When An Angel Comes Along (Castiel x Reader)

Chapter Six

TRIGGER WARNING!!

After your profession, you and Castiel have been spending every day of the week together. It's been a month, and you've rarely talked to Dean. Whenever you ask Sam about him, he says he's at the bar. And that's ever week. You've grown worried about Dean. He hasn't spoken a word to you ever since he found you and Castiel...together. As a matter of fact, you began to draw conclusions.

On the other hand, you and Castiel have been on good speaking terms. You've known each other for only a month, making it hard to believe you two know so much about each other. He knows about your depression. It hasn't acted up yet, but it's still there, and it's waiting.

Castiel still has trouble understanding human customs. At times, he attempts to tell a joke, which in the end, nobody understands. But you laugh anyway.

On hunts, you've become much less reckless. This was all because of Cas. He was the one who guided you, and whenever you're on the verge of having a breakdown, he calms you down. You both do each other good.

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It's been a long night, and you've just finished a hunt. Covered in blood, you headed toward the bathroom door.

Before entering, you yell out, "Night, Cas!"

He nodded and disappeared.

"That was a very messy hunt." You said to yourself as you disbanded your clothes. Stepping into the shower, you felt the warm water run down your body. You sighed and started to scrub the dried blood and dirt off yourself.

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After getting dried and dressed, you went into the kitchen to prepare yourself a midnight snack. Facing the fridge, you heard the door slam shut behind you. You could hear incessant mumbling, and soon recognized his voice.

"Dean?" You say as you turn around.

The man you knew to be as handsome as hell looked like crap. In his hand he held a beer bottle, and he brought it to his lips.

"Dean, where the hell were you? We needed you on the hunt!" You said angrily.

He rolled his eyes. "More like needed Castiel on the hunt."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "What? What do you-"

"Oh cut the crap, y/n. You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dean said and gulped down some more of his beer.

You scowled and crossed your arms. "No actually, I don't."

He scoffed. "Don't play dumb with me, y/n. You're the one who swung Castiel along and kissed him right in my face. Don't you know that hurt me. It tore me apart!"

Now it was your turn to get angry. "What the hell are you talking about, Dean. You're a freakin' hypocrite, you know! Do you know how much it pained me to see you mess with those girls every week?! It frickin' hurt, Dean! And you're the one who's complaining about what I did. And guess what? I am in love with Castiel! But you don't have to be a big asshole about it!"

Dean came closer to you, and you finally got a view of his eyes. His fury was tied to a chain. It thrashed wildly and screamed in agony. Finally, it broke free.

"You know what, y/n? Shut the hell up! You were always right on calling yourself a burden. 'Cuz guess what? You are one! Sammy and I are sick of you!"

Tears started to pool in your eyes. That's...that's not true."

Dean yelled. "Oh hell yeah it is! The only reason John took you in was because he pitied you. But now, we don't anymore! You almost kill everyone whenever you go on a hunt! You've done it so many times, you're bound to get yourself killed right now! And you know what, I WOULDN'T GIVE A SINGLE DAMN ABOUT YOU!!"

With those harsh words, Dean stormed out of the room, and slammed the door in your face.

He left you on your knees, begging for your tears to stop rolling down, but they wouldn't obey. You sobbed for hours with nobody to comfort you. It hurt, it hurt so bad. And you could only think of one way to ease the pain.

You staggered to the bathroom with only one thing on your mind. Opening the cabinet, you found the knife you usually kept there. Only a few cuts, you thought. Just enough to wound but not enough to kill....Just enough to make my sorrows go away....Just enough to ease the pain....