She Has My Grace (Castiel x OC)

5

Ella's p.o.v

The next morning I woke up earlier than I would to go to work. "New bed I suppose." I said aloud, before stepping out of the bed and finding the kitchen."They literally have nothing but fried burritos, and a moldy, half eaten bacon burger?" I asked myself, before shaking my head and closing the fridge.

"No food, so I'm just gonna go get some" I got my shoes on and threw my lavender hair into a high bun, I was still wearing my diner uniform but it looked pretty okay, even though I smelled like burgers.

Later on I only found out that it was only a mile walk from here to a little place that could be called a town I guess? I walked into a small store and grabbed everything needed to make French toast, bacon, and eggs. Along with some spices to make it good. Before walking the mile back to the bunker.

By the time I got back to the bunker it looked to be about dawn. I got inside and threw my shoes off before going to the kitchen. It was oddly  quiet in the bunker. There was a faint sound, but I paid no mind to it as I got the batter ready for the French toast.

"You shouldn't leave the bunker until we figure out how to extract the grace." Came a deep gravelly voice that I knew could only belong to Castiel. I jumped and turned around to look at him. He was so close I could feel his breath slightly blowing the hair from my forehead. I guess he had never heard of personal space.

"Jesus Castiel, clear your throat or something next time. I stepped back and turned to the stove. "And I wouldn't have to go outside if Dean and Sam had any real food."

I turned back to the stove and dipped some bread into the batter before putting it onto a square pan.

"So why are you awake so early?" Castiel asked before sitting down in one of the chairs nearby.

"I was up at 4:30 this morning, different bed, different place, it's all new. Plus it doesn't help that my life could have potentially ended last night. It really interrupts a girls beauty sleep." I shrugged my shoulders and spared a glance to Castiel as I put the pieces of French toast onto the plate and went through the process of dipping the bread and and laying it onto the metal pan.

"I'm sorry about what dean did to you, and for what Metatron made you do." He sounded so sad, I turned around and he locked eyes with me, before looking down and hanging his head.

"What about what Metatron did to you?" I turned and flipped the French toast, trying to avoid the gaze that I could feel staring into my back.

"He took it from me so that I could live a normal human life. I guess that's what he thought that I wanted. Then he made my family fall from heaven. I think he knows that I'm going to die soon, I'm living on stolen grace, that's how I was able to get here, and how I was able to heal you." I put the next few pieces of bread on the pan and turned to look at Castiel.

Something clicked between us when we locked eyes, there were so many emotions swirling into his eyes, sadness mostly, but there were other emotions...I couldn't read them. But that connection made my stomach flip.

"I smell food." Dean walked in, his voice was husky with sleep, he had on no shirt and his light blue pajama pants were sagging, he was running hands through his tousled hair. It was probably every girls wet dream, and yeah, he looked good. But I just turned around and started on the bacon.

"I'm making breakfast, I didn't want to eat frozen burritos, so I went to town and got some things, and don't give me the "you shouldn't leave until we get the grace out of you" talk, because Cassie over there already gave it to me." I motioned to Castiel with my spatula before moving the bacon around.