Dean & Sam Winchester...& Astrid.

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Castiel's POV (1 week later)
I walked slowly looking at the still lake underneath the old wooden bridge.
It was beginning to get dark, it's odd how at this time of the day...things seem more beautiful.
The purple and pinky sky reflected itself onto the dark navy water.
It only looked so mysterious at night...in the day it's the most fascinating blue.
This is the place we first met.
I never thought I would fall for her.
Not once.
But how I've fallen.
The song she played for me the day she came back still echoes in my brain.
Why didn't I say it?
I love her. That should have been it.
By the time I get back she won't even want to see the near sight of me.
I hurt her. I heard her cries.
She asked me to come back.
Screamed for me.
But, I couldn't do it.
I couldn't face her.
Not after what I said. Not after what I did.
"You know you could have. I never told you to stay away."
My entire body froze.
I felt my spine tingle at the light yet raspy tone of her voice.
I turned to look at her gorgeous face.
It wasn't how I had last seen it.
She had a large purple mark on her eye and a bleeding cut on her lip.
There was bruises trailing up her arms.
Blood stained the short blue dress she was wearing.
Her hair was messy and everywhere.
Like someone was pulling on it.
"What did this to you?"
I asked angrily walking to her, I caressed the part of her face that wasn't injured.
She leaned into my touch.
"Humans." She said with a small laugh.
She smiled and healed herself.
"Where are they?"
I asked still infuriated.
"Dead. It was crazy. They kept me prisoner for like 2 days. Beating me senseless. Until Sam found me and shot them in the face."
she said making a gun with her hand and pulling the "trigger".
I was pushed back slightly. She laughed.
It's extremely contagious, so I joined.
When we regained our composure.
We were practically in each other's arms.
"I love you, Astrid."
I said pulling her into me from her back.
I was basically keeping her upright.
"Yeah I know. That's not what I came here for. Are you ready?"
she said putting on a straight face and holding her hands behind her back.
"Yes..I think I've always been."
I said taking a deep breath.
"Good, cause I waited for you."
She said smiling, showing her perfect teeth.
"Can we go home? It's kinda cold out here.." She said rubbing her arms.
Of course I couldn't tell if the air was frigid, and really I couldn't care less.
I rushed to her and hugged her tighter than I ever have.
She put a finger against my lips.
We took off into the gorgeous starry night.

Sam POV
"Hey you're back!"
I paused and looked at the man in the trench coat, wondering how he had the nerve to show up here.
I opened my mouth to yell and probably shoo the feathered beast out.
"The hells he doing here?!" Dean asked angrily before a sound left my mouth.
I saw my baby sister tense up,
I didn't like making her feel uncomfortable. But I don't think Dean minds much.
"Oh would you calm you're tits, guys? He's back for now, ok?"
She said sternly.
I couldn't comprehend what even happened.
She shrugged after getting zilch responses from us.
She took an apple from the fruit bowl and took a big bite.
Then realizing it was very much styrofoam.
We all bursted out laughing as she spit out the gross chunk of fake fruit into Castiel's hand.
"That is absolutely repulsive."
Castiel said laughing as well.
He disposed of the piece of styrofoam into a small, grey, plastic bin.
"Let's go Cas."
She said when we all regained our composures.
She strutted herself to her room with her little puppy following behind her.
She has that angel wrapped around her finger.
And she loves it.

