Cursed Wings (Supernatural) [DISCONTINUED]

15 - Safe But Broken

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After Gabriel got me back to the church, he sat me on one of the wooden benches, worrying that I'd fall asleep if he let me lay on my mattress. I think I would have but luckily, I stayed awake, with help of him shaking me every once and a while when my eyelids got too heavy to keep open.

Castiel and the brothers appeared a few minutes after we had arrived, even though I was too dazed to really notice them. Gabriel quickly ushered them out of the church saying that I just needed some time to rest and that they could come back tomorrow when I wasn't acting drunk. I would have laughed at the comment and how he was playing nurse, but I couldn't register it at the time.

He stayed with me, just keeping me awake for a few hours until it was almost midnight and I was a lot more conscious, even though I could still barely keep my eyes open. I closed my eyes again, hoping he wouldn't catch me this time and let me sleep but he did barely seconds after I welcomed the darkness and shook my shoulders, "Nope, not gonna happen." He smirked when my eyes opened, and I almost felt like he was enjoying this.

I groaned in annoyance, "I just wanna sleep." I complained, now able to form sentences again.

He shook his head playfully as he made me sit up again, "Nope, not for a few more hours."

I groaned again, mentally cursing him, but I was pretty sure he read my mind because he raised an eyebrow at my word choices. I sighed, trying to think of something to do to keep my mind off of my tiredness. There was something that was bothering me but I was in no condition to get into an argument with 'Loki' so I just sighed again, letting my hands fall limply onto my lap, I remembered I was still in my dress. I looked up at Loki with tired and pleading eyes, "Loki," he hummed in response, "Can you help me change?" he raised an eyebrow, "I wanna get out of Uncle's dress." I explained, and he quickly stood from his kneeling position on the floor and nodded.

"How did Izsak even get you into a dress? You hate those things, I've only ever seen you in a dress once, at Halloween." He smirked, still enjoying himself way too much since his concern had calmed when I began talking properly and not slurring my words.

I looked away from him, unable to look him in the eyes as I remembered, before explaining in an indifferent tone, "He stole my clothes and left only the dress to use to cover myself with."

I looked back up at him and saw the pain in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up, putting up a strong front for my sake, and disappeared over to my cardboard box of spare clothes. "You want your PJs?" he asked, rummaging in the box and I nodded, for some reason not caring that he was just going through my clothes box that had my 'delicates' in, must be the concussion. "Got it." He nodded back, grabbing my galaxy leggings and oversized grey tank top. I felt my eyes close again but before I could feel the release of sleep, two hands started shaking my shoulders again snapping me awake. "Nice try." He smirked, handing me my PJs. "Come on, talk to me, that'll keep you up."

I shook my head, placing the clothes next to me. "I don't really feel in a talking mood." I admit but Loki shook his head with a smirk.

"Come on, if I tell you anymore of my stories then you'll definitely fall asleep." I let out a breathy laugh and shook my head slightly as I tried to undo the zip on the back of the dress, but it was tiny and impossible. How I got this thing on I'll never know. Loki saw me struggling and spun his finger around in a circle, motioning me to turn. So, I shuffled on the bench, making it so he could get to my back, but I was unable to stretch my limp wings around my shoulders, to get them out of the way. I clutched the fabric close to my chest as I heard the sound of the zip undoing and it loosened its hold on me, I luckily didn't feel Loki's hand brush against any of my feathers, not that I expected to since he's always been careful around them, knowing they were sensitive and never wanting to hurt me.