Stuck in the Middle (With You)
Winchester sister imagine
A/n: based off of episode 12 that aired last night so spoilers
Warnings: blood, language, the usual.
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“Crowley’s right,” piercing blue eyes starred into your own. “You should go.” A loud pain filled grunt filled the air around the rotting angel.
“Cas, come on.” Your oldest brother, Dean, wore a set of swollen eyes. Trying their best to soak up the tears daring to escape from their green captors.
The whole time you stayed crouched directly to his right side. Locking your left hand with his own right.
“No, you listen to me.” His voice cracked slightly as another grown escape his chapped lips. “You-look, thank you. Knowing you, it…it’s been the best part of my life.”
“Cas…” you’d only whispered it, but he heard your hushed and broken tone speaking to the right of him.
“The things…the things we’ve shared together. They’ve changed me.” The pain in his body soared up to his eyes, jumping to yours as his eyes locked to you for a split moment before looking to the rest of the family.
“You’re my family. I love you.” At the last part, the two of you shared a solid moment of eye contact. The grip he had on your hand tightened for a split second before he continued. “I love all of you.”
Your head shook at his words. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.
“This sounds an awful like a goodbye speech to me.” The sadness you’d tried your best to contain flooded like a broken dam out of your eyes as you spoke.
“Your story doesn’t end here, Castiel.” Mary, your mother, had a certain kind of look to her. She wore a coat of guilt, but why? You all helped people- other hunters. “This is my fault.” When she directed the blame directly to herself, a cold chill went tingling up your spin as fresh goosebumps danced along your exposed arms and neck.
“Just please…please, don’t make my final moments be spent watching you die.” Judging by the look in his eyes, he wouldn’t gotten up and shoved you all out the door if he had the strength. “Just run. Save yourselves. And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.” With all his strength he tried to push his body upward, but only fumbled back down with a cough.
A care filled and loving smile spread on your lips. Salty tears fell down your cheeks and over your split bottom lip. Stinging the open wound more than smiling did. Reaching forward with your right hand, you Bentley caressed the side of his head where the rotting hadn’t yet spread. Your fingers getting tangled up in his messy hair.
“Cas, no.” Your voice barley broke through the tears.
“Yes.” He inhaled sharply.
“There is no way in hell I’m leaving you here. If you’re staying, I’m staying right here with you.” No longer was your hand intertwined with his hair. Instead it rested on top of yours which still held on tightly to his left hand.
A sharp and rough sigh came from his rotting body.
“Why must you be so pig headed, Y/n?” His body repositioned to what seemed to be a more comfortable position for him to rest in.
A short laugh came from your still sore body. “Nobody told you to love me, Feathers.”
“You need to keep fighting.” Frustration took over his look of pain. He was no longer talking just to you.
“We are fighting.” Sam exhaled sharply. “We’re fighting for you, Cas.” His eyebrows were bunched together as the three lines of wrinkles took over the middle of his forehead.
“And like you said, you’re family.” Dean chimed in. “And we don’t leave family behind.”
Your angels head rested backwards in defeat. There was no way any of you were leaving him, and he knew that.
Sam called for your mother to follow him to talk. Dean trailed behind the two of them while you stayed next to Cas. Locking your fingers even tighter with his.
“I won’t let you leave me.” After a few seconds of silence between you two, you’d finally broken it.
“Y/n,” there was no doubt he was about to protest with what could very well have been his final breath, but you wouldn’t let him.
“No, Cas. Why would you ever…ever think I would leave you?” Part of you felt disappointed. Not in him, but in yourself. “Regardless of circumstances.”
He let out a grown before he responded. “Because… the last thing I want to leave this world seeing is the person I love the most being slaughtered in front of me while I’m left- unable to do anything.” It was getting harder for him to speak. Grunts and groans came from him in between words.
His eyes closed for a moment as a deep and held in groan came from his body. Up the left side of his face grew a splitting black crack. The rotting was getting worse.
“Baby…” your hands reached out, fingers just barley touching his face.
A loud banging sound followed by a deep shout came from outside. Somewhat close to your brothers, a giant human side hole was created as a body was thrown through. Crowley.
Seemed not siding with you guys hadn’t worked so well in his favor. Or had he chosen to help in a different way?
Hidden behind the walls came a sharp, fine tuned whistling. A man stepped through and the grip Castiel had on your hand tried its best to get stronger. As if he was protecting you. Telling you to stay out and not do something stupid to get yourself killed as well.
Ramiel and the rest of your family began to speak back and forth, but you were more concerned with how fast the rot was growing.
Your brothers carried on with the Prince. All of your attention was on Cas, who was completely focused on what was happening with the rest of the Winchesters. Knowing you were somewhat safe beside him.
Suddenly, the prince reached behind him and pulled out a lance. The one Crowley had mentioned. The moment it’s base hit the ground powerfully, a gust of strong wind came in your direction. Every direction really. Your family went flying in every direction, while Cas did his best to help anchor you down to prevent you from going too. Then the battle begun.
