#yeah hi no more wisdom but i will continue to be annoying till my dying day

[mistyechoes]

love my dreams. why must even they leave me

[television-romantic]

Windows to the Soul

Title: Windows to the Soul

Characters: Cas x Reader, Dean, Sam

Summary: Reader runs away and is on the verge of death. When an angel comes and saves her.

Warnings: None? Cursing maybe? Almost death? Lots of medical stuff though…

Word Count: About 2,000

A/N: Hi! This is my first Cas x Reader fic and will probably be a bit of a slow burn. I’m kinda new to this so be kind! Feedback is always appreciated!

Prologue

Cold, so fucking cold. There is snow everywhere, falling from the sky, on the streets, almost completely covering the sidewalk till it’s basically a hill. Despite me being completely decked out in winter gear. I’m freezing my fucking tits off. Why out of all days did I decide to leave when it started to snow?

You know why.

Trapped, I felt trapped in that fucking house. Sure, I had everything I could ever want in that house. Movie theater, Gourmet food, Huge garden, Rooms filled with books. That’s right rooms, as in more than one. I had everything. Except…

What? Except fucking company? You think you deserve friends? Love? You do realize you’re risking your life for it right now. Just for a-

“Shut up!” I yell, startling the pedestrians around me. “Dammit, great now we have people staring! You happy?”

Very, now you can just turn around back to the house. That, or you can keep walking and talking to yourself until someone calls the cops. Your choice, sweetie.

“You know we’re way too far from the house to just walk back and-”

Call him then!

“No fucking way!” I mutter, now trying to find the nearest and warmest spot. I just need to lie down…Just for a second.

No! You can’t sleep. Do you know the last time you ate? Two days! That and plus all this walking…You’ll die. And did you not realize why all of a sudden I’m here? Your body is going to overdrive. I’m the last resort, Y/N, you need to call hi-

“I’ll be fine!” I interrupt, walking over to an seemingly safe alleyway. By safe, I mean empty. “You heard what god said, an angel will be there for me when I need him most.” I say with smirk, not entirely believing it myself.

Yeah right! And when’s the last time anybody was there for us?

“Crowley…” I mutter, my smile growing bigger, remembering the incident.

Exactly! That’s why you need to call him! Now, Preferably!

I settle down against the brick wall behind some abandoned cardboard box. So sleepy…

“You know he won’t understand why I’m doing this. He’ll just stick me back at that houssssse…” I mumble, my words becoming slurred.

Y/N!

“Mmm, just a quick nap..”

Stop, wake up! If you go down so do I, you know this!

“Well maybe that will shut you up once and for-”

Y/N? Y/N! Wake-

Silence, Darkness, Nothing. Finally, I’m at Peace! It’s been so long… Wait, what’s that? God? It’s so bright… I see a figure, it’s walking towards me… Stop, please tell me it’s not time! I’m not ready. It comes closer.  I had so much I wanted to do. Closer.  I’m not strong enough yet! I won’t be able to defeat hi-

My eyes snap open and I’m greeted by bright blue ones. It belongs to a man. He looks so pretty… His scruff, his soft pink lips, his jaw line… But it’s his eyes. They’re so blue, like the sky on a perfect day, so full of…something? Wisdom? Hope? Love? How can someone look so beautiful and so perfect? An angel, maybe? It’s my angel! God was right! He has come!

I reach to touch his face. My arm suddenly feeling heavier than usual. I wish I could feel his scruff through these gloves. But even with them off it’ll just feel numb from the cold… He looks at me with his eyes full of questions and worry. I smile weakly at him trying to reassure him. “My Angel, don’t worry.” I mumble, my voice hoarse, how long have I been out? “You have come to save me, right?” Before I can hear an answer from my angel, I hear a loud shrill sound, and my vision goes dark.

The last thing I hear is her

Heh…guess you were right…this time.

Chapter 1

Today was like any other day in the bunker. There was no new cases. Sam just got back from shopping for tonight’s dinner. Dean just finished cleaning the impala from the last road trip. And right now they were both sitting down and binge-watching Jessica Jones. Today was supposed to be like any other day.

“Dean, Sam!” A gruff voice calls out. They turn around and see Cas, holding a girl in his arms…

Dean and Sam immediately get up and run up to Cas. “Wha-What happened? Who is she?” Dean moves closer to the girl cas is holding, inspecting her for injuries.

“Put her on the couch,” Sam says before running to the first-aid in the bathroom.

“She was in a alleyway in Colorado,” Cas says, walking briskly to the couch and setting her down. ”She was freezing, frost was forming on her face, she was turning blue.”

“And why were you in Colorado?”  Dean grunts, gathering all the blankets around the room.

Sam comes back with the first aid and sets it down next to the couch. He inspects her face again before kneeling down beside her and unzipping her jacket.

“What are you doing?” Cas moves closer to Sam in almost a defensive stance.

“She’s cold Cas,” Sam sighs and continues undressing her. “Wearing wet, snow, and ice covered clothes isn’t helping her.” After he finishes the outer-layer of clothes and is done checking her arms and legs for injuries, he towards Dean, who has a pile of blankets in his hands. He takes the blankets and quickly lays a couple over her. “Clothes,” He mutters towards Dean, “Get thick clothes.” Dean runs towards one of the bedrooms grabbing as many sweaters and sweats that she could wear.  Cas, on the other hand, is still standing there next to Sam and the girl. Looking distressed as ever.

