Team Free WillxChild!Reader- Ragtag Family (4)

You woke up to Castiel standing over you. You let out a squeak, than relaxed as the fog began to lift in your mind, and you registered the fact that it was only Castiel.

“Sorry, did I startle you?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. You shook your head, though that was a lie.

“I sneezed,” you smiled and hunkered farther down in the blankets, and Cas smiled at you.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and ruffling your hair. You curled up into your blanket even more and a content look seemed to drape over your face.

“Fine. But what were you guys doin’ in the room with the papers last night?” You yawned, not noticing the frown that darkened Castiel’s face.

“Nothing. I was just looking for some papers, and happened to wake Dean up,” he murmured. Than he patted you on the shoulder a few times and continued talking, “it’s getting late. You should probably get some breakfast,” and than he got up and left the room. You listened to his footsteps receding down the stairs, than you stretched and yawned, sitting up. You tugged on the oversized flannel shirt you were sleeping in, one of Sam’s, and you took your raven doll by the wing and padded down the stairs after Cas.

“Mornin’ _________,” Dean said, not looking up from the newspaper. Sam glanced up from his laptop screen and smiled as you came in, than patted the chair next to him, indicating for you to sit down. You stumbled blearily over to him and pulled yourself onto the chair, setting your stuffed animal on the table in front of you.

“Eggs or waffles?” Bobby asked from the stove, his “Kiss the Cook” apron around his waist.

“Waffles please,” you murmured, laying your head on the table, watching Dean from across the tabletop. His eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration as he read over an article from Indiana that was dated about a week ago.

“Hey Sam, we got a few vics out in Carmel, Indiana. From the sounds of it, could be a vamp nest.” Sam his face with his hands, groaning into them.

“Dean, we just got back from a hunt not even two days ago, can’t we take a breath.” He whined, shooting Dean a pleading look.

“C’mon Sam, we got lives to save! Let’s show some hustle!” Dean replied, ignoring the puppy look Sam was giving him.

“You gotta take a breath sometimes kid,” Bobby cut in, putting a plate with two waffles on the table and a jar of maple syrup in front of you.

“Lives are at stake!” Dean pleaded, rising from the table. “Otherwise, I’ll go alone.”

“No,” you whined, reaching over the table and grabbing at Dean with one hand, holding a waffle in the other.

“Fine. We’ll leave this afternoon,” Sam huffed, glaring at his brother.

“After lunch!” You exclaimed, moving your puppy eyes from Sam to Dean.

“Sure thing kiddo,” Dean gave you a half-smile as you squirmed happily. You took another bite of the waffle and smiled.

~*Timeskip*~

“_________, I’m going to the store. We need more milk, eggs, tomatoes and some other things. I’ll be back in about an hour or so. Remember, do not answer the door, if any of the government phones ring, you’re a secretary. Anything or anyone busts in-”

“Shoot first, ask questions later,” you smiled, nodding your head in affirmation. It had been almost a week since Sam and Dean had gone to take out the vamp nest. They had called every day to check up on you, and as usual Cas had stopped by a few times. But he seemed nervous, which was odd. But you didn’t pay much attention to it.

As soon as Bobby had shut the door you ran through the house to the room that had the filing cabinet with your old files in it. You waited another few seconds, though to you it felt like minutes, before you decided that Bobby was truly on his way to the grocery store. Than you crouched down so you were eye level with the lock on the drawer, and pulled out your lock-picking kit from your pocket.

You began to clumsily attempt to get the drawer unlocked, you had only just begun learning this art, and you felt that you were making headway when you heard a knock at the door.

You put your kit down and quietly crept over to where a stool was placed up against the wall under the window next to the door. Leaning against the bookshelf that was just to the left of it was a loaded rifle. You crouched on the stool and carefully pulled the curtains back to see who had knocked.

Your eyes narrowed as you viewed an unfamiliar man. He was about average height with deep ginger-brown hair and a smattering of freckles across his face, and a deep red goatee covering his chin. He was wearing a worn navy-blue sweatshirt over a light blue shirt that seemed to be too big for him, judging from the way it peaked from underneath his sweatshirt.

Moving silently, you got off the stool and picked the shotgun up from where it was leaning and moved to the door, carefully sliding the bolt into place. You than backed up, not taking your eyes off the door, casting a quick glance backwards to make sure you didn’t trip, than you backed around a corner so you were hidden from view. Than, placing the rifle down next to you, you kneeled forward and moved your hands to your lips in a prayer.

“Hey Cas, don’t know if you’re busy, but there’s a man here. And I don’t think he’s a salesman or something. I can take care of myself, but I would prefer if you were here.” Your brows furrowed in concentration.

“_________, please open up. I’ve been sent to check up on you.” Your eyes snapped open and you picked the rifle up, muzzle pointed at the ceiling.

“Cas please,” you whimpered softly, poking your head around the corner to examine the door. There was another knock, this time with more ferocity.

“I’m not going to hurt you, we just want to make sure everything’s going alright,” he continued. “_________, I know you’re there.”

“Go away! I’m not afraid to shoot you!” You shouted, hoping that he wasn’t able to detect the quiver in your voice. There was a rustle of wings, and you felt yourself relax for a second, before shrieking as the red-headed stranger was now standing not five meters from you.

“_________, it’s okay,” he said softly, his eyes calm.

“This is your last warning!” You shouted, standing up and lowering the gun so it was level with him. He just sighed, and you thought you saw movement on his back. Brown with some black streaking, you thought as you marveled at them.

“I won’t-” he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because you let out two rounds with the shotgun, the first one going wide and pock-marking the wall to the right of him, the other one burying itself in his chest. He grunted as blood began to flow from the wounds, but it stopped just as quickly as it started, the skin around the bullet hole repairing itself, leaving you pale.

“________-” he began but you took off down the hallway, running to find the holy oil. You heard footsteps behind you, increasing in speed as you made your way into the kitchen. You threw the bottom cabinet drawers open and fumbled through them, searching for the old vaseful of oil.

“Hey, listen to me,” you gasped and turned around, a spatula in your hand as the angel stood between you and the exit. He began walking towards you, his long strides quickly closing the distance between the two of you. “Look, I’m only here-”

There was a flutter of wings and suddenly Castiel was in front of you, his angel blade dropping from his sleeve and flashing towards the red-haired man. The man lurched backwards, and parried Castiel’s second slash with a blade of his own that dropped from his sleeve. He flipped backwards and Cas took a protective stance in front of you.

“Hey Cas,” the stranger said, smiling a little and dropping the tip of the blade downwards.

“Amiel, what are you doing here?” Cas demanded, still on edge. You watched from behind him, your eyes wide.

“I was sent to check up on the girl, remember?” Amiel raised one eyebrow and gave Cas an incredulous look.

“If I recall correctly, I said that I could keep an eye on her,” he growled in response, and Amiel just shrugged in return.

“C’mon bro, you know me. If it were up to me, we would leave you alone. But Malachi insisted,” Amiel gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” Cas sighed, than sheathed his blade. Following his example, you relaxed, but kept hold on the spatula none the less.

“Sorry I shot you,” you said softly, and Amiel simply smiled and shrugged.

“It’s alright, good safety habit. To be fair, I probably scared you.”

“I wasn’t scared!” You quickly exclaimed, an indignant pout going across your face. Amiel smiled.

“Yeah, I know. Anyway, I must go. I’ll tell Malachi you send your regards,” he gave a quick nod to Cas, than his eyes fell back on you. “It was a pleasure to meet you ________.” Than with a flutter of wings, he was gone.