(DISCONTINUED) When I'm With You.

Chapter Three: Not What We Wanted.

You awoke, once again, but this time you felt weird. Uncomfortable almost. Almost.
You yawned and allowed your fingers to ghost along the arm that held onto you so tightly. It went over the top of your waist and down past your stomach to the other side of your hip. You felt warm and slightly comfortable, though that was more then you would expect considering you were half asleep and had no idea who it was. As you gradually woke up properly you remembered last night. You remembered Castiel bringing you to your room and putting you to bed, lying down next to you by your request.
And that's what confused you, the main reason you felt weird was because it was almost uncomfortable. It felt right and yet so wrong. You couldn't really describe it, it just felt like it was meant to be.

"Y/N," Cas mumbled lightly. "Are you awake?" You hesitated for a moment, not quite sure whether to reply.
"Yeah, I'm awake." You breathed quietly. The room returned to a silence; which for you, was extremely noisy. Within a few minutes you shot up out of bed. You went to your door to check if the others were awake. Once you knew that they weren't, you practically dragged Castiel out of your room and told him to go downstairs to let you change. Hesitantly, he obeyed and began walking down the stairs. You closed the door and sighed in relief as you went to your closet to get changed.

Sure, it was nice to be in the warmth someone's arms but it still left you unsure. The two of you had more or less 'hated' each other since you met and you knew full well the reason behind it. And as soon as you thought of that, your thoughts of Cas became desires, not romantic ones at all. Instead, these were more evil, psychotic. But of course you would not act on these thoughts, if you acted on them every time you'd have them, well let's just say you'd probably be dead, the never coming back kind of dead. Or even locked up, not in prisons on earth but probably hell instead and that scared you.

After you had gotten dressed and calmed yourself down, you went downstairs to, again, make breakfast for four people. Cas sat in the living room awkwardly while watching some reality show on the television and the boys came downstairs. Dean went to join Cas on the sofa, changing the channel to a football game, while Sam came and helped you make breakfast.
"You a good cook now?" You asked Sam.
"Not really," he laughed. "Just thought I'd try and help considering you have taken care of us for a day now."
"You staying all week?"
"Maybe, it seems to be the most peaceful week we've ever had. No monsters running around and no demons or angels fighting."
"That doesn't seem right." Sam only hummed in reply. "Maybe if you stay here we can figure out what's going on. Don't get me wrong, it nice having a day-week off but whenever that happens there is definitely something wrong."
After making breakfast you sat down with Sam and Dean at the table. You all had your laptops out and while you ate, you tried finding a case. After 15 minutes Cas left, on his own little hunt probably, leaving you, Sam and Dean completely bored and confused. Not a single case had been found, not even some random farmers cow gone missing or someone's purse stolen. You had all only eaten half of your breakfast which by now would have been cold.

Cas returned, after another 15 minutes, with a lead on a case. "Witnesses say that there was a short man with a British accent wondering the street, he was apparently wearing an all black tuxedo with a red tie." Crowley immediately popped into your head. "Where's the case?" You asked.
"Rhode Island." Cas replied. You rushed upstairs and packed a bag. You filled one with weapons and books of research just in case you happened to need them, and a much smaller bag for your clothes. You changed into a light grey tank top and wore a pair of blue skinny jeans, a long with a dark green plaid shirt. You put on your heavy duty, sandy colored boots and grabbed a dark green jacket from your closet. After everything was packed and you were ready to go, you raced back downstairs and threw your bags next to the door. You took all the dishes from around your house and cleaned them up, not wanting to return, from a tiring journey, to a messy house.

You then grabbed your bags and walked to your garage which held you favourite car, a blood red 1970 Plymouth Road Runner. She was beautiful and you couldn't wait to have a nice long ride in her.
Sam and Dean soon followed you to your garage.
"Y/N, we haven't even got info on this so called 'Case'." Dean said just before he walked in and began admiring your beauty. "Y/N, that is some car." He chuckled and bit his lip. "And some woman," he whispered to Sam and wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"Dean!"
"What'd he say?" You asked.
"Nothing Y/N, don't worry."
"Erm, ok then. Grab your bags boys were heading to Rhode Island!" You got in the car as the brothers went to fetch their bags. They drove in Baby, Deans '67 Chevy Impala, while you drove in your car.

It was a long ride, you had 7hours left until you arrived in RI. Your legs felt cramped and stiff and you really needed to get out and stretch.

*RiNg RiNg*

You glanced at you phone through the corner of your eye and saw it was Dean, so you answered it and put it on speaker.
"Yo, what's up." You asked.
"There's a gas station a couple miles away, wanted to know if you need to stretch your legs." You laughed at his question-half statement and told him that you'd be more then happy to stop and give your legs a break. The call ended and within a few minutes you became bored. Your eyes started to close by themselves and you felt yourself drifting to sleep.

"Y/N?!"
You shot up suddenly as your car swerved to the left, almost crashing into a blue, metallic truck.
"Jesus Christ, Cas!" You yelled after catching your breath and feeling your heart rate go back to normal. "You scared the sh*t out of me, I nearly crashed!"
"I apologise. I just figured you'd be ok with me doing that considering Sam and Dean are." You sighed.
"It's fine, it's my fault anyway, I should have bought an energy drink or something. I shouldn't be driving whilst falling asleep." Cas gave you an understanding smile then turned to look at the gas station that Dean had mentioned.

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After giving your Road Runner some gas, you got back in the car and just sat there, staring into the many fields that surrounded you.

You sat waiting for about twenty minutes as you started to wonder where Cas went. You didn't realise he had left- almost like you forgot of his existence which in reality made you chuckle.

"What are you laughing at Y/N?" Cas' voice came from behind you. You hesitated to tell him and stalled with a thoughtful hum.
"I was laughing, Castiel, because it was almost like I had forgotten of your existence for a moment there." You looked at him through the rear view mirror to find that his expression changed from stern to offended and disappointed. You thought nothing of it and decided to get out to see what's taking the boys so long to get away from a gas station.

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"Sam, Dean?" You whisper-yelled. "Where are you guys?" You moved quietly inside the store, crouching behind the shelves with your demon blade tucked in your sleeve. You peeked around a corner and saw both Sam and Dean tied up and unconscious. 'Oh sh*t,' you thought.

You scanned the room to see how many people were around- Only one, not counting Sam and Dean. Carefully and as quietly as possible, you made your way behind the guy who tied them up, which you assumed was a demon. You allowed your demon blade to slowly emerge from your shirts sleeve and with one swift movement, the man was on the floor bleeding and the volcanic like smoke erupted from his mouth.
As soon as you were sure that there was no one else around, you rushed to the two brothers and untied them. You went outside and asked Cas if he could help get these two in a car, Sam in your car and Dean in his. You figured Cas could drive so you told him to take the Impala and follow you.

You arrived at a Motel, right on the border line of RI and got Sam and Dean into their room and placed them on a bed. Cas, once again, left to do something else and you just decided to get comfy on the sofa and doze off to sound of snoring. Excellent.