calmly.

  "Just peachy." I hissed out as I tried to sit up. Sam ran up and helped me so I wouldn't fall back. "Thanks." I mumbled, "Now can we go home?"

  "Yeah, I'll go tell the doctor you're up." Sam said as he went to walk out the door. The door had opened before he could get to it and the doctor had stepped inside.

  "How ya' feeling, (Y/N)?" He asked as a nurse followed him with a wheelchair.

  "Fine." I replied quietly, even if that kinda was a lie, I just wanted to go home.

  "Alright, I believe you're okay to go home then." He smiled as he spoke, I just nodded slowly in response. Dean and Castiel began helping me into the wheelchair until I pushed away.

  "I can walk. I'm fine." I don't want to be more of a burden to them.

  "Prove it." Dean crossed his arms as I lowered myself off the bed, my feet landing on the cold tile floor. As soon as I took a step my stomach roared in pain, I clutched my stomach and leaned onto the table that sat right next to the bed.

   "See? Just sit down." I sighed loudly at Dean's words and sat in the wheelchair. They pushed me out of the hospital and to the Impala. I climbed into the backseat as Dean put the wheelchair in the trunk. Castiel sat next to me as the boys sat up front.

  "You sure you feel okay?" Castiel asked with a worried gaze.

  "Yes, Cas, I'm sure." I nodded with a small smile, it might have been a fake smile but he shouldn't have to worry about me.

  "I worry, just tell me if you need anything, okay?" Castiel asked and I replied with a nod.

  "We're running to that motel before the bunker right?" I asked even though I didn't want to talk.

  "We already took your stuff to the bunker if that's what you're asking about." Sam answered. But that's not what I was worried about, I left the razor in the shower. I needed a new one anyways, it was getting dull.

   Several hours went by before Dean parked in front of the bunker. He got out the wheelchair and Castiel carried me in bridal-style because of the stairs. Sam and Dean brought in their stuff along with the wheelchair I was being forced to use.

  "Do I really have to use that thing?" I ask, pointing to the wheelchair as Dean put it down.

  "If you can walk no." Dean answered as Castiel set me down on the chair.

  "So what am I supposed to do, then? Wheel myself around?" I rolled my eyes when Dean nodded.

  "Hey--uh Cas, Dean. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam asked as he pointed to the kitchen, of course stairs had to be blocking me from getting close enough to listen.

        Castiel's P.O.V.  
(Sorry if I'm switching too much)

   I nodded and followed the boys, knowing it had something to do with (Y/N).

  "Cas, didn't you say that Demons would be after her?" Sam asked quietly in case (Y/N) was trying to eavesdrop.

  "Yeah, why?" I replied also in a quiet tone.

  "Well if we get Crowley and get him to call his little demons off then she should be fine." Sam suggested.

  "I don't know, it could be dangerous Sam." Crowley could just call more demons for all we know.

  "He's right, Cas. We could just get it at its source." Dean shrugged.

  -^-A/N-^-

  Heeeyyyy

  Short chapters I know, I'm working on making them longer.

  I can't update before Christmas but I'm trying. My parents just got a divorce and I'm not in the best mind set right now. But anyways, merry Christmas!