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fallenangelspnfanfic · 6 years

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Wayward Huntress

Summary : You were decided to have a conversation with the angel, which turned into a smoldering fight. As you cooldown, we learn about your past.

Pairing : Castiel x Reader

Warnings : Language, violence, mention of blood, angst.

Chapter 3

You're ruminating as you look to each silver room numbers on the many wooden doors. You don't know why that angel despises you so much but you intend to find out. Zigzagging through the concrete corridors of the bunker, you opened the door of a random bedroom. Not even taking the time to inspect the place, you dropped your duffelbag at the foot of the bed and left the room ready to face Castiel once and for all.

*Sam said his room's 21. Let's see if his angelic ass' there.*

As you walk, you realized that you might be a bit more tense that you thought you were. Your throat tightened and your blood pumped hard in your ears. As you walked down the alley, you wondered if it was a good idea to confront him. Anyway what can you possibly say to an angel to change his opinion of you? But at the same time, he raised your curiosity. And he's the only one that saw this whatever supernatural side of yours.

- Room 18

Why does it affect you so much?

- Room 19

In fact, who cares if a fallen angel dislikes you?

- Room 20

At this point, you can see that the next door is ajar, faint lights were coming out from it, as if someone was watching TV. You rallied up your courage and took the last steps towards the door.

You advanced your fist to knock on the door politely, but you stopped your movement in a sharp blow. Instead, you banged the door opened and made your way in. Your eyes automatically fell on him. He was comfortably sitting on the bed with outspreaded legs, only dressed in his blue navy suit, his coat neatly folded on a chair. He didn't even looked suprised by your sudden arrival, hell he didn't even turn his head up to you, as if he was expecting you to burge in like that. Seeing him so little disturbed by your presence annoyed you. You crossed your arms over your chest and scraped your throat.

-Can we talk?

He finally brought his attention up to you.

-As a matter of fact, yes. Since we both have vocal cords, it is possible to speak.

He then, returned his attention towards the tv. You looked at him incredulously and snorted.

-Wow, didn't know angels could be such assholes. Wait yes, I did know that. It's just, coming from the renegade angel who fought side to side with the Winchesters it's regrettable. I thought you were a decent one. You proved me I thought wrong.

The angel's gaze fell on you once again. He stared at you with narrowed eyes, .

-You don't know the first thing about me. He said in a threatening tone and he continued:

-And you might wanna show me more respect since I saved your life back there.

You laughed, and for the first time yet, he looked taken aback, his traits switched from tough to disbelief.

-Please. If you didn't fucked up my hunt in the first place, I wouldn't have needed your saving. ''Show me some respect''. you chained trying your best to imitate his deep voice. I agreed to come here so that you could find out whatever the fuck, you, felt back there. you pointed him with an accusing finger. Even though I'm sure you're wrong on all the line. Not even able to explain what else I could be, Nephilim aside. Yeah you know what? Ignore me till you figured this out.

Without giving him the chance to answer back, you turned around, ready to leave the room. As you walk towards the door, he grabbed your right wrist in a swift, pulled with strenght and made you spinned back so you faced him. The movement was so sudden that you stumbled forward, your wrist still in his hand, you managed to stabilize yourself by pressing your other arm on his chest. Your eyes met his gorgeous cerulean ones and he slightly inclined his eyebrows which gave him a look of dominance. The sudden closeness between him and you made your breath shorten and for a second your gaze fell on his chapped lips, partially opened. You felt your heart hammering hard against your chest, a feeling that no one have had on you in a long time now.

-Do not underestimate me, human. Castiel whispered to your right ear with a eager tone, while placing a stray hair behind it. The caress of his breath on the skin of your neck made you shivered, bristling the hairs in passing. A carnal ache was rising from within you even though you wouldn't admit it, his forceful grip and his feverish demeanor kinda turned you on. His head still closed to your face, he slowly moved backwards and once he gazed fell on you, you could've sworn his eyes were full of lust, his pupils widely dilated. As if he noticed that he had been carried away in this fervid moment, he thightened his grip on your wrist which brought your mind back in place. The daydreaming was over. You pulled your arm forcefully to regain control of it again but Castiel did not let go. You clenched your teeth.

-Let me go or I swear-

-Oh yes, please tell me. What are you gonna do? the angel asked, smirking.

You were ready to snap when you heard a familiar voice coming from the hallway.

-What's going on? Sam asked in shock from what he just witnessed.

Sam's sudden intrusion made Castiel eased the pressure he had on your wrist and you seized the opportunity to free yourself completely. You left the room, jostling Sam on the way out and shouted without turning your back:

-Your feathered friend is fucking nuts, that's what. Ask for a new one. I'm outta here.

