Supernatural (Sam and Dean Winchester)

Part Two

I walk into the hotel room, setting my stuff on the ground, Sam brushes past me, his shirt touching me and then it felt like someone punched me in the stomach. I bend over, threwing up in the trash can.

Sam's hand grabs me, trying to help me, "Let me go," I barely manage.

"Sit down." he guides me to the bed.

"Sam, what the hell is going on?" Dean's voice echoed in my head. I can feel both of them around me, but I can't speak. I try to fight back, only they're voices ringing louder and louder.

"Get her to lie down, Sam!" but his voice wasn't Dean's, it was Castiel. I felt the warmth of his hands on me, the sound of his voice, echoing in a much deeper tone. That's when everything went black.

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Only Sam's outline is what I can see when I wake up. Something cold was running down my face.

"Castiel, she's awake." Sam voice rang in my head.

"Charlie, can you hear me?" Castiel leans over me.

"When was the last time you look a shower?" I ask him, he smelled like a farm.

"Yeah she's fine." Dean comes over, a beer bottle in hand.

"You say this is the second time you've come in contact with her?" Cas ask.

"Yeah, the first time was in the motel room. This time, I barely touched her." Sam sounded worried.

"Yes, this is very odd, she didn't mention anything." his fingers touched my face.

"Stop touching my face..." I mumble.

I try to get up but I couldn't. "Do you think this had anything to do with in town?" Sam ask.

"It is... it could be a group of witches or a monster... not in the books." Castiel says.

"I think I'm going to be sick, again!" I yell over them. I roll off the bed to the trash can, threwing up whatever I had left in my system.

"Sam don't touch her, not until I figure out why this is happening." Castiel walks over to me, pulling my long hair out of my face, holding my hair behind my back.

"Cas, just fix her." Dean says.

"Fine." Castiel's hand presses to my forehead and I felt better, magic.

"Thanks." I push myself off the floor, walking to the bed, I sit down. "What time is it?" I ask.

"A little bit after eleven." Sam says looking at his clock.

"Don't Angels need sleep, too?" I look at Castiel.

"Oh, why, yes we do." he was gone.

"I'm going to sleep," I tell them, crawling under the blankets.

"Night." they both say. After a couple of minutes, I was back asleep,

I wake up with a wamth around me. I turn my body to see Sam, gently wrapped around me, protecting me. I take the pillow, sliding it under me, I pull out of his arm strength. I walk past Dean and to the door. I slip on my shoes, it was four in the morning. I open the door, walking out to the railing. I stare at the sun slowly rising. The birds song gently start playing their songs. I walk down the stairs, looking for a direction. I take a right and start running, no music, no cars. I just start running, I make it around 6 blocks and to the local store and back the way I came. By the time I got back, it was five.

"Where have you been?" I get asked the second I walk through the door.

"I went for a run." I say.