Under His Wing: The Goddess War (Book Three)

Chapter 7- You're Awake

  "Y/n..." you hear Cas's voice. You feel a cold, hard surface against your face.
"Hun..." your eyes flicker. You sit up groggily and scruff your hair. You notice you we're still sitting at your desk.
"Come on, lets go upstairs." Cas helps you up, the both of you still tired and walking alongside each other, trudging.
  "Why are you awake?" You ask him as you walk up the stairs.
"I woke up and noticed you weren't there." He looks at you, you feel yourself smile slightly.
  Once upstairs, you both get into bed, you of course cuddling up next to him. He quickly falls back asleep, as do you.

About what seemed to be an hour later, you feel a tug on your sleeve.
"Mommy..." Callie's voice whispers. You sit up, quickly looking at her with a face of confusion.
You were in your office again, still sitting at your desk. You notice that the clock reads 8:03 am.
You rub your eyes and look at Callie.
"Are you hungry?" You ask her, she nods contemptibly. You make her breakfast, and as she was in the middle of watching tv and eating, slip upstairs to check on Cas.
He was sound asleep.
"Was I dreaming...?" You think to yourself as you feel his forehead with the back of your hand. His face was warm, clearly still recovering. You could only imagine how the throw down went, and how he ended up in such a state.
You grab the first aid kit from the bathroom and clean the wound on his stomach, putting a new bandage on as well. You kiss his forehead once more before heading back downstairs to Callie.

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  Later that afternoon, Crowley arrived after you texted him.
  He shows up in the middle of the living room.
"Hi uncle Crowley." Callie waves from her seat. She jumps up and runs over to give him a hug, he looks at you confusedly.
  "It's fine, she knows." You mouth to him, he shrugs.
"Hello cupcake-" he begins. "Shall we talk outside?" He asks you quietly, you nod. The two of you sit out back on the deck.
"You called?" He says, you nod.
  "I did. What happened?" You ask him.
"Your brother, or your husband rather hasn't informed you yet?" He questions.
  "Dean didn't have the time to tell me, and Cas had been unconscious since last night..." you sigh.
"Am I always the last resort to you, Y/n?" He shoves his hands in his pockets.
  "Crowley, be glad you even a resort at all. I mean for some reason I love you like family, but do you not remember that you are, in fact, the fucking king of hell." You remind him, he shrugs a shoulder.
"Fair enough..." he mumbles.
"It's ok, Uncle Crowley, you'll always be one of my resorts..." Callie peaks her head in from the doorway. She closes the back door behind her and skips over to you. You and Crowley stop and look at each other.
  "Uh, baby doll, how much did you hear?" You ask her.
"Um, I don't know... Is daddy ok?" She looks up at you sadly. You pick her up and sit her ok your lap.
  "Daddy is going to be ok... but remember how I told you that daddy was powerful?" You ask her, she nods.
  "Well him, and Uncle Dean and Uncle Crowley beat a whole bunch of bad guys to save us..." you tell her. Her eyes glisten.
"Is that how daddy got hurt? Who were the bad guys?"
  "Yes, that's why daddy is resting, but do you know those bad men that you kept dreaming about... That's who they fought..." you say, she smiles and looks at Crowley.
"Your the king of hell?!" She bounces on your lap.
"Precisely, love." He replies. She tilts her head as Cas would.
"Isn't that a bad place though?" She looks at you.
  "That's where the bad people go, but Uncle Crowley makes sure they don't do any more bad things. He's nice to us though..." you inform her.
"Eh-ehm... Y/n, if you wouldn't mind getting back on topic?" He looks sternly at you. You tell Callie to go back inside.
  "Ok so, what happened?" You ask.
"It wasn't just the men that were controlling the dreams. They had help." He says.
  "From who?" You question. He sighs.
"Demons."
  "Demons?! Crowley! Shouldn't you be keeping them in check?!"
"Don't you think I would've is I had known. For bloody sake, I'm not that foolish!"
  "Well apparently you are because your own men were helping to control my daughter!"
  You both stop.
  "Wait, if the men were angels... why were they working with demons? Don't they both want her for different things?" You ask.
"That's the bad part. The angels weren't training her to become goddess of heaven in the first place, they didn't want her there. They were training her to kick me out of my spot." He grunts.
  "You know what, I don't even want to talk about this anymore... I just want to know how Cas got hurt, and do you know how to help him?"
"Cas locked me and Dean out of the room towards the end, he took all four guys on his own, so that basically says it all. And I might be able to." He says. You stand up. "Then lets go." You say.
  You lead him upstairs, along with Callie by your side. Crowley stands over the bed.
"Idiot really did do a number on himself..." he says. He snaps his finger, and Cas's eyes slowly open.
"Daddy?" Callie grabs his arms. He rubs his face.
  "Take her downstairs for a sec...?" You look at Crowley. He takes Callie by the hand and leads her out of the room, you sit next to Cas.
  You place your hand on the side of his face.
  "Are you feeling any better?" You ask him. He sits up slowly, wincing and grabbing his stomach. He chuckles a bit.
"I haven't been this drained in a long time..." he looks into your eyes. You smile.
  "You should take it easy these next few days..." you hold of his hand.
  "Also, did you wake up at all last night, to come get me in the office?" You ask, he shakes his head no.
  "Guess I was dreaming then..." you say to yourself. You grab him a shirt to put on and help him stand up, wrapping your arm around his waist as you both walked downstairs to the living room.
  Callie curls up next to him with a blanket.
"Can I leave now?" Crowley looks at you, you smirk and nod.
  "Yes, thank you..." you say. He flies off and you grab some tea along with an ice pack for Cas.
  "Babe, if you want to, you can do that weird soul-touchy thing- to get some power back that is." You tell him.
"Is rather take the time to recover, and besides, I don't want to hurt you." He says, you shrug and sit on the other side of him, holding the ice pack on his wound. You lay your head on his shoulder solemnly and close your eyes.
One day... this war is going to be over.

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Sorry for such a short chapter. It was sorta a filler.

Adios, Misha-Migos- Feyla