Blood (Castiel X Reader)

Chapter 3

You had managed to carry Matt up and out of the sewage pipe. You stumbled to the truck, putting his body in the back. Blood made your shirt stick to you uncomfortably. You put the key in the ignition and drove to a motel outside of town, stopping at your small room. You parked the car and opened the door, closing and locking it behind you. You glanced side to side before walking to your hotel room, pulling the key out and unlocking the door. You quickly walked in, thinking is suspicious that you were covered in fresh blood. You locked the door and went to the beside table, opening it and grabbing Matt's phone. You opened the phone and looked into the contacts. The first contact said Dean Winchester. You quickly called the number, a gruff voice responding.

"Hello?" He answered.

"H-hi... My name is (Y/N)... My-my... My father is Matt Bliss... He told me... T-to call you if anything... Ever happened to h-him.." You whimpered, your voice shaky.

"Well, (Y/N) my names Dean... Can you tell me where you are?.. Is Matt alright? Did someone take him?" Dean asked you, his voice urgent.

"M-Matts... Dead.." You whimpered, clutching the phone tightly.

"Im uh.. I'm sorry to hear that." Dean consoled, his voice sounding choked.

"I-it's... Okay." You assured him. You told him the hotel you were staying at and the room number.

"I'll be there in less then an hour, stay put." Dean ordered kindly. You agreed and hung up the phone, waiting patiently.

Almost an hour later you heard a knock at the door.

"(Y/N)? It's Dean." A gruff but silky voice called. You stood up and looked through the peep hole in the door. Quickly opening it up you splashed him with holy water. He seemed slightly annoyed before he looked around the room. His hair was slightly spiked up in the front and his face had stubble of a growing beard and mustache. His eyes were a candy apple green. He was very handsome and had a miserable look in his eyes.

"How old are ya, kid?" Dean asked, turning his attention to you. He was wearing brown leather jacket over a green button up shirt with jeans.

"20..." You whispered, shoving your hands into your jean pockets. Dean put a hand on his forehead, dragging down his face wearily.

"Well, (Y/N)... Matt was an old buddy of mine... And I can't leave you here alone, because he personally asked me to protect you in his absence... So that means it is up to me to take care of you.. I'm gonna treat you just like I treat my brother, Sammy... Because you're family now." Dean told you, biting his bottom lip in thought. You nodded and grabbed your small bag of things.

"There's some... Money in the truck and my IDs and.... Matt's body.." You mentioned, nodding at the door. Dean nodded, turning around.

"My car is the Impala... Go sit in the front until I get everything." Dean ordered. You nodded once and walked to the door, going and sitting in the black Impala. Dean made a trip to the car and packed things in a duffle bag. You looked away as he carried Matt's body behind the motel and before long smoke rose into the sky. A hunter's funeral.. And you couldn't bare to watch. Tears glided down your cheeks as Dean walked back and threw the duffle bag into the backseat. He walked around the car and sat in the driver's seat, glancing at you then looking back at the wheel as he started the car. Within a few minutes you two are flying down a highway, the engine purring like a cat. A whooshing sound resonated behind you, making you pull out the special knife that Matt had given you. You spun around, your knife pointed at the intruder. A man in a trench coat and suit had appeared in the back. He tilted his head slightly, his brilliant blue eyes questioning you.

"That is a very strange blade." The man commented, his sky blue eyes flashing brightly.

"Hey!" Dean yelled, making you jump.

"Put the blade down.. Hes my friend... Cas this is (Y/N).... (Y/N), Cas." Dean explained, his voice slightly annoyed. You put the blade in your pocket, Cas studying you the entire time. He put his hand out, you doing the same and shaking hands.

"I am Castiel... I'm an angel of the lord." Castiel stated plainly.

"(Y/N).. I'm a hunter." You introduced, retracting your hand.

"You have been through trauma, yes?" Castiel asked, his eyes even more curious. You stayed quiet and glanced at Dean.

"Yeah Cass... Her father was killed....." Dean explained, narrowing his eyes.
   "Why are you here?" Dean questioned, glancing at you reassuringly. Castiel studied you a bit longer, his eyes shifting to Dean.

"I've heard word that the elder of Wolves is gathering more to his pack." Castiel explained. Dean nodded.

"Alright Cas... When we get to Bobby's you take care if (Y/N) while we hunt the son of a bitch." Dean ordered Castiel, glancing at you. You nodded slightly, turning around in your seat. You sat in silence the rest of the journey with sky blue eyes burning the back of your scull.