Roommates with Angels and Demons

Day 12

Day 12- 11:31am
Cas's PoV

I sat with the others in the library. I sighed, putting my phone down. None of the Winchesters had answered my calls or my texts.

"Castiel, calm down," Michael sounded almost empathetic. It was so odd, seeing a different side to Michael. I guessed that his time in the cage had changed him, as well as Lucifer. Sometimes it seemed as though none of us had ever been at odds. I got up and went to grab a beer. Even when I could not taste it I still found myself indulging in alcoholic drinks. The Winchesters had certainly rubbed off on me. I just wish they saw how much they changed me- especially Dean. I'm quite aware of how oblivious I can be sometimes, but how could Dean still not believe I cared for him. Was he so blind to how much I've given up for him? I leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped on my beer before returning to the library. I was about to sit back down when my heightened hearing heard the slamming of a car door.

"They're back," Gabriel commented. I rushed into the garage to see the Winchesters get out of Dean's beloved impala. They half stumbled out of the car. Each of them were covered in blood and bruises.

"What happened?!" I gasped, rushing to Dean.

"It was an entire pack," he answered. I moved to heal him when he pushed my hand away. "Don't." The three of them pushed past me and the others as they joined us in the garage.

"Cas," I heard Charlie call from behind me.

"Something went wrong," I replied. I walked into the kitchen to see the three of them already grabbing the whiskey. Emily didn't even make eye contact with me as she took one of the bottles along with a glass and disappeared. Dean did the same. Sam stayed behind and ran a hand down his battered face. "Sam, what's wrong?"

"We couldn't save them. We weren't prepared enough for a pack. There were almost a dozen of them. We were ambushed and they killed the missing people right in front of us. We couldn't save them," Sam sighed. Gabriel moved past me and went to Sam.

"Hey, Samsquatch," he cooed. I left understanding that the two would likely want a moment to themselves.

"Cas, is this normal?" Balthazar asked. I sighed before nodding.

"They aren't going to get a good night's sleep for a few weeks now," I mumbled.

"So what do we do?" Lucifer questioned. I looked to each of them.

"Try to keep them from drinking themselves to death," I answered before starting down the hall towards Dean's room.
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Day 12- 1:09pm
Millie's PoV

I couldn't save them. I failed. They knew it was us too. Made sure the famous Winchesters watched as they ripped out those victims hearts. They were just teens too. Kids who had their whole lives ahead of them... I carefully raised my fingers to my split lip. I hissed slightly and retracted my hand. I took a swig of the whiskey. I had succeeded in one thing- I managed to get my mind off of Lucifer. I heard a knock on the door.

"Go away," I growled.

"Millie, please come out," I heard Charlie plead.

"GO AWAY!" I yelled, throwing the glass a the door. It shattered. I curled by bruised body into a ball and buried my head in my arm, a firm grip still on the bottle. I didn't dare close my eyes for fear of seeing images of the dying life in the teens' eyes. For the next couple hours someone would attempt to get in every once in a while. Meg had just left and it was a few more moments before I heard another knock.

"Emily?" It wasn't Meg this time. The voice was smooth and I knew it to be Lucifer's.

"Just go away," I huffed a bit above a whisper.