Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #39

Imagine: Castiel giving away your location to angels to protect Sam and Dean, because Cas is gonna save you. Until then, you hide the artifact that the angels want

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I drove in my car, going way over the speed limit. My heart pounded as I focused on the road and wiped blood off from underneath my nose. I had just escaped a fight with angels, and I took from them the Holy Lance before leaving. Regretfully, I left behind the Winchesters and Castiel to protect them, considering how badly the angels wanted the Lance.

I eventually showed up at a motel out of state, and I hid the Holy Lance in the safe. I went in the bathroom and leaned over the sink, splashing water in my face. I turned the sink off and breathed out, keeping my eyes closed for a second. I wiped my face dry and stood up, looking at the mirror. When I saw the figure behind me, I immediately put my hand on the angel blade in my waistband. The angel shoved me into the wall before I could do anything, and then picked me up and threw me against the counter of the small kitchen. I landed on the floor and grunted at the new pain in my lower back.

"Cas, you son of a bitch," I said to myself, knowing what happened.

"Where is it?" The angel yelled at me, her hands clenched into fists as she reached for her own angel blade.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," I grunted, struggling to my feet.

"Really?" She said as I looked at her from across the room. "Then I guess you won't mind when I stab you in the heart and search this entire room."

"Oh, believe me, sweetheart," I said. "Kill me, I won't mind. But others will, and it'll only end worse for you."

She came over toward me and I punched her, earning a knee to the ribs. The wind was knocked out of me and it only got worse when she hit me. She continued to win the battle until a person appeared behind her and killed her. The body fell and Cas stood over me. I kept an arm over myself as I tried getting up. He helped me.

"Hey, Cas," I greeted, looking at him with blood drizzling down my chin. "Thanks for telling them where I was. Really appreciate it."

"I had to tell them where you were," Cas said right away. "It was the only way I could've protected you."

"How many times do I have to say it?" I said, opening the safe. "I don't need your protection."

"You're right," He said, and I looked at him angrily. "But, Y/N, I dragged you into this whole mess with the Lance in the first place. If I had gotten here too late, I...I probably would've lost you. Sam, Dean and I, we need you, and I wouldn't be able to go on knowing it was my fault that you were gone."

He gave me a sad look, and I sighed through my nose. I looked down at the Holy Lance in my hand and stepped toward him. I looked at him.

"Cas, I'm not like you," I said quietly. "I'm gonna die eventually. You're gonna have to let me go when the time comes. You understand, right?"

He didn't reply. I folded his fingers over the Lance and turned away.

"Y/N.." He couldn't find any words.

"Let's go home," I said, grabbing my jacket.