When the four of them arrived back at Bobby's to meet Dean, both him and Bobby left for a little while to 'go over a few things'.
Apparently Crowley had bailed after Dean went in to talk to Death (which i was still wrapping my head around) and now I was left with Sam and the angel.
I had been staring at Castiel for the past half an hour or so since i'd found out what he was. I was still in complete awe of him.
Cas glanced at me and spoke again, his voice sounded as if he smoked about 20 packs a day and i was tempted to ask if he maybe did. "Your staring is beginning to make me feel uncomfortable."
I suddenly blushed and averted my eyes, staring down at my shoes instead.
I heard Sam chuckle slightly, and then a long silence fell over the room.
"Is there something wrong?" Castiel asked, looking between the two of us, "I'm sensing that there's something i don't know."
I barked out a slight laugh, "Oh just that Sam is intending to kill himself, but no, nothing major."
I know Sam was hurt by my reaction but Cas still seemed confused.
"What is she talking about?" He asked, his head tilted slightly at Sam
"Well um, I had a plan about saying yes to lucifer.." Sam trailed off, "And no-ones taking it too well."
"Are you surpised?" I exclaimed, "It's like you couldn't care less that you'll most likely end up dead!"
"Of course I care!" Sam shouted and I flinched back slightly, "But what else are we supposed to do? It's either me or 7 billion people so i don't see that there's any other option here!"
I folded my arms and continued to glare at him but i said nothing. I knew he was right but it didn't make it any easier. I turned away, putting my back to him as I stared out the window.
"Doesn't mean that I want to watch you die." I said softly and Sam let out a slight sigh.
"I hate to say it but Sam is right." Castiel put in, "Saying yes may be the only option we have now."
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Bobby and Dean returned after an hour or so and by then it had gotten dark. I had been silent since the fight with Sam but now even Bobby and Dean were beginning to accept the idea. I wasn't sure what to think anymore. Maybe this was the best call. Even if it was basically a suicide run. I kept my gaze focussed out of the window. It was starting to rain, how fitting.
From the snippets of conversation i had heard, it seemed that whatever the plan was that they were planning to carry out, was going to be happening tomorrow.
It was dark now, and i noticed a small glimmer of moonlight through the clouds.
I remember when i was little, on one of the few days i had where my parents seemed almost happy, we would visit my grandparents, and there was a night where i couldn't get to sleep.
I had always been afraid of the dark as a kid and I couldn't fall asleep in my room because it was pitch black.
My grandpa was down in the kitchen making tea for himself and took me out into the garden to look at the stars. I still remember the exact conversation.
"What do you see?" He asked
I gave him a puzzled look, "Black!" I exclaimed, confused as to why he was asking me such an obvious question.
