Savin' Me

Chapter 5

"Yes. There was a guy there."

Somehow he'd seen that coming. He'd had a feeling; call it intuition or whatever you wanted. Whether or not it was the man that Allison had demanded to see, he had no way of knowing. Further digging was required.

"There was a guy there." Castiel repeated lowly, glancing back to the bed. This conversation needed to take place elsewhere. "We should step out."

Without another word the two stepped out into the cool night, leaving the women behind in the cabin. Dean leaned against the frame of the now closed door while Castiel chose to stand. "What did he look like?"

"Cas," Dean said the mans name warningly. Had he known that this was what was going to happen, he would have ignored Chuck and stayed in the damn cabin.

By now he had heard Dean say that a million times. That was usually followed by a "Shut up!" and an angry glare. He was more or less human, but being scolded like a child wasn't going to kill him. "What did he look like?" He pressed again.

"I don't know, alright? There was too much blood." Dean rubbed the back of his neck, rolling his eyes upwards the overcast sky. Castiel frowned, but he didn't say anything. "We were at this old Ford assembly plant, we were clearing out the basement level when Lisa heard the crying. We walked into this old office and there she was with a Berretta 92 in her mouth. She wasn't a Croat and no demon would gank itself. We told her to put the gun down –"

"And that's when she pointed it at you?"

Dean nodded, continuing on "She was freaking out. Screaming about some dude named Brad. She said that if I took a step closer she'd blow my brains out. I took a step and she tried. Dodging a bullet while firing a weapon isn't the most precise art out there, Cas." He was sounding a lot more defensive now. Dean did feel a little guilt. One bullet and he'd almost killed her, she probably wouldn't have minded dying but killing a chick? A hot one no less. It was guilt worthy. In a perfect world he would have clipped her in the leg or in the arm, something to get her to drop the Berretta. Obviously they didn't live in a perfect world.

"She dropped and the crew dealt with her while I checked the other rooms. I found the guy in a room just off the main office. He was missing half his face. He ganked himself. I didn't stop to look for ID. My guess is that dude was Brad." Dean finished with a shrug.

Castiel was still processing but so far he was following along. He didn't like what he was hearing, but he had asked. Allison had meant to kill herself from the sounds of it and Dean had interrupted her. She was crying about a man when Dean had walked in. It had to be the same Brad she had asked for not long ago. If that was Brad, he was dead. He'd literally blown his own brains out. When Allison had first woken up, she'd wanted to know where Brad was. She didn't ask about the injury or where she was, though she must have noticed the change of location and the large piece of gauze that was attached to her abdomen. At that moment, Castiel felt himself grow more uncomfortable than he had been before.

When Lisa asked if it hurt, she nodded. The woman had taken her temperature and snapped open one of those dry ice-packs, the ones that instantly got cold when you broke the contents of the bag. The cold compress was placed on her forehead while Lisa attended to other things. Allison was too busy staring at the woman to notice that she had pulled the shirt she was wearing up a bit, revealing a large gauze square and a shitload of medical tape.

She seemed nice enough, and pretty. Her eye's were emerald green. If it weren't for a few small scars that Alli noticed here and there, she could easily picture Lisa as some sort of model. Allison didn't realize that she was staring till Lisa let out a small cough, dragging Allison's wandering mind out of the clouds.