Huntress

Part 3: I Have to Go

You lie awake in bed. So much had happened in just under a week. You were tired -obviously you were tired- but you didn't feel like sleeping.

This..."bunker" wasn't your home. Not yet.
The amount of crazy events that had happened had thrown you out of it so much you'd reached a point where you had no idea what to feel. So many questions raced through your mind but how could you pick any to focus on?

The bandage in your foot was fraying and in desperate need of changing...maybe you could find a first aid kit?
Instantly, you reached to your right side where your backpack always was. You throw your head back "idiot.".
All of your belongings were...well, still in England.
You hoped Mick would maybe be able to find a piece of his spewed heart to send you some of it...you weren't desperate enough to call him yet.

With an excuse to move about, you threw your hoodie back on and headed out. You waited the moment you opened your door, hearing voices.
"How long did it take you to feel like you fit in?" It was Mary.
Mary was your Dad's Mum. She was technically your Grandma but it seemed too strange to say it aloud. She was nice. Spaced out, but nice.
"I'm not sure if I do fit in." that was Cas.
An Angel...apparently those are real. But they didn't seem as holy and glorified as the Bible made out in Primary school. All those hymns they made you sing in assembly and these were who you were praying to? Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe Angels were more like humans than everyone was willing to admit.

You crept along the hallway to see the pair of them watching you. Unfortunately your rehearsed silent steps weren't silent enough for an Angel's mojo. "Hello, Y/N." Cas nodded, he hadn't talked to you much but you could tell he cared about Sam and Dean.
Maybe even more than Mary did.

"Hi..." you say awkwardly.
"You okay, sweetheart?" Mary asked.
"Yeah I uh..." you gulped, not used to so much concern from anyone but your Mum "was just looking for a first aid kit."

"Why?" Cas was to the point.

You glance down at your foot "It needs changing-" Before you could finish whatever you were about to say, Castiel walked forward.

"Here." He knelt down and put his hand over your foot. You tensed up. But, the soreness left along with a small glow beneath his palm.
"My powers aren't all that strong at the moment, but that should heal the worst of it."
"Thank you." You smile at him, still not completely over the fact that he had such an ability.
He nodded sternly before completely disappearing and you try your best not to look shocked.

"You should get some sleep." Mary advised.
You wanted to say 'You too' but you couldn't manage it.
"Goodnight." She squeezed your hand in hers momentarily before heading over to her room.
You stood in the bunker, watching her open her room and walk in like a routine shed been doing for ages.
Maybe she felt like she didn't fit in, but she sure knew how to hide it.

Sleepily, you switch the light off before heading back to your bed and lying down. Come on sleep, do your thing.

You wake to the smell of bacon, the sound of voices, and the feeling of being more tired than you started off as.
You didn't need to get changed: this was all you had.
You just put the same boots back on and patted your hair down with your fingers.
Thankfully your gun, phone, and headphones were still in your pockets.

As silly as it sounded, you didn't want to go towards the voices. You wanted to change into your favourite shirt, charge your phone and hug your Mum. You wanted to go to school and see your friends. Hell, you even missed the rain.

Instead, you took a deep breath and headed out the room.
Before you'd made it past the first floorboard Mary stopped you. "Y/N, here." She handed you a hairbrush and toothbrush. Supplies she was brave enough to find...or ask for.
"Thank you." You took them gratefully and placed them in the room you'd slept in, giving your hair a quick brush over and your teeth a good clean before leaving again.
Mary was gone.