Just a Little Bit

Please Cas

P5 Please Cas-
The Winchester Diaries:

Sam walked into the room I had made my asylum. Hunched in a ball in the corner of the sofa, I held my head in my hands. "They died because of me." I whimpered out. "I was too young to remember, but seeing everything over and over again, being burned into my eyes, I realized its all my fault.
"Tara don't talk like that." Sam said walking over to the sofa and sitting down next to me. His bed head would have made me laugh but I wasn't in the mood.
"It true. We were visiting the twin towers, and I had forgotten my stuffed teddy in the elevator. Dad went back to get it, and mum wanted to buy me a gift in the store, so she followed after him. I was put in a taxi and sent back home." I pulled my face from my hands and looked up at Sam. Tears dried on my cheeks and eyes red from crying, "my parents, though, they couldn't get out fast enough. The towers clasped on them." I brought my head to Sams shoulder and nestled into it. "Tara Hollywell didn't get in that taxi, Sam. She didn't even leave the building that day." I tried to keep my breathing under control, but the throbbing in my throat made me choke. I stumbled to the sink kitchen and Sam followed, worried about what I was doing. Coughing into the drain I spat up blood. "What's wrong with me?"
"I'm not sure. Dean!?" Sam yelled with concern wavering in his voice. Dean walked in and saw me thrown over into the sink and Sam with his hand on my back. They exchanged looks and walked into a different room to talk.

Still coughing in the now bloody bowl, the two brothers walked in. I looked up with big sore eyes, shot with pain and that feeling of I'm done. I could tell the Winchesters were all to familiar with it just by how they treated me.
"We think this is connected to the boat flipping and the demon you saw." Dean explained the obvious. I would have remarked on it but my throat felt like sand paper, ripping at every gasp of air.
"But we know someone who can help." Sam continued. The doctor came into my mind for a split second, he would know what to do, then the pleasant thoughts of the tardis, of home, of family, were engulfed in the guilt and shame.
"Cas, we could use your help. Please. Someone needs you." Dean glanced up with belief and passion. The feeling of security seemed to fill the room, and a gust of warm air wooshed around Sams and my hair.
"Hello, Dean. Sam. Sobbing self pitty filled teenager in sink." The trench coat, blue eyed, extremely handsome, and slightly hung over man appeared next to Dean. Dean roles his eyes, and took a step forward away from Cas.
"Castiel, Tara. Tara, Castiel." Sam introduced us, I lifted my head slightly, embraced my my makeup run, sea salt filled, dry tear face, I put it back into the sink and continued to gag.
"She does not seem well." Cas commented on the obvious, again.
"We think a demon did this to her. We were out on a boat-" Dean was interrupted by the curious man.
"A boat?"
"Yeah, a boat."
"I do like boats, Dean."
"That's great Cas. Well, the boat flipped because of the demon we were hunting. And Tara fell in and passed out. When she came to, she was hysteric and cold and couldn't remember her parents."
"She described herself as feeling empty when the monster looked into her." Sam added.
"Then when she found out about her parents, she became like this. Guilty and lost." Dean continued.
"And this was at night?" Cas asked.
"How'd you know?" Sam questioned.
"I think I know what you are dealing with." Cas said without a change in expression, though I knew he was happy to be helping with the case. . .