Cas, I'm sorry... [CastielXReader]

Meeting Cas (edited)

The drive to Bobby's was longer than expected. Traffic was busy for a Tuesday night on the highways. I gave Sam my phone number, so he could call me on the road if he needed to. I had to stop for gas multiple times, each time I got sadder. I would constantly look at the small silver cross necklace on the black leather rope around my neck, which was remind me of the fact that she's dead and, if I can help it, staying dead. I would twirl around the silver ring with a single line through it on my finger. I would look at the two identical bracelets on each arm. I knew I had to get over this, even if she just died today. Sam eventually called.
"You have stopped so many times. It's making us get behind. Is something wrong?" He asks.
"No, I- Yes. I can't stand being in the same car as a dead body. I've done it before, multiple times, but this one just hits to close to home. I'm sorry." I say into the IPhone's microphone.
"N-no, It's fine. We can switch cars, you and I at the next exit if you want." I hear Dean laugh.
"You want to come ride with me? It'll be more fun than with a dead girl." I heard something that sounded like a smack.
"Shut up. Anyway, the next exit is coming up, you want to?" Sam asks, once again bringing the conversation back to just us two.
"I mean, sure, but if you do anything to my car, and I mean anything, I will kill you, go to hell, bring you back, and kill you again." I say.
"Okay, Dean. Why do you assume I'm going to hell?" He joked.
"That's where we go. We've killed so many in our line of work. I know of only one hunter who is going to heaven."
"How do you know?"
"Because I made sure of it. I've got 8 more years on the clock. Okay, here's the exit. Bye." I rush to hang up the phone, so they don't question me. Sam calls back at least three times before we get to the gas station. I get out of the car and put gas in it. The impala drives up on the other side of the gas filler.
"You have how many years? What did you do?" Dean asks, looking mad. I flinch away, but answer anyway.
"I have 8 years. I made a deal with an old friend."
"Who is this old friend?" Sam asks. He looks calmer than Dean does, but still worried.
"Crowley, King of Hell." I mutter.
"You idiot." Dean says. We wait in silence until I finish and go in the store, getting coffee and a pack of powdered donuts.
"You know he's going to question you further. Good luck." Sam says from behind me.
"I know. Let's just... get to Bobby's in one piece." I mutter, paying for my things. "Thank you." I say to the older Indian man behind the counter. I let him keep the change from a $20 bill. I walk outside with Sam right behind me.
"How much money do you have?"
"Enough to get by."
"You gave him at least 15 dollars. Why?"
"He needs it more than I do. I'm going to hell. I have a set date for my death. I just need to survive until then. He can actually have a chance at life. Plus, fake credit cards, stolen credit cards. They work." I say to him.
"You two ready to go?" Dean asks from the side of the car.
"Hurt my car or anything in it and Morgan won't be the only one we're burning." I say. Sam looks at Dean for help.
"I can't help you here, Sammy. I've got the same rules. Plus, she's got a sweet ride." Dean says.
"Thanks." I say, getting into the impala.
"I'll see you guys at Bobby's. I'm not making any more stops. Can't have Morgan holding on for to long." Sam says.
"Call us if anything goes wrong." Dean says getting into the driver side of the impala. Sam drives of in my car.
"I swear if he breaks my car..." I trail off.
"Let's talk. Why did you make a deal?" Dean asks.
"I wanted something better for Morgan. I know she knows what is happening, but I couldn't stand it. You probably don't understand." I say.
"Actually, I do. I made a deal to save Sam a while back. An angel brought me back from hell. Also, is this why you don't want her to be healed?" He asks.
"Um, kinda. Plus, I don't really trust angels. If they really wanted trust, they would have helped in the beginning."
"Dean felt the same way in the beginning." A voice says from the back seat. "Dean, why does she get to sit in the front seat?" He asks.
"Holy shit, who are you?" I jumped when he spoke the first time.
"She's in the front because Sam is in her car. (Y/N), meet Cas. He's the angel that brought me back from hell." Dean says.
"Oh, okay. In that case, fuck you Cas." I say.
"I don't see how intercourse with me will fix the situation." Cas says.
"That's not what she meant, Cas." Dean says, holding back laughter.
"Oh, well, I can heal your friend if that could fix things." Cas says.
"Hell no. Let her stay dead." I say.
"I- Okay. Dean, I need to speak with you." Cas says.
"Later Cas." Dean says. Nothing else is said. I look back to the back seat, and Cas is gone.
"Please, leave me in hell when I go. I made a deal. I keep my word. Especially with Crowley." I say.
"We are summoning him after we get to the bunker. I don't care what you say." Dean says. I whine, but I know I can't do anything. I sit there in silence as Dean turns on music, Metallica.
"I love Metallica." I mutter. Dean smiles.
"I can see this working out well."

Note: Edited