Stuck with Supernatural

CH. 3:

"Can I take a shower?" I asked Dean. He looked me up and down.

"Hold on," he looked at Sam, who was packing a bag with clothes and weapons, and gave him a questioning look.

"What?" Sam obviously wasn't getting what Dean was trying to tell him.

"Should I call Cas?" Dean's voice lowered when he said 'Cas'.

Wait.

Cas... That was the voice that I somewhat recognized. The hushed one.

"You think she's ready for that?" asked Sam, obviously skeptical.

"Well, she knows that angels exist," Dean shrugged. "She might as well meet the damn guy."

The brothers had a silent exchange of words, then both of them turned to look at me. They both exceeded six feet, and my curvy 5'3" frame made me feel like a two year old looking up at the big kids. Sam was at least 6'4", and Dean had to be 6'2". I had to crane my neck in order to look them both in the eye.

"I'm going to meet an angel?" I asked them.

"Brace yourself, Emmy," Dean's voice sounded tired. "They're not as glorious as you'd think."

"Oh..." I looked down at my feet.

"Cas, you son of a bitch, come help us out. We can't do this one alone," said Dean to nobody in particular.

I heard a flutter of what sounded like wings, and I heard the hushed voice behind me.

"What is it, Dean?" Cas asked.

"The girl, from last night," Sam stepped in front of me, protectively.

I stumbled back a bit, and blinked. Suddenly, Cas was gone.

"You didn't find out what she is?" his voice came from right behind me.

I let out a tiny scream, and fell forward. "Oh my God." I felt my heart literally almost beat out of my chest.

Dean helped me up, and I didn't look away from Cas. I studied him as he did me. He had dark brown hair, like me, and his eyes were the same piercing blue as mine. He stood at about 5'10". He looked confused. He took a step forward, and I took one back, not remembering that Dean had his arm around me.

A memory flashed in mind.

It was Cas.

And... My mom?

I was obviously little, and I was laying down, looking up at both of them as my mom cried, begging him to stay, and Cas looked at her sadly. There was a bright light, and Cas was no longer there. I watched my mom sink to the floor, sobbing.

All of a sudden, I was back in the crappy hotel room, Dean's arm around my waist, supporting me.

"Emmy," Dean shook me a little. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine," I said, unsure of whether or not the memory was real.

"What is your name?" Cas asked me.

"Em Dawson," I looked the angel in the eyes. The same eyes as me. It was like staring at a reflection of myself where I was a man. What I saw in Cas's eyes was indescribable. He was sad, incredibly sad, and alone. Regret. That was what was written on the sad angel's face.

"Cas, she needs clothes," Sam interrupted the eye contact between us.

"What am I supposed to do about that?" Cas looked at Sam, obviously confused.

"Well, we were thinking you could pop in at a store, grab her some pants and underwear, then do your little disappearing act and bring them back here," Dean explained. "She can borrow one of my shirts."

"You want me to steal?" Cas didn't seem shocked at all.

"Yes, I want you to steal," the man next to me replied. "Cas, please. We're trying to get her home."

"Fine," the angel sighed.

"Hold on," Dean stopped him. "What sized pants do you wear, Emmy?"

The three men looked at me expectantly. I looked from one to the other, and then down.

"Uh, like, size 12. Or just get me some pajama bottoms. I'll wear those until I can get a different pair of pants. Get whatever you think will fit me."

"Okay," Cas said, then he was gone.

I stepped away from Dean and breathed deeply.

"Em," Sam rushed at me as I felt myself crumpling to the floor. He caught me right before my head hit the ground. Everything went black.

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"Emmy," Dean's gruff voice echoed around me. "C'mon, kid, wake up."

Someone was slappingy face lightly. I pushed their hand away and turned over.

"Ten more minutes," I mumbled groggily.

"Hey, Em," Sam pulled me up as I opened my eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I yawned, stretching slightly.

"Cas is back," Dean gestured across the room where the angel stood defensively. "He brought you pants and underwear. You can take a shower if you want."

"Thank you," I looked at Dean, then back to Cas. He approached me, gingerly handing me a pair of grey sweats and a package of underwear.

From WalMart.

I had to stifle a laugh.

The angel went to WalMart.

"Thank you, too, Cas," I smiled at him.

He nodded awkwardly and stepped back. I turned around, heading to the bathroom, and Dean threw a flannel shirt at me.

"Thanks," I called as I shut the bathroom door. Finally. Peace.