(DISCONTINUED) When I'm With You.

Chapter One

You wake up from a long and well needed sleep. As you slowly rise from your bed you have a well deserved stretch before heading downstairs to your kitchen, where you open the refrigerator and get out a carton of milk. You set it down on the grey marbled counter top and head over to your white cupboards where you find the box of cereal you had been looking for. You watch the lucky charms fall into the bowl then pour the milk in, exhausted, you make your way from the kitchen into the living room and turn on your television. You put on any random show and just stare at the window while slowly chomping away at your cereal.

"Honey go downstairs," your mother pointed to the basement. You heard a body slam into the door once again and your mother hurriedly nudged you down the stairs.
"Mommy," you whispered. "I'm scared. What going on?" Your mother glanced around the corner of the basement door.
"Sweetie listen to me, go downstairs. You'll find a little toy box to the left. I want you to hide in the trap door that's behind it,"
"Mommy," you quietly cried out.
"Sweetie, you remember how mommy and daddy taught you to shoot right?"
"Uh huh." You mumbled while nodding your head.
"If anything moves that toy box, honey I want you to shoot it. There's a gun in the trap door and a flask with holy water in it. There's also a stash of food in there. Honey, your uncle bobby should be here in the next few days ok. He'll be here to pick you up and take you to somewhere safe." You may have only been a young child but you realised why your mom was saying this, she thought she was going to die.
"Sweetie look at me," You hesitantly look into your mothers beautiful blue eyes, so vibrant and filled with love and compassion, well that's how they are usually, but not right now. No, her eyes were filled with sadness, fear, pain. She was afraid, and that made you afraid. Your mother handed you your dark green bag, filled with clothes and treats and valuables that were so dear to you. Pictures and journals that belonged to your mother. She and your father were both hunters, hence the reason why Bobby would pick you up.
Your mother gave you one last hug, a big one, and multiple kisses all over you face which made you giggle a little. The three words that left her mouth before that basement closed were so simple but meant so much. So much so that you clung onto them forever.

You were snapped out of your daze by a loud banging coming from the front door. You put your cereal down onto the coffee table in front of you and sighed, attempting to brush away the memories that darkened your life. Reluctantly, you head to the door and look through the peephole. There, you saw two familiar figures stood side by side.

You open the door and welcome the two men in warmly. You playfully punch the smaller one on the shoulder who obviously can't take a weak hit from you as he begins to rub his shoulder roughly. You laugh and turn to the tallest of the pair for a good old cuddle.

"And to what do I owe this great pleasure?" You ask playfully as you pull away from possibly the best cuddler in the world and bow slightly.

"Ok Y/N, har har. Very funny. We came here 'cuz we got buiness to do."

"And that buisness is.." You ask expectantly. You wait for a minute and when you get no reply you turn to the oldest brother Sam.

"Listen, Y/N. Dean didn't say anything and won't say anything because he doesn't want to hurt you. So as the coward he is," He looks at Dean who just turns around and goes to your fridge for a beer. "I gotta say it for him." He pauses, and obviously for too long as I snap at him and demand he tells me what's going on.

"Y/N, it's about your mom. She-" Sam was rudely interrupted by a familiar voice who hadn't been here before.

"Your mother has been sighted on a mass killing spree in Minnesota. She's gone mad." What he said was alright until he slipped in that last comment. It had your blood boiling.

"Alright Ass-tiel, you got something against me? Fine. I don't care. But that was uncalled for. My mother hasn't done Jack to you so shut your god damn mouth ok!" Cas looks taken aback. He just stands there, his mouth agape. "You gonna stand there forever or what?!" You yell. He closes his mouth and looks and Sam and Dean for help but did not succeed. You strode towards him and grabbed him by the ear and pulled him outside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that about your mother." He yelps as you continue dragging him by his ear.

"Pfft. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you didn't." Before you let go of him you whisper something in his ear. "You dare step foot in my house again and talk jack about my mother, I swear to God Ass-tiel, I will tear you limb from limb. Got it?!" He swallows hard and nods, you let go of him.

You walk back inside and grab a beer from the fridge and sit down at the island, expecting Sam and Dean to come up with some form of plan and to explain the situation in further detail.

That angel sure is a pain in my ass. You think to yourself.

You take a good swig of beer then set it down on the side and head to the bathroom down the hall. You lock the door and slide down it in tears, small quiet sobs escaping your mouth.

You've been tracking your mother for quite some time now and Sam and Dean have tried to help in little ways. They were like brothers, you all grew up together with Bobby and honestly those were the best few years of your life.

Your mother had been seen at a bar, her eyes apparently turned black and she destroyed it. All of it. She didn't let a single soul escape, now that has to take some skill. So you began tracking her. Getting intel from Sam and Dean who caught rumours when they travelled for cases. Cas started helping too since, apparently, he had nothing else to do. He grew to hate you and you grew to hate him. For reasons that You'd rather not think of right now.

You immediately stopped crying when you heard a light knock on the bathroom door. Considering the light knock it must have been Sam. You stood up and quickly washed your face then opened the door to not find Sam like you had expected, but instead, a curious and concerned angel.

"What do you want?" You finally managed to breath out.

"I-I didn't mean to upset you." He said, looking away slightly. It brought you slight pain to see the look of guilt that drowned his beautiful face and glowing blue eyes. You saw the sorrow he felt. WAIT WHAT! I did not just think that!! You thought.

Slightly distracted and worried he'd heard what you had thought, you pushed him out the way slightly and simply said, "I'm over it." And walked away.

You heard him sigh lightly behind you but you continued to walk.
Assuming that they were going to stay here, you prepared the guest rooms and showed them around. At the end of the little tour, you found yourself stretched out on your bed, unable to sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, Castiels shining blue eyes would be there and you couldn't bare that. You hated eachother and it had to stay that way..didn't it?

Ugh. You thought. This is going to be a long weekend!