“I-I couldn’t heal her…she has some sort of protective…thing” He mutters. Sam pauses briefly before, setting a throw pillow under her head.

“Cas, why were you in Colorado?” Sam mutters, looking up at Cas.

But before Cas can answer Dean runs in with a pile of clothes. “She Okay?” Dean says, handing over the clothes to Sam.

Sam takes the clothes and sets them down next to him. He then, reaches under the blanket were the girl is lying and starts to remove her clothes without looking. He feels her stomach and notices how easily he can feel her ribs. He looks back up at her face and realizes how sunken in it is as well.

He sighs and removes his hand from under the blanket, “She could be worse, but she’s malnourished and probably dehydrated.” He looks up at Cas and at Dean, deciding who to call on. He settles his eyes back on Cas, “Cas, go to a hospital and go get IV bags and one Parenteral nutrition bag.” And like that Cas is gone in a flash.

Sam starts to redress her with the clothes Dean gave him, obviously without looking. Meanwhile, Dean is rummaging through the first aid, gathering all the needles and tubes he can find. By the time the both finish, Cas is back with arms full of IV bags and One milky looking bag, probably the Parenteral bag. After Dean finds all the supplies he stands up and grabs the bags from Cas and sets them down by Sam along with the needles and and tubes.

“We also need the-”

“IV Pole, on it,” Dean interrupts, running the down the hall and to the bathroom.

Sam grabs the girl’s arm to put outside the blanket, then starts to set up the IVs. Cas watches with a worried look. God, he feels so useless right now. He’s a freaking angel and all he can do is watch! ‘Why couldn’t I use my grace? Why of all angels did he think I could do it?’

“Cas!” Sam calls out again, trying to get his attention. Clearly annoyed at this point.

“Y-yes? Sorry.” Cas stutters out, getting to ready to go to wherever Sam needs him to go this time.

Sam sighs, “I’m asking you why you were in Colorado?”

“Oh, Right. About that. Well-” But, before Cas can explain Dean is running back in wheeling in a pole with wheels and hooks on the top.

“Got it!” Dean calls out grabbing the IV bag that Sam had set up and is now needled into the girl’s arm. Sam, takes the girl’s arm and grabs tape from the Med kit so the needle doesn’t come out of her arm. Dean hooks the IV bag to the pole and turns a knob on the tube leading to the girl’s arm. The clear liquid starts to drip out into the girl’s arm. The girl show no reaction, still sleeping quietly, as if nothing was happening to her.

Sam takes out a small flashlight from the Med kit and turns it on. Lifting up the girl’s eyelids open he checks for any bad signs. He’s greeted with Y/E/C slightly rolled back, but her pupils slightly growing smaller from the light. Nothing bad, thank god.

“You didn’t answer my question Cas.” Sam muttered, setting the girl’s arm down and tucking it under the blanket.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Cas asks worriedly, clearly ignoring Sam’s question.

Sam sighs annoyed by Cas trying to avoid the question, “Yes, she should be at least…It depends if she wakes up. Which is why I asked for that Nutrition bag. She might slip into a coma if she doesn’t wake up soon to eat.”

“Why can’t we wake her up yet?” Dean asks with the same worried voice as Cas.

“I-I honestly don’t know,” Sam says, running his hand through his hair frustratingly. “I mean, if she could she probably be awake, especially after sticking a needle in her. But by looking into her eyes she shows no signs of being in a coma.” or being dead.

A sigh of relief washes over both Dean and Cas as they slump back into arm chairs on either side of the couch. Who knew Dean would have to spend his day off trying to save some strange girl from dying. Why was she here anyway? And why couldn’t she wake up?

“God, he told me she would be there,” Cas pipes up, before anybody could ask for the 5th time. Dean and Sam look at him with shock as well as some other emotion they can’t quite point out yet themselves.

“You mean-”

“The God,” Dean interrupts, “As in Chuck? The one who is supposedly with his sister? He told you that a strange girl was in an alleyway? And you just went and saved her?”

“What was I supposed to do Dean?” Cas sounding more annoyed and exhausted at this point. “Leave her? Obviously she has to be of some sort of importance. And by the look of her being immune to my powers, she kinda is.” Cas huffs sinking further into the chair.

“But he didn’t like, tell you anything about her?” Sam says, finally finding a way to enter the conversation.

“No, he just said that there was a girl that need my help and that ‘by his command, I must protect by however means necessary.’ “ Cas mutters, using air quotes as emphasis.

“Great, I just love it when people ask vague and somewhat threatening favors from us!” Dean sarcastically chimes, followed by a groan and him going back to drinking his beer from the stand next to the chair.

Sam just sighs and turns back to looking at the girl. Color starting to form back to her cheeks and her breathing even and almost relaxing Sam. “Well at least we know she can’t be someone bad.” Sam sighs again, reaching over and moving hair out of the girl’s hair.

Then all of a sudden the girl starts to groan and shift, startling all the boys into standing back up. She groans again, louder, as if she’s saying something.

“Crowley…” She mutters her hand trying to move up as if grabbing something. “Crowley!” She repeats, then as if something was there, her hand closes and goes back down. Then she relaxes again into her sleep as if nothing happened.

The boys just stare in shock at the girl, then at each other, then back at the girl.

“What did you say about her being bad?” mutters Dean.

Part 2 Coming soon!