"Morgan! Look at yourself! This isn't you, I know this isn't! You went through Purgatory without doing this! Morgan, please!" I pleaded. She put more pressure onto Cas's throat, enough to the point where she was almost picking him up. "Morgan! What the hell are you doing? You wouldn't do this to me!" I yell.
"I'm protecting you! I have been since the beginning! Can't you see that?" She pleaded.
"Morgan, this isn't protecting me! It's not! You're killing him, Castiel! Stop, please!" I pleaded, tears forming in my eyes. "Killing him, killing Sam, Dean, that's not helping me! Morgan, this isn't you!"
"(Y/N), how many times do I have to fucking say it? This is me! I've been this the entire time! I'm not fully human! My parents killed your mom! I've never been human!" She finally looked at me, my broken state. She softened for a moment before turning back to Castiel and pinning him up on the wall. He was red from loss of breath.
"Morgan, stop, please! You're scaring me..." My voice stops working towards the end. My tears had long since fallen, leaving me a mess. Cas looked at me, pain showing in his eyes. I stood up and grabbed my iron knife from my pocket.
"Morgan, stop! I know this isn't you! You don't kill people! You don't! You hate killing monsters at that! You only do that because I drag you behind me! It's my fault you're like this! Stop lying! You're only trying to make yourself believe!" I yell.
"Take me to Sam and Dean, now!" She yells at Cas.
"Let him go, now!" I hold the knife tighter.
"Now!" She yells again.
"Morgan! I'll fucking do it!" I yell, holding the knife above the area my stomach should be. Cas looked at me with a look of sadness. Morgan held her gaze on him. "Morgan! Fucking look at me!" I yell again. This time she looks at me. I'm standing there, knife on my chest, tears streaming down my face.
"Don't!" She holds one hand out towards me, the claws slowly forming back into a hand.
"Let him go!" I demand. She doesn't let go. I dig the knife into my skin, cutting my clothes and enough skin to start bleeding.
"Stop!" She pleads.
"Let him go!" I say. She continues to hold him there. I dig the knife deeper into my skin, the wound pouring blood now.
"Stop, please!" She yells again.
"Let him go!" I yell a final time, to which she drops her hand. I hold the knife there, waiting for her to do something. She falls to the floor, herself in tears, her claws slowly forming back into hands. I pull the knife out and lean onto the wall, pressing my hand to my wound. We all just sit there for a few minutes, waiting for something to happen. Myself leaning on the wall, knife still in hand. Castiel leaning on the opposite wall, catching his breath and rubbing his neck. Morgan on the floor, crying. Once Cas catches his breath, he walks to me, avoiding the crying ghost who keeps flashing. He looks at me and grabs the hand holding the knife, putting his other hand on my hand. He used his power to heal me before hugging me, me still leaning on the wall in pain and covered in blood.
"Cas, take us to Sam and Dean." I reach into the pocket on his trench coat and grab his phone to text Dean. 'Get into a salt ring with Sam. We're coming.' I press send and slide the phone back into his pocket.
"(Y/N), are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Cas, she's not human, but she's a ghost and she's tied to me. She won't let go. They will know what to do. I've got the knife." I mutter. My voice is getting quieter and quieter the longer I use it. "If she is tied to me, bring me to them. She'll have to follow." By this point, my voice is barely a whisper.
"Okay." Cas puts his hand on my head and suddenly we are in the bunker.
"(Y/N)!" I walk to the wall and lean on it, looking around the room. Sam and Dean had made a circle of salt and were in it. Cas was walking towards me, and Morgan was fading in and out in the corner of the room. She was still on the floor, still crying. When she saw Sam and Dean, she lunged at them, only to be stopped at the salt. Her hands grew back into claws and her eyes grew a deep blue.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked.
"T-" I tried to speak, but I couldn't. Cas had helped me sit on the floor by the wall and noticed this.
"That- She- is Morgan. Only vengeful." Cas said, walking into the circle.
"Why the hell are you leaving (Y/N) there then?" Sam yelled.
"We killed the ghost that killed her! She can't be vengeful!" Dean shouted.
"She wants revenge against us, actually. She wants (Y/N) safe, and anyone involved with us gets killed. She won't hurt (Y/N) and won't stand it when (Y/N) hurts herself, hints the blood and cut in (Y/N)'s clothes."
"Have you burned the item she's tied to?" Sam asked.
"She's tied to (Y/N). Can't burn that." Cas explained.
"That thing ain't human. At least, not any more." Dean said.
"Morgan, stop!" Cas pleaded. Nothing happened. She continued to hiss at the boys, waiting outside of the salt ring.
"Morgan Stop!" I try to speak, which comes out more hoarse than I expected my voice to be. She looks towards me before back at the boys. I grabbed the knife again. I put it in on my stomach and stabbed myself, sending the knife all the way through. I yelled in pain as I did so.
"(Y/N)!" Sam shouted.
"Shut up! She's knows what she's doing!" Cas yelled. Morgan looked back at me and yelped before running back and falling onto the floor. Her claws grew back into fingers again and her eyes faded to the crystal green.
"I'll kill myself if I have to, if that's what it takes to make you let go." I say. I pull the knife out and slid it towards the salt. It stops right before, and Cas grabs it.
"Please, stop hurting her! Please, just stop! Please!" Morgan calls out to me.
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Cas, I'm sorry... [CastielXReader]
FanficThis is a story of how (Y/n)'s life unfolds after the event of her best friend's death. Castiel comes and saves the day, but there are more complications to come in the future.