In the Light of the Moon

Part 1

Thoughts/inner monologue, emphasised words and flashbacks (time jump will be noted above flashbacks or will be included in the flashback) will be in italics.
Hope you like this part, I kinda rushed it, but at the same time I'm happy with how it turned out, next part should be up late tomorrow or early the next day.

"You do know it would help if you actually cleaned up after yourself every once in a while?!" You shouted down the hall with pizza boxes and beer cans in the garbage bag you had in your hand, you are no party pooper, but when the party is over you always seem to be the one left with the mess to clean up. Hearing a click you looked up and saw a head of ginger hair swing around from behind the door frame.

"You do know it would help if you didn't shout so much. You might have some kind of a holy no-hangover thing, but some of us are full human and some of us need more than 6 hours of sleep after drinking, also 'some of us' is me, so if you don't mind?!" Charlie threw back as she glared at you from her bedroom door. You gave up, decided you would give her this one time before you really decided to kick her ass into gear. Not that you had a sensitive spot for her and found it quietly cute when she got all het up like that. Nope. None. Not at all. Zippo. Nada...

Walking away from the hall you heard her slam her room door shut and then heard the main entrance being opened. You stopped for a second before rushing behind a pillar and drawing out a pistol from the table against the wall while quietly peaking around to see who was entering before you heard the voices of the two brothers, probably talking over the case they had just finished. There was another voice, too. A familiar voice, one you hadn't heard in a long time. The deep, but subtle tone drew nearer along with the Winchesters' witty banter as you sprung out a little too abruptly, making two of them jump a little while Dean's hand instinctively went to the gun tucked into the back of his jeans.

"Dammit Y/N you need to stop doing that! How many times have I told you the bunker is warded! You're safe here!" Dean didn't seem too pleased with you and you shied away a little from his tone of voice until you saw the reason why in the bag he was carrying. Pie. He didn't want drop his pie. Just typical. You smiled.

"Y/N?" The shorter man with his bright blue eyes in his long cream trench coat stepped forward, your smile faded and you seemingly shrank beneath his shadow.

"H-hello Castiel" you stumbled with your words and he actually seemed grateful to see you, apparently he is to be the first angel you see in the past... Well, you didn't know how long, that doesn't want to hurt or kill you.
You knew the Winchesters were friends with Castiel, but you had hoped you would be long gone by the time he decided to come and visit, the reason being you wouldn't want your brother to see you in such a broken state.
A powerful angel with no power. You were once a leader of your own garrison, just like Castiel. You had both been strong leaders and now he was to see you minus your grace, minus your great leadership, minus your dignity... The idea made you feel extremely inadequate and sick to the stomach.

Castiel advanced towards you and you stepped back a little instinctively in fear and that's when he slowed down and reached a hand to you.
"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe."
He spoke sweetly as he slowly stepped close and wrapped his arms around you, trying to push the uneasiness and hurt out of you. A warmth surrounded you and you looked down to see the scars on your arms disappear, meaning he had just wiped your body clean from any pain or scars you had and you felt just like new again... Well, as new as you could feel without your grace.

You held on to him a lot longer than you had meant to and felt a change in the atmosphere. Opening your eyes you saw Sam looking at you with his brows furrowed and his head flopped to the side slightly while Dean just gave you a weird stare as if to say 'you having fun, there?' And you suddenly let go of Castiel, realising that you had just made everything a tad bit awkward.

"I'm sorry," you spluttered "it's just been so long since I've been around grace, let alone an angel. Well, at least an Angel that didn't-"

"It's alright. I understand, Y/N, you don't have to explain yourself to me... We all found out about what happened." Castiel explained, pity in his voice. You hated that, but nevertheless you took it as a sign that he cared.

"Everyone found out?.." You whispered meekly. Angels are family, but you didn't know how they would react to you being weak enough to get kidnapped and tortured and then have everything angelic ripped from you when you were once a fearless leader. It felt as though you had been wearing a beautiful white silk dress that then got dirtied and ripped at until you were left with grey and black scraps of material lying around you.

"Yes, everyone found out. It's not as if a brother or sister could go missing for twelve years and no one would notice, so now everyone is on the hunt for Zerachiel." Castiel replied, very matter-of-factly.

You felt your face go slack, they actually cared and now they were hunting for the angel that ripped everything from you. You had no idea how to feel, all you could do was accept the hug that Castiel offered.
"Thank you, Castiel. Thank you so much." Then, suddenly, his words crashed into you. "Wait... Twelve years??" You asked, mortified. Yes, it had been a while that you were gone, but you thought it was maybe three years you were there, even though it also felt like a lifetime some times.

Footsteps were quiet, getting closer.
"Aww cute. Kiss and make up before I throw up." Charlie's voice echoed throughout the bunker and suddenly the last little feeling of comfort was gone and was instead replaced with rigid uneasiness. Seriously?