Savin' Me

Chapter 12

He didn't see Dean for the rest of the day. Even when Chuck and the rest of the dining crew rang the cliché dinner bell, the Winchester was nowhere to be seen. Knowing the man the way he did – it didn't exactly surprise him. Like any hunter he and an ego, a special type of ego that wasn't easily shattered. Being hit, no being punched by a girl must have done the trick. Dean was no stranger to the odd slap but Allison had full on decked him. Somehow she'd managed to put enough force behind it to make him stumble. Since she was a girl, Dean didn't hit back. That was for the most part the only civilized quality that he still possessed.

Castiel had stayed behind with Lisa to make sure that everything was okay. Aside from extremely pissed off, ill, tired and in pain Allison was fine. Shaken up but really, it was nothing that a few hardcore narcotics couldn't take care of. Lisa had convinced Allison to take a dose of high-grade painkillers, in addition to a small dosage of antibiotic medication to take care of the infection and fever. Once she had forced the medicine down they helped her back to his cabin. This time he didn't feel the strong urge to object to her lying on the bed. The woman looked as if she'd been hit by a fast moving vehicle – she was both emotionally and physically exhausted.

Lisa had stayed around to keep an eye on her though as it turned out, Allison didn't need the company. The medication put her out like a light. Lisa left shortly after the woman fell asleep but Castiel stayed watch till around dinner, where he gave himself a much needed break. He'd considered going to talk to Dean, possibly trying to get the journal back but according to his followers – he wasn't taking visitors. Cas went back to his 'teaching' cabin where a late night meeting took place. That kept him occupied for a few hours.

Sometime after midnight he made his way back to his sleeping quarters, ready to spend another night on the floor. When he reached the cabin he saw the dim glow of lights struggling to get out through the curtains . When he reached the front door he slowly worked it open, pulling it back just enough to glance inside. The first thing he noticed was that the bed was bare. Every scrap of linen was in a rumpled pile on the floor. In the center of that pile sat Allison. In her hands was one of the orange prescription pill bottles that he'd stuffed under the mattress. A supply that Lisa didn't know about.

"I would have shot him y'know. I am very good at...shooting things." Allison mumbled. Whether it was to herself or to him he couldn't be sure. She wasn't looking up at him, didn't so much as flinch when he'd entered the cabin.

Castiel surveyed the mess. Both the state of the cabin and the woman sitting propped against the bed frame. The duffel bag had been dumped on the table. It's contents spread across the tabletop with the odd item on the floor. The bag, it seemed had been thrown across the room. He reluctantly settled in the old wooden chair that was across from Allison. Her head shot up when the wood groaned underneath his weight. Her eyes had an odd glaze to them, a look that Castiel was no stranger too.

Allison smiled weakly and held out the pill bottle to him. "These were nice...do you have anymore?" She asked cautiously. Castiel took the bottle and examined the label. Well, that explained the glaze over her eyes. OF course the bottle was empty. He knew that there had only been three pills left, assuming she'd taken all three; if she had it wasn't cause for alarm. She'd wake up with an unpleasant headache but there wouldn't be any other physical damage done. "Well? Do ya?" She gently nudged his foot with her own to get his attention.

Castiel frowned then shook his head, placing the bottle on the table. "That sucks. " Cas smirked. He couldn't have agreed more.

A silence lapsed between the two while Allison stared at the ceiling. Finding the old wooden beams more interesting than her present company. After a long moment she shut her eyes and slumped aback against the bed frame, letting out a low sigh. "I need to go soon. Brad is gonna look for me and we have to stay together. If you don't then something kills you. That sucks too..." Was it just the drugs talking? She seemed genuinely worried.