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- Would you care to explain what the hell happened Cas? Dean looked at the angel reprovingly, his hands resting on his hips. They were both in the library while Sam checked for you in the garage. Seeing that his angel friend wasn't answering his question Dean rolled his eyes and continued:

-You're the one who said we should keep an eye on her. His own statement made him scoffed.

-Hell, was already a miracle the girl agreed to come with us, complete strangers. Now she probably won't want anything to do with us. Way to go Cas.

Sam bursted in the library with an anxious face, dreading his brother's reaction from what he was about to say.

-She took one of the motorcycle from the garage. She's long gone.

- Wai-wai-wait. You're telling me she took off with a bike? Dean questionned, more impressed than stunned.

-Yeah... Sam sighed as he pulled himself a chair and glanced at the seraph. The three of them remained silent for a couple minutes before Dean suddendly got up and readied himself to leave.

-I'll go check the local motels and the bars around. She probably ain't far, we had a long day and it's the middle of the night.

-I'll come with. Sam quickly added. He got up and turn to look at Cas, wondering if he would join them.

-Sammy, don't bother. He won't budge. Let's go.

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-Woah lady, don't ya think you had enough? the old bearded bartender asked you, after you ordered your fourth glass of Jim Beam. You squinted your eyes, pointed a finger to your now empty glass and hissed:

-Fill it up old man.

To be quite honest, the tension had disappeared after your first glass of bourbon. Now you drank to convince yourself not to go back there. It was killing you from the inside. What did he mean by weapon? What power could you be possessing? You've always felt different from the other girls of your orphenage, that's why you ran away from there when you were just 15. You thought that, dedicating yourself for hunting would solve the problem, but yet there's still this same void inside of you. And that little voice in your head kept saying you, that by going with the Winchester, you would finally discover what could be filling this void.

It was near the last call, the motel's bar was half-empty, and a group of wasted men started calling you out from where they were sitting.

Babyyyyy, come here. We won't biteeee.

Yeah don't stay there all aloone, honeyyy.

You ignored them. That's what you usually do. Though, tonight your patience might not be as tough as usual since you were already pretty irritated. You sighed, chasing off their loud drunk laughs. You brought your glass to your lips and took a sip. You no longer felt the liquid burning on its way, which meant that you were maybe more advanced that you thought you were. A different aura, what could be wrong with your damn aura? Perhaps he had felt all the rage you buried inside you, this constant desire to fight. All your life, you have never found something more satisfying than killing monsters.

-Baby baby you neeeeed to join us. A guy who looked like a cheaper version of Justin Timberlake in his NSYNC's time surprised you as he sat next to you, passing an arm around your shoulders. You retched as you smelled the putrid odor of alcohol coming from his breath. This dude had by far, exceeded your limit.

You swiflty clutched his arm with your left hand, lifted it over your head and then quickly with your right hand you grabbed his forearm which was resting on your shoulder and mashed it with strenght against the counter, the unwavering recoil resulting in him knocking his head off.

-MY NOSE

-Have you had enough? you growled, pressing even more on his shoudler, so his head stayed steady in the pool of blood that was slowly forming under him.

You held him there, with his arm stuck in your grip and his face flattened against the bar, way too fed up to notice that his nose might be broken, seeing the amount of blood soaking the counter. You heard his friends approaching and you finally let him go. He held his broken nose with both of his hands, a horrified looked on his face, swearing that you were the craziest girl he had ever met.

-You're fucking crazy, she's fucking crazy! He yelled to his friends. You can't help but laugh at the ridiculous faces they had while they inspected the state of his nose. Although the bartender didn't look so amused.

-You, out. NOW. he demanded as he pointed the door rigorously.

-What? ME? But, he started it! Plus, I rented a room here. You complained, trying your best to look cute. Unfortunately, looking cute wasn't gonna cut it after the mess you made in his bar. You were standing still, not totally sure of where you could go now, as you got kicked out from the only vacancy motel in town.

-GET OUT. The old man shouted, getting a bit too aggressive and continued:

-I've seen enough, Hell I've paid enough for the damage, you, hunters caused in my bar!

You slowly raised your hands in apology and backed towards the door. The doorbell rang, indicating that someone just entered. The bearded man's expression changed as he looked up to see his new customer, his eyes now filled with fear.

-NO. NO. NO. I SAID NO MORE HUNTER ON MY DAMN PROPRIETY.

*Aww fuck.*

No need to turn around to know who stood behind you. Those damn brothers.

-Would ya calm down Willy? We're in and out, just here to get a friend okay? the familiar voice confirmed you that you were right.

And in this short instant, you've made your choice. It was better to endure a unpleasant angel to find out the truth about your origins, and to maybe one day, find what could finally fill this emptiness inside of you.

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