𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋆⋆⋆ 𝐒𝐏𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

warnings !
your best friend dies, some heavy cussing, mention of suicide (very briefly)

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When you woke up, it was nighttime. You could tell by the way moonlight shone into your room, landing on the covers you were under and shimmering like fairy dust on everything it touched, including your skin.

Wait, covers? You frowned, throwing them off. You didn't remember tucking yourself in. You were too busy crying your eyes out because of the stupid archangel you were supposed to hate. Yeah, look how well that's turning out, you thought to yourself, huffing. The thought of Michael made anger and hurt boil up inside your chest, but you took a deep breath and shoved it back down. Later. You considered the thought that Sam or Dean had tucked you in, like a good older brother would, and decided that was probably what happened. A faint smile played itself across your lips before vanishing. What time was it anyway? You couldn't hear much more than a few low, muffled voices coming from downstairs, where the porches were.

You allowed your eyes to adjust to the near-perfect darkness, before going for your phone. You pressed the Home button on it, swearing softly as you had to look away as the brightness flared up, leaving your sight disoriented again. When your gaze landed on the iPhone again, your (E/C) orbs widened slightly. 3:13am. You recalled looking at the time when you went to see the boys hours ago, and that it was around eleven in the evening. The talk at the diner couldn't have lasted more than thirty minutes, which put you at 11:30, and then you came here, paid, and ran into the room, so you'd been out for close to four hours.

You sighed. You should probably go see if any of the others were awake. Most likely, they either were all asleep, or it was only Sam and Dean resting. Cas and Gabe didn't need to, but sometimes they did just because.

You changed clothing, into a black t-shirt and ripped jeans, running a hand through your hair before shoving your phone in your pocket and heading for the stairs. You quickly reached the bottom and made your way to the screen door that led to the inn's porch. There were only two people currently here, even though it was freezing cold out and just a few hours before sunrise. Moonlight illuminated your two closest angel friends, and you were about to alert them to your presence when you heard your name. Curious, you edged closer, trying to overhear whatever they were saying about you.

"Michael is verbally abusing him again," a soft, but deep voice said. You recognized it as Castiel's. You frowned at his statement, not really liking the fact that the brothers were discussing the worst relationship you'd ever been in, behind your back. It was funny how you had once thought your ex was bad. He wasn't the second most powerful being in existence at least.

"I know, Cas, but we can't interfere. Soulmate rules, remember? Not unless Michael consents to it, and he wouldn't do that even if Hell froze over and Luci came home." Gabriel huffed softly. "Point being–"

You shifted accidentally, making some noise. The two angels immediately searched out the source of the noise, resulting in a whiskey-colored gaze and a sapphire-blue gaze landing on you. Castiel stood up.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly, walking over to you to embrace you. You were surprised at the gesture, but returned it, a bit hesitantly.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, considering on whether to go the safe way with a lie and avoid a serious conversation or to spill the truth and get this heavy, hellish burden off your chest. Both angels' eyes were fixed on you, and you met both their gazes for a long minute before sighing. "If I was sent to Hell, tortured, and forced to claw my way back into this world, it wouldn't be anything compared to this," you admitted softly.