"Are they on their way?" You curiously asked Bobby, who was leaning on a table, perfectly fine. You were very fidgety.
"Yes, now stop your worryin." He says irritated.
You rolled your eyes. "They better."
You were waiting for your brothers Sam and Dean. You were in an abandoned cabin/farm. You just returned from Hell, so everyone is treating you differently. Asking you if you were ok, asking if you needed anything, it drove you insane. You hated that everything was different. Something needed to change.
You fight a lot now with your brothers because they ask you too much how you are, and you end up spatting at them, telling them that you are okay and to stop asking and they go on telling you they ask you because they love you. Meaning, it was horrible, being in Hell, but you were fine, and you didn't want to be reminded every single second of your life how you were in Hell. You were ok, right?
"Those idjits." Bobby snorted.
"I can't believe I'm related to them." You joked.
You waited for them patiently, but your patience was running low.
"Call them." You demanded Bobby.
"Alright, hold your horses. No need to jump the hatchet." Bobby took out his phone and started to dial.
"Hi, you reached Dean Winchester. Please leave a message." You hear his tiring voice coming from Bobby's phone. You both shake your heads.
"I swear, they are very......"
Before you could finish your sentence, you and Bobby hear a huge bang coming from the barn door. You both take out your knifes and then once you took them out, you hear it again, but worse, the whole barn started to shake like an earthquake.
Before you and Bobby could even move toward the banging, you see flashing of white lights.
You cover your face of the lights and then hear the back barn door open very aggressively. The lights started to grow dim, making you see a clear view.
"What the hell?" You look at Bobby.
You then see a figure coming out of the door. You grab your weapon from the floor.
While he was walking towards you and Bobby, you see something you have never seen before, and you are a hunter. You have seen everything you could even think of.
Thunder and lightning was booming the barn, and it made out the thing you haven't seen before come to light. Wings. You closed your eyes, hoping you were just dreaming.
Yeah, it wasn't no dream. A man with wings?
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"Stand back, Y/N." Bobby warned you, but you refused.
The figure started to come closer, but Bobby took his knife and tried to stab him, but the guy stopped him by grabbing this hand, stopping the movement and knocked the knife out of his hand.
He then placed two fingers on his head and Bobby fell to the ground, hard.
Your eyes widened, making you grab the knife from the floor and stab the mysterious fellow. Weirdly, he didn't react to the stabbing. He just stared at the knife that was in his chest and slowly took it out, tossing the knife back onto the floor. Your eye balls were almost popping out of your eyes.
"We need to talk, Y/N." He spoke softly.
You stayed silent. Oh, great.
***
You go over to Bobby ignoring the fact that the figure was standing over you.
"Your friend is alive." The mystery man says. He walked over to a table and started flipping over a book.
You glare at him. "Go away." You acerbically say.
"We need to talk." He says in a serious tone.
"Who are you?" You asked him, standing up beside Bobby who was lying on the floor.
"Castiel." He says in a soft voice, making you seem more calm than you usually aren't.
"No, I mean who are you? Like where did you come from?" You were curious of how he even knew your name and how to even find you.
"I'm a Angel of the Lord." He looks at you while setting down the knife that struck him on the table.
"There's no such thing." You discouraged him.
"I saw you, in Hell. The voices?" He asked you, walking closer to you. You backed up, very slowly.
"Wait, in the gas station? The bar? The motel? That was all you?" You asked. It all started to make sense.
Castiel nods in agreement.
"Okay, buddy. Next time, lower the volume. Kinda hit my ear drum." You say annoyed and a little rudely.
"My apologies." Castiel says in a gentle tone.
"Why did you save me from Hell? Why you?" You were still confused of the whole concept.
"Because God commanded it." His blue eyes stare into yours.
"Okay look, I'm not buying what you're selling. Tell me who you really are." You demanded, getting a little hostile.
"I told you." He assures you again.
"Right. So why would an Angel rescue me from hell?" You let out a slight giggle, not taking any of this seriously.
"What's the matter, Y/N?" A slight pause hit the room. He walks closer to you, making you have goosebumps all over your body.
He continues, "You don't think you deserve to be saved." Castiel tilted his head slightly, in confusion.
"Yeah, so? Why would God want me?" You were asking all of these questions and he had an answer for all.
"We have work for you to do." He tells you.
You stare at him, bewildered of what came out of his mouth. You didn't know how to react to this.
As soon as Castiel said this, Bobby woke up. You had a lot to explain to Sam and Dean.
You didn't trust this 'Angel', but you wanted to give Sam and Dean a insight of all this.
