Savin' Me

Chapter 13

"He looked sad. Like a puppy. We were in this diner looking for supplies and he was there, sitting at the counter. Brad thought he was dead. Y'know? Propped up there like a puppet or something. I said he suit was too clean. I think he heard that, because he turned around." Allison's eyes darted around the room as if she were trying to decide whether or not they were being watched. She almost looked nervous. "His face was funny when he looked at us. Like a Batman villain. His eyes were creepy too." Allison spoke quietly but there was a defiant edge to her voice. Like she was anxious to get the words out.

He looked funny? The sad part Castiel could understand. Sam had always had a sort of boyish innocence about him. Ironic given his size. Though the part that he didn't understand was the comparison to a Batman villain. That was some sort of pop-culture reference that escaped him. Dean or Chuck would have understood. "He looked funny?" Cas asked out loud. Allison didn't respond. "Allison?"

Her head snapped to the side when he said her name. Like she was just noticing him again for the first time, but she had heard his question. She shrugged, tilting her head to the side. "Just…weird. He was smiling, then it looked like he was in pain. Kept going back and forth. I didn't like his eyes either. I don't think Brad noticed 'cos guys don't notice those things. I always notice peoples eyes…there wasn't blood though. He couldn't have been hurt. Just looked funny. "Her eyes narrowed as she watched him. Waiting to see if he'd understood. At least that looked like what she was doing.

This time though, Cas think he had a handle on it. What Allison was describing, it sounded like something that couldn't have possibly happened. She could have seen it wrong, or read into it. Castiel had heard enough to wonder. The sad expression wasn't anything new, that was one that Lucifer favored – being the hard-done-by one. "Did you see anything else?" Castiel frowned when he noticed Allison looking in a different direction once again. He'd never really talked to anyone in this state before. He wasn't' the type to carry on conversations with himself.

" 'M not blind. Why do you ask dumb things?" The woman glared at him. "It was like a person in another person. I don't know. He changed when Brad pointed the shotgun at him." Alli finished quietly.

Castiel fought the urge to get up and leave the cabin. What she was describing. Was it even possible? After all this time? Suddenly the question of how she survived didn't seem so interesting. He wanted to know more about the moment she had just told him about. Every last detail. To him, it sounded as if she'd seen a glimmer of Sam. A person in another person – that would describe the youngest Winchesters situation perfectly. They had given up hope a few years ago. While they'd run into Lucifer a few times, they'd never seen even the faintest hint that somewhere inside Sam was still alive. Lucifer was an incredibly powerful being. It didn't make sense. Could that have happened? God, this woman left more questions to be asked than anyone he'd ever met before.

This time he let silence envelope them. For a solid fifteen minutes he sat there on the floor beside Allison, completely lost in his own world. He processed the information then silently went over it again. He didn't notice Allison start to doze off and somehow he'd missed her moving closer. He became aware of how close she was when he felt the soft, warm breath against his neck. He craned his neck slightly in order to glance down at her. Her eyes were shut and her head was resting against his shoulder. The rest of her body was pressing against his, she was almost sitting on his lap. Allison looked slightly relaxed, nowhere as irritated as she had fifteen minutes ago. Castiel on the other hand was frozen in place.

"You have a funny name," Allison shifted against him. He was suddenly extremely uncomfortable. "but you're very, very, very…warm." She finished with a small half smile. Suddenly thoughts of Sam and Lucifer were the farthest thing on his mind.

Woman did not get this close to him unless they were naked, or in the process of getting to that point. If he moved even the slightest bit she would topple onto her side. The problem was that Allison wasn't naked and she likely wouldn't be. If she'd decided to suddenly remove a few articles of clothing, he wasn't sure that he'd mind too much. IT was a terrible thing to think about but after all those years of exposure to Dean and his ways – not to mention the path he'd stumbled along once his Grace had begun to wear off.

"The bed is more comfortable." He muttered under his breath. Allison cracked one of her eyes open at his remark.

"Lisa told me not to move because it will hurt. Duh. "

Clearly she felt as if she'd proven some sort of point because she settled right back down . The personal space issue that the Winchesters had been so picky about before, Allison needed a lesson or two in the subject. It was odd, now he found himself wishing those rules were in play. Why? He didn't know. Having a beautiful woman pressed against him wasn't exactly something that warranted a complaint but this was…different.

Staggeringly different.