crappy brain thinks (oneshots)

Wait, He's Real? (ramble)

Ever since I was little, I had been deathly afraid of the dark. My brain had this way of turning shadows into monsters who would stare at me, waiting to attack. Of course this made getting to sleep pretty hard... It also made walking around at night hard... In fact, it made anything that involed a larger amount of darkness almost impossible. Naturally, my mother though nothing of it, that was untill I was the only kid in the class who still had to sleep with a light on after my 12th birthday. She thought that maybe I just had to get used to it, but everytime I tried to sleep in the dark, I just couldn't, still afraid of the monsters who hid in the shadows. It almost felt irrational, but deep down, my mind was convied that monsters were real and I wasn't willing to take the task. I rember explaining this to my mum, her giving me a sympathetic sigh. She grabbed both of my hands before telling me something that changed my life, in a way. She made up a person. A person, who no mater what, would be watching over me and keep me safe. Of course I found it stupid, imagining some imaginary guy to help me, but as soon as he had a name, it began to make things better. My mum called him Castiel, I never knew where she got the name from, but I preferred to shorten It to Cas. Every time I would go out in the dark, I would talk to him. As I fell asleep, I would share with him my random thoughts, I never though anything of it. And right now, as I was being chased down by what was apparently a demon, I found myself talking to him once more.
"hey Cas, kinda in the shit right now," I said quietly as I tryed to calm my breathing. My main focus was to hide. "I'm being chased by a demon, I know, it sounds stupid, but this guy I met said so, and I'm not gonna lie, I think I'm okay with trusting the guy with the gun," I looked over to the man next to me as he gave me a quizical look, "what the hell are you doing, penning your memoirs, and if you are, can you change my name from guy with a gun to Dean, Dean Winchester" he offered me a soty of handshake as I widened my eyes slightly, embarrassed that this man had heard, "Ash Ryan, uh it's, just uh, a thing I do to not be as scared," I said with a half smile, as he gave a nod before turning around and shooting at the person-no, demon. I felt my heartrate quicken, "well Cas, I'm 90% sure I'm gonna die, but If I do, put all the blame on Dean Winchester," Dean snapped his head around and looked at me with mock offence, "hey, I'm not lying, I'm useless right now and you seem to actually know what's going on," I turned my head back to face forward, only to jump out of my skin. A man stood barely a few centimetres avay from me, his eyes squinted as he tilted his head. "Hey Cas, what you doing here," dean spoke as though this was perfectly normal, people appearing out of nowhere. The man continued to state at me before speaking with a gravely voice, "so your the person that keeps praying to me," my eyes widened as I connected the dots. "by any chance is your full name castiel," as asked, receiving a sling nod in response, "in my defence, I didn't know you were actually a real guy," he just stayed staring at me. I was rather unsurprised that the monsters in the shadows were real, but the reality that Cas was real completely threw me. Just like that Cas dissappeared again and I was left with Dean and a man that had appeared from round the corner, "what do you mean, Cas was here, we didn't call for him," the new man said before Dean looked at me, "yeah but she did" the both stated at me before I put my hands up, "don't look at me like that, I just found out he existed, I just though he was a thing my mum made up to get me to not be afraid of the dark," the both looked at me, slightly confused, "look, thanks for saving me from whatever that was, but I want want to go home," they looked at each other before softening and leading me outside to their car. I found out that the other man was called Sam and that they were actually brothers. Same turned around to me, "so, if you've been praying to Cas your whole life, why did he turn up now," I shrugged, shrinking slightly under his gaze, "could you just think, did you say anything different," I though ofr a second before replying, "well, I mentioned deans name before he turned up," the brothers looked at each other again, having now stopped the car, "do you reckon you could try again, it's just, we've been trying to get a hold of him," Dean looked at me with serious eyes. This whole situation was being to really wierd me out, "hey, Cas, these winchester brothers are really beginning to freak me out, I'm in their car right now, I get a feeling they are gonna keep md hostage untill make a show up," I finished, watching as their faces shifted to half panic. I had to stifle my laughter, these guys seemed pretty harmless and probably would let me go if I wanted, but I figured the motivation would be helpful. The man appeared agian, except this time he was next to me, "why are you holding Ash hostage, if it was an emergency you could've just said," the brothers sighed, "no Cas, she can leave when she wants, we just really need to talk to you about some stuff, but we should drop her off first." Dean motioned to me before pulling out and driving down the road agian. We sat in qiet for a bit, until I couldn't keep my burinjg question at bay, "hey Cas," he looked at me and I could tell the brothers were listening in, "how come you've never showed up before," I stared into his blue eyes waiting for an answer, "I can't locate you, for some reason you're hidden form angels," my eyes widened, "wait, so that's what you are, and angel," he responded with a short yes, as we fell into silence agian, "have you ever wanted to find me, before, of course, today," he though for longer this time, almost scanning his memories. "yes, there have been times where I wished I could find you, sometimes, when you pray, you sound really scared and even though more often that not you explain what's scaring you, sometimes it's just a voice quietly but desperately calling for help," I blushed, realising that the two brothers ahead of me knew more about me than I honestly wanted them to, but hey, I guess it's kind kg my fault for unknowing venting to an angle for about 10 years

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Well, this kinda just trails off cuase idk how to end it, pretty crappy story I know, but I just like the idea.