You pressed your fingers to your temples, hoping to quell the migraine that was starting to form. "You wanted a drink right?" You opened your eyes and saw Jasper holding out a glass of clear liquid for you. Water by the looks of it. You shared a look with your brothers. Water was not the type of drink you had in mind.
"No thanks. That's not the drink she was talking about." Dean snapped at the blond. Jasper took the drink back and glared at your brother. "Excuse me for trying to be of service." He growled under his breath. You rested a protective hand on Dean's shoulder. "Listen, my brothers and I don't really like the feel of this place. We're going to go and talk this out somewhere else." You glared at Jasper. "Alone."
The blonde woman, Rose, took a step forward. "As much as I hate to say this, and trust me I do, you can't leave. We're all involved now. We all have to talk about it. This affects our family too." Dean looked just about ready to curse the chick to hell, but Sam gripped Dean's other shoulder. "Let's at least try to talk about this with them." Sam was the more logical of your brothers while Dean was more 'shoot first ask questions later.' You were usually the mediator between the two, but right now you had to side with Dean.
"Sam, are you serious? This is our sister we're talking about! You really approve of this? She'd eventually become something we've spent our entire lives hunting!" Dean gestured towards the Cullen family, obviously not caring if he hurt any of their feelings. "You've really lived this way for your whole life?" The head vamp asked. You turned away from your bantering brothers to see all eyes on you. You had expected to see offense or disgust, but instead you were met with pity.
You really fucking hated pity.
You didn't need it. You didn't want it. Your family was Sam and Dean; home was the four sides and the roof of the impala. Sure you didn't always get along with your brothers, and yeah one of you died every once in a while, but it wasn't all that bad being a hunter. It was all you knew. You didn't need to be pitied by a family of people that drank blood to survive.
It became too much. The sound of your brothers arguing, the judging stares being thrown at you by monsters. In this life you were supposed to be able to work under pressure, but fuck you had never been thrown for a loop this big. You needed to be alone so you could think for yourself.
"CAS!" You shouted at the top of your lungs. Sam and Dean stopped their arguing and turned to you. Before one of them could stop you from summoning the angel, Castiel appeared with a flap of the wings.
"Where the hell did he come from?" The burly looking vampire blurted out amongst the silence. "Actually I am an angel of the Lord; I do not come from hell." Castiel turned to you, which made sense since you were the one who called him. "What is it-" You grabbed onto his arm, ignoring the growl that came from Jasper. "I don't care where, but get me out of here. Now." You hissed. Next thing you knew, your head was spinning and nausea bubbled in the pit of your stomach, the telltale sign of teleportation.
Everyone stared at the empty space where Y/N had just occupied. "Who was that, and where did he take her?" Jasper spoke in a scarily calm voice. Sam and Dean exchanged looks. "That was our friend Castiel. He uh... well, we aren't sure where he took her. He kind of just... comes and goes." Sam explained hesitantly.
"He said he was an angel of the lord. Does that mean God is real? What does that mean for us? Do we truly have souls?" Edward's questions flowed like water, each one aggravating Dean more and more. His sister just left them there because of these stupid vamps, and now the mind reader expected him and Sam to answer his questions like they owe him something?
Edward scrunched his eyebrows together, eyes focusing on Dean. I swear you blood sucking dick bag, if you're reading my mind I'll stab you in the goddamn throat. His eyes went wide. "Apologies." He murmured. Dean couldn't deny the rush of pride that filled him.
