Savin' Me

Chapter 14

Over the course of five years he had met many women. He was by no means an expert in any way and the world that they lived in posed many restrictions on the type of people who survived. There were certain types of people who just weren't made to withstand the trails and tribulations. Even a few of the ones that had survived baffled him. Like a few of 'Dean's girls', for example. At least two of them had been strippers before the viral outbreak and Castiel was almost sure that was why they were kept around, because Dean needed his playthings.

Lisa hated it when it was pointed out but fact was that there weren't a whole lot of women that were rough enough to lead lives like theirs. He'd met three types of women for the most part. Dean's type, those couldn't spell their names and couldn't be trusted with any form of weapon. Then his type intelligent, calm. Then there was a different type. One he'd labeled the 'Lisa group'. Lisa was one of the funniest, nicest women he'd ever met. Though at the flick of a switch she turned into a menace. Allison hadn't been with them that long; he couldn't accurately categorize her. He knew that she wasn't Dean's type but at the same time she also wasn't his. She didn't quite fit under Lisa's own category either.

The first time he saw her was when they'd brought her in, practically bleeding to death. She looked as nice as anyone in her situation could have. Two days later she was actually up and on her feet and she was well, beautiful. He was highly appreciative of a nice female form. He hadn't realized he'd paid so much attention to her. Try as he did, Castiel couldn't seem to pry his mind off of the equally warm body that was practically becoming one with his. There were no shortage of topics to think about but his mind was betraying him. It all came back to Allison.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep. He knew that she had passed out because at one point she'd stopped supporting herself. She was like dead weight against him now. He was stuck in place. All the blankets were underneath him and the cabin light was still on. He didn't move or attempt to set Allison up on the bed, where she should have been in the first place. Instead he stayed on the floor beside her, hoping sleep would come soon.

Of course that didn't happen. He'd spent the better part of two hours entertaining the thought of moving, possibly sneaking off to his 'teaching' cabin. Instead he stayed behind. His next few hours were annoyingly uneventful. No one stopped by the cabin and Allison was still out. Eventually sleep did take him. With sleep came dreams. Questionable dreams.

One thing that had always amazed him. Once sleep had become a necessity he learned about dreams quickly. It was like being part of an extremely short lived play. You were a spectator or an actor. He didn't believe there was a middle ground. In this case he was merely a spectator.

"If you leave I'm going to make you share a cabin with Chuck when you get back." He couldn't see the speaker but the obviously female voice was oddly familiar. The sound of engines roared to life and blinding headlights cut through the darkness. It was their convoy that he was watching. Dean was already in his and the other men were loading up the Jeep and one of the vans.

He saw himself standing by his truck, a woman in front of him. "Please just stay out of this one. I've never tried to stop you before. Cas? Please?" The desperation in the woman's voice was almost heartbreaking. One of the car pulled away from the pack, when it did its headlights illuminated the pair. Standing in front of him was a very scared looking Allison. Her face was flushed and her eyes were glassy, it looked like she'd been crying for some time. He reached out to her and pulled her into his arms. She didn't resist. Instead she embraced tightly, pressing her forehead against his.

"Dean left you in charge." The person talking now was the dream version of Castiel himself. He looked tired and pained in someway. Neither looked like they'd spelt in a few days. "We'll be gone two weeks, that's it. You heard him, didn't you? He doesn't want you to run the place into the ground. "He spoke jokingly but Allison didn't seem to care. If anything she looked completely unimpressed.

Allison cringed. "It's a hot zone…" The words came out in a hushed whisper. Probably to hide the fear that laced every letter.

Castiel leaned in, his lips lightly brushing against hers. Allison rather stubbornly turned her head away from him. "If you go and make it back okay...I'm never sleeping with you again. Ever."

"Never?"

Allison lightly shoved his chest. "Ever."

The cars were pulling away from the line with Dean in the lead. The man laid on the horn as he passed the pair. Allison lifted her left hand and made a crude gesture. To which Dean only smirked. Allison pulled herself away from Castiel, wrapping her arms around herself to fend off the chill; possibly to hold herself together as well." Go. "This time she sounded as if she were surrendering. Allison turned her back on him without so much as another word but he'd stood there and waited, like she was supposed to say something else. He felt disappointed. Rather, the dream version of him did. The two went their separate ways. Allison went back to the camp while he joined the convoy.

The scene went dark, the dream was over.

Castiel stifled a small groan as he forced his eyes open. The cabin was dark; someone had obviously switched off the lights. Allison was still asleep beside him. His eyes lingered on her till his neck grew sore. He'd dreamnt about women before. Hundreds of times but never had he had a dream like that. It was startling just how real it had felt. Hints of sadness and the nagging disappointment when she'd silently walked away from him. When his dreams did involve women there was less talking and even less clothing. Those dreams were nice for one real reason – they didn't make him think. There wasn't much to think about in those cases anyways. Clothing was removed and sex was had. It was so basic.