First person point of view-
I shot up, gasping for air on the motel couch in the room that I'm sharing with Sam and Dean.
I can't breathe. I can't. I can't. Can't. Breathe. I thought, still trying to grab hold of the oxygen that seemed to be getting thinner and thinner, even though I know for a fact it isn't. It's just the nightmares sprouting up once again.
I can't stay in here.
I grabbed my thick wool coat and walked out the front door, making sure to close it as gently as possible.
I started to walk, but my stuttering kneecaps clank like silver spoons held in strong arms with loose wrists.
I glance up at the moon. Nights like this have this romantic way of making the moon feel like the perfect company.
I continue walking, and walking, walking, walking until I see a fimilar shadowy figure approaching me.
Once I got closer, I mapped it to be Castiel. I wish he'd be my romantic company instead of the moon.
"Cas? What are you doing here?" I ask, standing besides him. "I knew you'd be out here, (y/n)" he calmly told me. "Are your nightmares keeping you up again?" He asked, but I didn't want him to know how bad it is again, so I looked down at the ground, hoping he'd forget about the question all together, but instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around my torso.
Once Cas released me, he took my hand in his and continued walking with me.
"We should probably start heading back to the motel" I said after a couple of minutes of walking in a comfortable silence.
Cas nodded in agreement, yet neither of us make an effort to turn around and go back. Instead we explore the small town that our case is in.
We go to the gazebo where we find a small pack of fifteen year old smokers, then we pass by the train station where people are just getting off the three am train.
We continue walking until the street we've been on turns into a highway that sprouts out in all kinds of directions.
Castiel finds a bench and we sit down, watching all the cars pass.
I see a small grey versa. My mother had a versa. And a large pick up truck with the windows all the way down. My best friends father had one of those. And a midnight blue mini van with stickers covering the back. I used to always get rides home in a car like that. Then suddenly there's a jet black Impala pulled in front of us.
Sam gets out from the drivers seat. "Hello Sam." Cas says in his deep voice. "Hey Cas." Sam says back, walking over to give the angel a small hug, then he looks at me. "Hip in the car kiddo." He tells me, and I nod along and follow his instructions.
"Thanks for calling me and looking after her." I hear Sam say before he gets into the car with me.
"(Your nickname), is there anything going on?" Sam asks after a few moments of silence. I shake my head. Don't want him to know what's in my head, don't want him to worry.
"Listen, I know this lifestyle isn't ideal and what we do is dangerous and scary, but I'm always here for you, and Dean is always here for you, and Cas is always here for you." Sam tells me and I smile warmly at him, "Thank you, Sammy."
"You know what else I think?" Sam asks me once the mood has lightened up. "What?" I ask, noticing his smirk. "I think Castiel might have a little crush on you" He says, looking for my blushed reaction that comes seconds later. Sam opens his mouth to speak again, "...and maybe you do too."