Dean's POV (1 week later)
What the hell is even happening around here anymore?!
Cas is here every fucking day.
Have they been romantic?
No.
Have they even called each other anything other than their names?
Fuck no.
Are they dating?
I don't fuckin know.
Honestly this has confused me and Sam past the point of being concerned.
She hasn't ever been so monotone with him.
He tries.
He tries to be nice and caring, but she just brushes him off.
Like a fucking boss.
I hate to admit it to myself.
I think this might be the end of them.
She's been so hard on him.
During missions.
She yells at him for any little slip up.
Like she is right now.
We just ganked a spirit.
Cas was supposed to burn the body while we protected the family.
He took to long.
Astrid got shot six times.
She healed herself, as it didn't hit any important areas.
But, shit, she was pissed.
"How can you be so fucking careless?!" She yelled at him. She was sitting on the couch as he stood in front of her.
"I wasn't, the lighter wouldn't start."
He said innocently trying to grab her arms, but she ripped them away from him.
"You're an angel for damns sake! You could have lit that easily."
This time it was me yelling.
I was pretty upset too. She almost died.
She very well could have.
"I said I'm sorry.....you know what I'm done. When I said that I wanted to come home, I meant to you. I meant to be with you."
He bellowed putting two fingers in her forehead making her sleep.
She fell to the ground with a thud.
Me and Sam stared at him surprised.
"Sorry, I just couldn't take listening to her scream any longer."
He said looking down.
I understood, for the most part.
She still was my sister.
Yet I understood.
Having someone pick on you for every little fucking thing you do is just...awful.
I walked up to her and checked if she was breathing.
She was.
"I would never kill her, Dean."
He said annoyed.
I was hunched over looking at her peaceful face.
I sighed, giving him a 'really?' face, and picked her up.
She was getting heavier...thank god.
I pushed open the door to her room, the dull grey room we have yet to find time to paint for her.
I wanted to decorate it.
Make it look less depressed pre-teen and more Ange.
I laid her into her new memory foam mattress that I got her.
I really like that she could live here comfortably with me and Sam.
But...what if she doesn't really care that she's here.
She was homeless.
And scared.
She would have been content with the back of an abandoned van.
I shook my head from the bad thought and pushed it to the back of my brain.
I looked at her, all pale.
It was probably from the massive collision with the bunkers hard wood floors.
When I turned to leave I heard her mumbling. I brushed it off and kept walking.
Then I heard the bed start shaking.
I rushed into her room, and was paralyzed by the view.
She was spastic, her eyes were practically rolled to the back of her head.
White liquid coming out of her mouth.
Once I shook myself up some courage I ran to her and started screaming for somebody any body and trying to keep her still.
She wouldn't stop moving and shaking.
I was beginning to be hysterical.
I had tears in my eyes as I watched her in pain that couldn't do anything about.
I keep screaming.
"PLEASE HELP ANYBODY! SHES GONNA DIE! PLEASE. SAM, CAS, ANYBODY!"
I heard pounding footsteps running into the room.
I couldn't notice who it was as I was trying to keep Ange from hurting herself.
"What's happening to her?!"
I heard Sam say as he ran to our side.
I didn't answer I just kept trying to drag her from what she was experiencing.
Then it stopped.
She flopped onto the bed and laid there completely still.
Eyes and mouth closed.
As if nothing happened.
"No, no, no. ANGE!"
I yelled as I could feel her breathing less and less, as the color left her peachy skin.
I heard loud strong wings behind me.
He gasped. Probably as shocked as we were
"This happens sometimes. Just let me..."
He said motioning me to walk away.
I got up shakily and held onto Sam.
For some reason all I could do was blame myself.
He climbed on top of her and caressed her face.
Kissing her forehead.
Then he hit her...like really hard
She leaped up and took in a huge breath.
She held onto Cas for dear life.
I placed my hand on her shoulder.
She pushed Cas away and jumped onto me.
"Oh my god, I hate when that happens."
She said nuzzling into my shoulder.
I pushed her away back onto the bed.
She gasped and looked at me in shock.
"Why the hell wouldn't you tell us this happens to you?!"
Sam asked angrily.
"Cause it's not worth mentioning. Cas helps me cope with it."
She said grabbing Castiel's hand.
"It's her grace. When it recharges itself her mortal body can't take it, so it seizes. It's ugly but it's true and all you can do is deal with it. It happens every 7 months or so."
He said pulling her into him.
Sam was red and angry still.
I began to feel bad for her.
Having to deal with that insane power inside.
"That's no excuse you need to tell us there things!"
Sam screamed at her.
She jumped off of Cas at his sudden raise of his voice.
He can sound cruel when he wants to.
She really doesn't like to be yelled at.
It scares her.
"I'm sorry Sammy, I just didn't want you guys to think I was more of a freak than I already am..."
She said frowning and putting her head down.
Sam's face softened.
"You're not a freak. I'm sorry. I just...we need to know about this kinda stuff so we can keep an eye out for you."
He said pushing past me to her.
He sat next to her on the bed.
Looking at her.
She didn't look up at him.
That has to hurt a fuck ton.
I know I feel something trying to puncture my heart in with a screwdriver.
"Hey. Come on Astrid...I just want things to go back to the way they were."
He said picking up her head.
She had a tear sliding down her cheek.
He quickly brushed it with his finger.
"Ok. That's seems...good."
She said quietly looking down at her hands.
He kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly.
I did the same and left to the living room with Sam.
"What the hell are we gonna do about that?!"
I asked angrily, well it seemed angry, but I'm actually just very confused.
"Nothing...as long as she isn't hurting anybody..."
He said calmly and quietly, waiting for my response.
I was still unsure and just rubbed my neck as I racked my brain with ideas for her.
"She isn't a fucking monster, Dean! She's our sister!"
He said angrily, doing that towering over me thing.
I just didn't want anyone to get hurt.
What just happened really freaked me out.
I don't like when things like that happen to her, or to anybody else.
"It just scares me sometimes, Sammy."
I said quietly, scratching my neck.
His eyes softened, but his facial expression remained stern.
Even though we both knew he wasn't angry any longer.
"Well tough, Dean. You shouldn't even care about this. We've seen so much worse."
He said putting a shoulder to comfort me.
I've noticed that our actions don't match our faces sometimes.
Because he still had a mean face on.
"Don't you think I know that?! I fucking worry about her, Sam. Just like I worried about you." I said angrily.
He pushed me hard into a desk.
I pushed him back and tried to take a swing.
He moved out of the way and grabbed my arm.
I shook him off and let out an angry huff.
I pushed passed him and went into my room.
The only thing worse that being in a fight.
Is being in a fight with family.
It stings and hurts.
I honestly just don't want talk to anybody right now.

