Blood (Castiel X Reader)

Chapter 4

When you arrived at what looked like a junk yard filled with cars you held on tightly to your duffle bag. Dean opened his door, you and Castiel following his lead. You all three walked inside a older looking house.
The inside of the house had hundreds upon hundreds of books stacked everywhere, a red devil's trap was painted on the ceiling. A very tall man with long hair walked up to Dean. He had something about him that, even with his threatening height, made him look gentle.

"Dean, the wolves attacked another group, no survivors... They're moving North... They'll be around here in a day or so.. We need to leave now." The man said, glancing down and noticing you.

"Sam this is (Y/N)... Matt's dead and she's with us now." Dean explained, stepping aside and allowing Sam to see you. Sam's eyes softened and he nodded.

"I am so sorry to hear that... We lost our dad too... If you ever need someone to talk to... Just talk to me... I'm Sam." Sam said, his soft eyes comforting you.

"Thank you, Sam." You replied quietly. Another man in a baseball cap who had sideburns and a beard walked in. Bobby. You remember him from and older hunt, he was a friend of Matt's.

"C'mon ya idjits... It's only a matter of time before those bastards go out to eat again." He said only nodding slightly to you. You nodded back before Dean turned to Castiel.

"Take care of her.. You see any werewolves, smite 'em." Dean ordered. Castiel nodded before he glanced down at you. Dean gently pated your head.

"We'll be back in no time, kiddo." He assured you, walking out behind Bobby and Sam. Castiel turned to you as the purr of the engine began to fade.

"The loss of your father... Is a tragedy... He was one of the best.... I am sincerely sorry." Castiel consoled before disappearing. You quickly looked around, slightly afraid.

"C... Cas?" You asked. When nothing happened you started to look around. You walked downstairs into the basement, looking around. There were devil's traps and tools everywhere. You quickly walked back upstairs, before you pulled your knife out. The knife was a silver blade with a cross for a handle. The handle was a dirty silver with rubies in the ends. You gripped the handle tightly and walked into the kitchen, the hairs on the back of your neck on end. The whooshing sound and feeling came from behind you, making you whirl around and stab at what was behind you. Castiel grabbed your hand and pushed you backwards into the wall. Hw pinned your arms above your head and to the wall, making you drop your knife.

"That blade... Where did you get it?" Castiel asked, his nose practically touched yours. Your eyes widened as Castiel moved closer to you. You could feel his hot breath on your face.

"M-Matt... Gave it to me..." You whimpered and stared at his dark blue eyes. Castiel nodded and slowly moved backwards, obviously taking his time. You picked up the knife and tucked it back in your pocket before sliding down the wall and sitting there.

"It's not your fault..." Castiel told you as he set down a bag of food. You thanked him and ate it, ignoring what he said. He didn't know what he was talking about... It was your fault.. Your dad had made that clear.. Wait, your dad. Why would that come to mind. As if he knew what you were thinking you two locked eyes. He didn't know.. No one knew... And no one would.