Hunted

Bloody Angels

I woke up back in the room with Sam and Dean. I hope nothing happened while I was unconscious. I remember a person with pitch black eyes getting stabbed. Castiel was staring at me when I woke up.

"Cas, would you stop staring at her for two minutes?" Dean asked Cas. He made it sound like Castiel was watching me the whole time I was asleep.

"I'm sorry," Castiel replied.

I sat up so fast it gave me a head rush. This made Sam and Dean laugh. I shot an angry look at them and they laughed even harder. I saw blood on Castiel's trench coat giving away that he was the one that killed the black eyed man.

"Who was that?" I asked.

Castiel replied, "Not who, what. It was a demon."

"A demon?"

"Yep," said Dean, "and that's not the only monster out there. Vampires, werewolves, djinns, you name it, we've ganked it,"

I got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the boys talking about me. Dean said that he thought I was "hot" and Castiel said he thought I was indeed quite beautiful. I heard Sam scoff. He does that a lot. I washed my hands and walked out. I asked them what I was supposed to wear. Sam handed me a grey v-neck t-shirt. Dean pointed to the bathroom. I assumed he was telling me to go change clothes. I didn't have any pants to change into so Cas zapped away and came back with some dark skinny jeans that had holes in them from the upper thigh to the ankles.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" I looked at Cas and raised my eyebrows.

He stood there awkwardly and said, "I don't know what you mean. You should shower and change clothes."

I looked at Dean. He was laughing silently. Probably because of the pants Cas brought me.

"Hey Sam, got conditioner?" I asked. Dean started laughing so loud you could probably hear him from outside.

Sam looked at Dean and then back at me. He said, "Yeah," he reached in his bag and pulled out a half empty bottle of conditioner. I took it from him and headed into the bathroom. I started the water and I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and Cas popped his head in.

"You might need these," he said as he handed me underwear. Sam and Dean must of not seen this because I didn't hear anything from them. I got in the shower and wet my short, curly blonde hair. There was another knock, this time it was Dean.

"Hey! Hurry up, there are other people that need to shower, too!" he shouted through the door. I rinsed my hair and got out to get dressed. I had my hair up in a pony tail but some of it wasn't long enough so it fell down. I walked out of the bathroom. Dean ran in and started more water. Cas wasn't there anymore.

"You used all the hot water!" He yelled at me. I couldn't help but laugh. This was embarrassing because I snort when I laugh. Dean walked of the bathroom with a towel around his waste and water dripping from his hair. He looked at me and shook his head. He waited a little while before going back in to shower. When he got in I could hear him faintly singing "Eye of The Tiger" Sam started mouthing the words to make fun of him.

Castiel appeared again, face bloody, and he started to fall down. Sam and I ran to him to stop him from hitting the ground. We put him on the bed and he passed out. Sam didn't seem surprised. I guess this happened a lot.

"He looks bad," Sam looked at me and scoffed.

"Yeah no kidding! What happened?"

"He probably got into a fight with some more angels. He'll be fine," Sam reassured me. I got a wash cloth and poured the rest of my water on it and began to clean his face. Sam looked at me in shock. I'm just trying to be nice I thought as I wiped the blood from his cheeks. Dean walked in the room and scoffed.

"Cleaning up your boyfriend, are you?" He said as he shook his head at me.

"Why can't a person be nice and clean up someone else's face? Huh? What's so wrong with that?" I was irritated with both of them at this point. I started wiping the blood off of Castiel's mouth. He woke up and looked at me in confusion.

"What is up with y'all? Why can't I help out a friend?" I asked all of them because they all seemed to think I was a freak.

"What are you doing?" Cas asked me like I was committing a crime.

"Cleaning the blood off your face. Why was there blood on your face?" I wanted answers, too.