The Devil's Trap

Chapter Six

We search around for any signs of anyone, but there is no one to be found. We go back out to the car and Dean tosses me my white cane. We walk around the town for a while, only to find all the doors are locked and there is no one in the streets.

"Dean? Maybe this case was a bust. Maybe there isn't anyone here. Let's go back to the motel, okay? Dean?" I ask. Dean doesn't say anything to me but he whispers something to Sam, and the next thing I know is we are getting back into the car and going back to the motel. When we arrive, I throw my things on my bed and lay down. Sam and Dean exchange a few words and then decide to go talk to any nearby hunters. They suggest I stay behind. I protest, but to no avail. Dean kisses my cheek and soon, I am left home alone. I turn on the television to listen to the news.

"Storms coming in from the east, and we are expecting showers all next week," the weather man says before I drown him out. Just before I fall asleep, someone says something.

"What did you find there?" A familiar male voice asks.

"Cas?" I ask, sitting upright.

"Yes, Aya. What did you find there?" Cas asks again.

"A whole lot of nothing," I reply, patting the spot on the bed next to me. Cas comes and sits next to me, "No demons, no people, nothing," I continued. Cas says nothing and then touches my hand. Immediately I can see. It's like a light turned on in a constantly dark room. I look around, exploring my surroundings. The room is big, and the lights are off. The only light comes through a small crack in my blinds. The beds are identical, except Sam's is made. Our things and clothes are scattered about and the room is a mess. I then turn to the man sitting next to me. His dark hair is ruffled and his bright blue eyes stand out. He is wearing the same trench coat and backwards blue tie that I caught a glimpse of the other day. He looks directly into my eyes and then speaks.

"I'm not supposed to do this you know," he breaths. I look at him and without saying a word, I kiss him. Right on the lips. He smelled like flowers but tasted like sweat. When we pulled away, he was still holding my hand. I stared into his blue eyes, wishing we could stay like this forever, but then Dean burst in.

"Hey Aya, we were wondering--" he stopped mid-sentence and I dropped Castiel's hand. I went back to being blind but I could hear Dean drop his bag.

"What are you doing?!" Dean shouted at me, "I loved you! I cared for you. And this is how you repay me?  By making out with an angel?" I try to say something but he cuts me off by storming up to me and hitting me. I never thought those hand that could be so kind could be so cruel.

"Bitch," he mumbled before walking away. Tears roll down my face as he leaves. Cas grabs me in a warm embrace as I cry into his shoulder. Right now I don't know what else to do other than cry. He holds me close and I cry. I mumble things that no one can understand. He tells me it's okay. He tells me that he should probably go before Dean gets back. He lays me down and I fold myself into the fetal position. Before I know it, he is gone and I'm left all alone, crying my feelings into the pillow.

{ a/n: SOOOOO I broke my arm on Friday, so writing will be difficult. I will continue, however, to the best of my ability. so here is a very feels-y chapter that is short and disappointing. I don t like it but hey, no author ever does!  dont worry there will be more cooperstown and more feels coming. so, who do you ship now? }