I moaned in pain again as Dean picked me up, well more like took me by the arm and helped me stand.
"Come on. We got to get you inside." Dean muttered helping me in the motel room. I gasped in pain and doubled over, grabbing at my stomach once again.
"Don't worry Justin. I know someone who can help. He's a friend of mine, an angel. He can fix this." Dean said and I panicked.
"No." I gasped, grabbing Dean's shirt and using it to hold him close enough to hear me.
"No, angels. Please. Don't, call, him. Can't, help, this." My chest heaved as I tried to get the words across. Dean looked at me uncomprehendingly.
"Won't, work." I grunted as my knees buckled beneath me and I fell to the ground with a shout of pain.
"Jeez kid. Alright, lets get you on the bed and I'll call Cas." Dean said, ignoring my protests. He grabbed my under the armpits and kind of drug me up onto the bed. I laid there, grimacing. I couldn't understand why it hurt so bad. It was even worse than when I had been shot.
"De-Dean." I tried again but I couldn't the word out, not loud enough for him to hear me.
"Castiel, I need your help man. I've got a kid here and there is something wrong with him. Please Castiel. He is my one shot at finding Jess." Dean finished and right on cue, there was a woosh and the sound of wings flapping.
"Dean, what is wrong?" A deep voice asked, and I looked to see someone standing next to me. I cried out in pain again and the Angel looked down at me. I stared for a moment, my vision blurry from the pain.
"Cassie?" I asked, staring at the trench coated person.
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I moaned in pain again as Deanna picked me up, well more like took me by the arm and helped me stand.
"Come on. We got to get you inside." Deanna muttered helping me in the motel room. I gasped in pain and doubled over, grabbing at my stomach once again.
"Don't worry Jess. I know someone who can help. She's a friend of mine, an angel. She can fix this." Deanna said and I panicked.
"No." I gasped, grabbing Deanna's shirt and using it to hold her close enough to hear me.
"No, angels. Please. Don't, call, her. Can't, help, this." My chest heaved as I tried to get the words across. Deanna looked at me uncomprehendingly.
"Won't, work." I grunted as my knees buckled beneath me and I fell to the ground with a shout of pain.
"Jeez kid. Alright, lets get you on the bed and I'll call Cassie." Deanna said, ignoring my protests. She grabbed my under the armpits and kind of drug me up onto the bed. I laid there, grimacing. I couldn't understand why it hurt so bad. It was even worse than when I had been shot.
"De-Deanna." I tried again but I couldn't the word out, not loud enough for her to hear me.
"Castielle, I need your help. I've got a kid here and there is something wrong with her. Please Castielle. She is my one shot at finding Justin." Deanna finished and right on cue, there was a woosh and the sound of wings flapping.
"Deanna, what is wrong?" A voice that was a little deeper than my own asked, and I looked to see someone standing next to me. I cried out in pain again and the Angel looked down at me. I stared for a moment, my vision blurry from the pain.
"Cas?" I asked, staring at the trench coated person.
