Saved by an Angel (a Castiel love story)

Chapter 19: Threats and a Pep Talk

"So are you doing anything with her after this shift...?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll hang out with her and catch up, see how things are going. Her dad just got into an accident and he's in a wheelchair."

"Oh..." Jenny says, looking back at Kristy over my shouder as I wipe down the bar, "shouldn't she be home taking care of him then?"

I swallow a grin.

"Her dad is pretty good at taking care of himself."

She makes a small 'humph' sound, but before she can continue, someone takes a seat at the bar and she's forced to go take care of him. I retreat to the kitchen, where I drop off the dishes, and then my shift is over. I head out into the dining room, pulling my apron off.

Kristy senses me coming and stands up to hug me. I pull her into my arms, surprised by how much I've missed her. Kristy isn't always someone that's easy to get close to, but once you do, she's the sweetest person, and the best friend you could ever have.

I squeeze her, but she winces and wiggles a little and beneath her shirt, I feel the rough catch of stitches.

"What happened?" I ask, immediately releasing her.

"Werewolf," she answers simply.

We slide into the booth across from each other.

"So explain to me why you decided to leave Deany-boy alone during the freaking Apocolypse?"

I sigh, looking down at my hands folding on the table top awkwardly. She raises an eyebrow at me, taking a bite of pasta without looking away.

"Look, it was pretty clear that it just wasn't working with us. Dean doesn't trust me anymore. I don't trust me anymore. You shouldn't either," I add when she rolls her eyes.

"Sam, you are a puppy. You know that? One little mistake and you think you're banished to the dog house."

I stare at her. Kristy has always had the strangest analogies.

"Don't give me the confused puppy face," she mutters, taking another bite of pasta, "you, sir, are a healing puppy. I told you, you made a mistake. We all make mistakes."

"Yeah, mistakes, not the freaking Apocolypse," I argue.

She holds up a hand, giving me an irritated look.

"I'm not here to fight Sam. I'm here because I'm staying with you."

"What? Shouldn't you be out helping Dean and working cases?"

"Dad agrees with me. Someone has to watch out for you-and not because either of us thinks you're going on a demon blood high again either. Sam, I have a really bad feeling in my gut."

I look up at her. I can tell, just by looking at her eyes, that she's being completely sincere. That means that Kristy has some sort of premonition and that's not something to ignore. Reluctantly, I nod.

"I have an apartment, you can stay with me there."

It's not as if we haven't slept or stayed together before.

"Thanks," she replies with a light grin, "but I got the place across from yours on my way here. I'm a good stalker."

Her voice is pleased as she says this and it would worry me if it weren't for the fact that this particular skill comes in handy in our family.

"Anyway," she continues, then stops and frowns, "you need a person."

"What?" I ask confused.

"A person. You know, like, a girlfriend, a soulmate?"