Astrid's POV (An hour later)
I detached my lips from Castiel's.
Our lips were very red and swollen.
He was sitting on the bed, and I was on his lap.
There was hickeys all over Cas's neck that I, proudly, made myself.
"Gorgeous."
He said swiping his finger against my bottom lip.
I smiled and attacked his neck again making us fall back into the bed.
Me landing onto him.
He tried to lift my shirt, but I smacked his hand away and continued on sucking on his neck.
He growled at me...like an animal.
I shot up and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Well now you really aren't getting any, besides I have to go check on Dean."
I was referring to the loud fight he and Sam had earlier.
He nodded and dragged his hands down his face with a loud sigh.
I felt bad, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
"I'll be back soon...when I come back in here...be in the exact same spot, or you aren't getting nothing!"
I said pulling him up by his tie and kissing him roughly.
I pulled away and sauntered out of my room.
Leaving poor Cas horny and alone.
I knocked on Deans door not hearing a response.
I felt something twist in the air.
I felt anger pulsing from his door.
I pushed it open and saw him sitting on his bed, looking straight at the floor. The strong scent of whiskey hit me like a ton of bricks when I stepped inside.
"Seems like you've been drowning yourself...are you okay?"
I asked nervously.
Not wanting to piss off my wasted older brother.
He looked up at me slowly and I saw anger in his red stringed eyes.
His mouth was in a small snarl, he got up and walked over to me.
He is very tall, he towered over me, just as Sam did.
"This is all your damn fault...me and Sam would be fine if you didn't come around. Now we always fight about wether we should keep you around or not....and honestly I'm done. You're just a fucking freak anyways...you were never my fucking sister. I don't even know you. We kept around nothing but a judgmental stupid little bitch!"
He said angrily as he full force pushed me into a wall.
His words hurt.
And so did my head, now that it had been banged into a cement wall.
I guess I'll go, drunk words are sober thoughts after all.
Dean can get extremely drunk and still be coherent of what he's saying.
"Well then okay...I'll leave if that's what you want. All you gotta do is tell me to go, and I'll never bother you again..."
I said not letting myself cry.
Not letting him see that I was weak.
That I was hurt.
He walked up to me and punched me.
I winced at his hard scratchy knuckles hitting my cheek bone.
I tasted metal in my mouth and spit out blood.
I looked into the mirror beside me to see a bruise forming on my face.
"Go! Get the fuck out of here and never fucking come back."
He yelled at me.
I didn't expect him to actually say it.
I let a tear slip out.
I reached out and grazed his cheek lightly, right along the lines of where he had recently marked my face.
He leaned into my touch.
"I swore that I would never hurt you again, Dean. So I'll go, because me being here hurts you.." I said flashing into my room.
Now there was a fountain of tears on my face.
Castiel sprang from his spot on the bed and held me tightly as I cried into his white button up.
"I wanna go home, Cas."
I said sniffling and drying the last of my tears.
He nodded and proceeded to pack all of my things into a duffle bag.
I flashed to the front of Sam's door and opened it, only to see him lying there peacefully sleeping.
I crept to his bedside and kissed his fore head softly.
He opened his eyes and looked at me confused.
"Shhh shh, go back to sleep. I love you, Sam. I just need you to know that."
My words only made him more confused.
"Yeah, of course. I love you too, always. What's going on, Astrid?"
He asked beginning to worry.
It was to dark of him to see the purple blotch on my face and the bloody cut on my lip.
"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you knew."
I whispered letting a tear fall down my face.
He wiped it off and hugged me tightly.
"Night, Sammy."
He still wasn't convinced that I was okay, but shrugged and told me to dream sweetly.
I walked back to my room letting the pain of having to leave them infiltrate me.
Cas tossed me a bag and we walked to the front of the bunker.
Castiel was out of the door before me and flashed away.
I leaned on the door way looking at the outside, not wanting to leave this part of my life behind.
"Ange..."
I heard quietly from behind me.
My fist balled up in anger.
Before I could do anything that Id regret, I walked out of the bunker slamming the door behind me.
I started sobbing and flew myself from everything that I lived for.

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See ya later aligator!