For a few moments you sat there, watching from a short distance. Until you realized it would take all the power possible to stop him.
Your body stood up. But something stopped you from continuing forward to the fight. A hand which was grabbed lordly onto the bottom of your newly ripped jeans. Cas. This was his way of telling you to stay. Reluctantly you did. Ignoring every fiber of your body pulling towards the rest of your family.
Finally, your brothers had managed to get him into a vulnerable position as the lance was drove deeply into his chest. It was over. Be at the same time it was just beginning.
A dark black substance began pouring from the angels lips. “Guys.” Your voice was almost barley heard, but it was just enough to get their attention.
It was almost as if he was having a seizure. His body began shaking at one point and it was almost too much to watch. Slowly you lifted a very shaky hand to your mouth, covering your lips in disbelief. The air you so desperately needed began to slip away from you as breathing became harder.
From behind, your mother approached and held the back of your head into her chest, her arms wrapping around your shoulders.
“Hey, we’re right here Cas.” There was nothing anybody could do but comfort him. Dean could barley speak himself.
The oozing began to worsen. This was how he would die. His eyes were blank regardless of the fact they were open. Like he was checked out into a painful land.
“We’re right here buddy.” Sam added in.
Just as you thought the end was approaching, a bright blue light took over the room around you. It’s source radiating from behind you all. The light wrapped around Cas, taking him into its warm glow.
When it was all over you took in the sight before you. An angel. No wounds. No rot.
“Cas!” Your arms laced together around his neck, still being careful not to hurt him. Just in case.
Everybody’s heads turned around to be greeted with a sight nobody thought they’d ever see. Before you all stood a very fine Crowley.
“The magic’s in the craftsmanship.” Just before he left he turned and finished. “Oh, you’re welcome.” And just like that the Boy King was gone.
The five of you left, but there was something off. Something you couldn’t shake. A feeling of being lied to, wronged. And you didn’t understand it.
Everybody had gone back to the hotel, except your mother. Who had been staying at a different one.
Both of your brothers were driving in Baby, Mary in a separate car, while you drove the truck and Cas rode shotgun.
Of course you were questioned when you strayed from the route to the hotel.
“Y/n, where are we going?” Cas was speaking normally again, but with that bit of confusion in his voice. It was understood.
“I’ve just- you trust me?” You figured you knew the answer, but still.
“Of course, always.” His face was turned towards yours, which was focused on the road ahead.
Without warning you accelerated, not wanting to loose Mary’s car which had turned into a parking lot.
The two of you sat in the truck, from an unseen distance of course. She was talking to someone. He looked familiar. The moment you saw something- something you thought had been long lost, you hopped out of the truck and began storming into the building.
The door swung open, the little bell resting on the inside ringing violently.
“Y/n!” She must’ve been surprised to see you. Cas was right behind you, sharing an equally surprised and disappointed look.
“Cas?” All it took was his name being spoken from your lips.
He walked forward, placing a hand on the Colt and taking it into his grasp. The man you had no trust for didn’t try a thing. Seen your hand on the gun hidden from sight. Without another word you stormed out of the diner and back to the truck.
“Y/n!” A voice called from behind you, but you simply ignored it. “Y/n, wait!”
A scoff came from you.
“Wait? Wait for what? To hear some bullshit story as to why you nearly got us all killed so you could steal something for that prick in there?” This was what Ramiel had said was his. And she just stood there, prepared to let you all die for it.
“Please, I can explain.” An unamused and sarcastic smile was on your lips as she spoke her words.
“Yeah well you might want to make it quick.” You swallowed hard, trying to down the lump in your throat.
“I lied. About helping Wally.” You wanted to interrupt badly, yell, but you waited for a reason. “For them. The British- I’ve been working for them for awhile now. And we’ve saved a lot of people.”
With everything in your body you clenched the power into your fists. Trying to stop yourself from blowing up on her.
“I knew if I said it was for me there’d be questions. Questions I couldn’t answer.” A sympathetic look was being held in her eyes, but you couldn’t care less.
“So then what? You lie? To get us on some suicide mission? You almost- Cas was on the brink of death. We were all being threatened and had no way to defend ourselves whatsoever. Nothing, mom.” A sharp exhale of breathe left your shaking body before you continued. “When he said to give it to him, you should’ve.”
“I couldn’t loose it for them. You have to understand that, Y/n.” Her hand reached forward to touch your cheek but you only pushed it away.
“Understand what? How you chose some half assed deal over your kids?” The lump in your throat only grew, making it harder to speak.
“Sometimes, you have to do what’s necessary…” you’d heard enough.
Every muscle in your body lunged forward as your right fist connected with the side of her face. Your ring cutting her cheek. Before you you could swing again two masculine arms wrapped around your body in a bear hug.
“It’s over, Y/n. Walk away.” Castiel held on tightly, your rage made you stronger than you’d ever been.
Your own mother had betrayed you. All of you. But this was far from over. It was just beginning.