Cowboys and Angels (A Dean Winchester/ Supernatural FanFiction)

Chapter 2: Headstrong

Chapter 2: Headstrong

*There are season 8 spoilers at the end of this chapter! You have been warned!*

“I am incapable of provoking a reaction like that in this form.” I hesitated, almost flinching when I saw what looked to be pain flash in Castiel's eyes.

"Sorry," I murmured, nodding slightly. "It just frightened me." He returned the nod, turning and slipping off his trench coat, laying it over the back of the couch and sitting down, staring at the floor.

“Where is she sleeping?” Neither of the brothers moved. It looked as if they were having a glaring contest. I had noticed them whispering earlier when we had first walked in, but had brushed it off. I clapped and they jumped.

“Uh, she can sleep on one of the beds. I’ll sleep on the floor,” Sam said finally breaking eye contact with his older brother.

“Or she can sleep with me,” Dean offered winking at me. I rolled my eyes.

“We’ve been over this.” He sighed.

“I’ll take the floor, Sam. You can have the couch,” Cas offered. Sam raised a surprised eyebrow, but nodded, thanking the former angel.

We all got situated. I laid my bag beside the bed, slipping my leather jacket off and hanging it over the back of one of the chairs sitting around a small round table by the window. It was until I slipped my combat boots off and crawled under the covers that I realized how tired I was.

I easily drifted off into a deep sleep, but later in the night my mind was plagued with the nightmares that haunted me, hiding in the back of my mind until I closed my eyes. It was always the same thing over and over. This strange falling sensation would envelope me. Next thing I knew I found myself in midair with the fading night sky above me and the dark ground below me, the long blades of grass threatening to reach up and grab me.

The first few times I had had this dream I would flail in a futile attempt to save myself, but once I realized it was useless I gave up. Now all I did was let myself fall. Tonight; however, right before I felt reality tugging at my body, provoking me to open my eyes and greet the outside world, I saw a shadow above me. I watched as it grew larger, almost as if it were chasing me.

My eyes shot before it could ever reach me. I was met with a bright beam of light to my face. I rolled over, blinking rapidly, trying to clear the white spots that had formed due to the sudden intrusion of the harsh sunlight that had managed to slip through a gap in the curtains. That was when I finally felt the faint, but deep set throbbing in my head. Looks like I was hung over.

“Joy,” I mumbled quietly; then again I suppose I had it coming. I usually never drank that much, but yesterday had been a very, very long and vexatious day.

Glancing at the clock, I found that it was only a little past 8. By the looks of it everyone else was still asleep. I inwardly sighed, slipping silently out from under the covers, grabbing the edge of the bedside table as another wave of dull pain hit me and the room started spinning.

Shaking my head I made my way over to the window, pulling the two curtains close to prevent anyone else from having the same startling wakeup call that I had received.

I padded back across the floor, swinging by my bed and picking up my bag up, before carefully stepping over Cas and slipping into the bathroom, closing the door silently behind me.

I took a quick shower, the hot water waking me up and slightly dimming the pain in the back of my head. I let my wavy blonde hair air dry while I put on makeup. I quickly pulled my ripped skinny jeans and my loose, black long sleeve shirt out of my bag, slipping them on and then gathering m discarded clothes and slipping them back in my bag.