The red dripping down Cas' face seemed louder, more prominent, the blues of his eyes turning a dull, dingy blue. His lip was curled back in a snarl, his hands slowly inching closer to you. Glancing frantically around, you saw that Cas had parked, somewhere in the middle of a big city.

"Cas, wait." You stuttered, as his hand grasped your, painfully tight. 

"I can't help it." He growled. "Get out of here before I do something I'll regret."

You didn't need to be told twice. Unlocking the door, you yanked your hand out his grasp, wincing as your wrist protested the movement. Shoving your legs out the door, you ran down the darkened and empty sidewalk, almost tripping as you turned to see if he was following you. 

You slowed down once you realized he wasn't. In fact, he had gone the other way, stumbling and running into the walls as he headed deeper into the more run down part of this town, wherever you were. Chewing on your bottom lip, you considered your options. One, you could get as far away from him as possible, before getting a hold of Dean. Or, two, you could follow your friend, and make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble. Because that's what he would do for you. He's been there for you when you needed him, and when Dean's need him. Now was time to return the favor.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath, hurrying back to the car, grabbing the keys that were still in the ignition, before reaching under your seat and grabbing the pistol you always kept hidden there. Locking the car, you shoved the gun in the back of your pants before running down the sidewalk the way you had last see him.

He was nowhere in site, and you stopped at the corner, leaning against a rough brick wall, keeping your eyes on a pair of hoodlums who were obviously checking you out. Finally remembering you had your phone in your pocket, you pulled it out, noticing over ten missed calls, and that many text messages. All from Sam and Dean, mainly Dean. "Shit." You muttered again, pressing off a quick text message, telling them to track your phone, that Cas had escaped.

You heard rumbling from where Cas had gone, and you turned to follow him, but a rough hand grasped your wrist. "Hey, pretty lady. What's a girl like you doing out here, by herself? It's not safe."

Turning to face your newest opponent, you sighed when you realized it was the hoodlums. Up close, they had tattoos covering most of their bodies, with low slung pants, and ball caps facing backwards. There were three of them, but it seemed like the one holding your wrist was the ring leader. "Listen guys. I don't want any trouble. I just want to help my friend out. Let me go, and we can forget this ever happened."

The goon holding your wrist just cracked a smile, showing silver teeth, before he pulled on your arm. You were caught off balance, and you fell forward, right into him which is what he wanted. "Listen little girl. I think it would be better if you stayed with us. We can protect you better than your other friend. Hell, you'll probably enjoy being with us." He said, as his other hand crept down your back, before squeezing your ass. That was when you decided you had had enough. Thrusting your head back, you brought it forward with all your might, hearing the crunch of his nose as it broke. It worked, and he let go of your hand, cursing as he tried to stop the bleeding. The other two men came rushing forward, ready to come to the aide of their leader.

Grabbing the gun from your pants, you waved it around, stopping them in their tracks. "I asked for no trouble. But of course you didn't listen. Now, you're going to let me go, and not follow me, got it?"

They both nodded, their hands in the air, as their boss man was currently kneeling down, his hands still wrapped around his nose, blood gushing through his fingers. You kept your gun pointed at them as you turned the corner, before pocketing it once again, and running. You hadn't noticed where Cas had gone, but you needed to keep moving, away from those goons before they tried something else. 

One block, then two, and you finally stopped, gasping for air. You had no idea where you were, or where Cas was, and pulling out your phone, you saw the screen flash before it died. "Great." You muttered, turning in a circle, trying to get an idea of where you might be. You were in some sort of warehouse district, with big, old buildings surrounding you. Most seemed outdated, not used anymore, with the doors boarded up, and the windows cracked or shattered.

The cool night air whipped around you, causing shivers to run up and down your spine. You knew you were in trouble, that this was not a good part of town to be in, but you had no GPS, no idea how to get out of here. As you considered how stuck you were, you heard rumblings from the building across from you. Stepping closer to the side of the old brick building, you stood on tip toes, glancing inside the grimy window. 

Cas is wandering around in the building, shoving crates and boxes out of his way, grabbing his head as if he can't stand the pain anymore. You could stay out here, hoping Sam and Dean would find you soon, or you could go in, and try to talk to the Angel, to guide him back to your car. 

It was then you heard the voices behind you, those belonging to the hoodlum gang you had just escaped from. But what had only been three to begin with was now a group of eight or more, and you could see they were itching for a fight. "If I get my hands on that bitch again..." The one you had broken his nose, muttered, swinging a pipe in his hands. You saw the gleaming blade of a knife, and you knew there was no way you could outman them once again. Deciding you had no choice, you climbed onto the stacks of pallets in front of you, shimmying into the small broken window. Gasping when a piece of broken glass caught your hip, you bit your lip, trying to stop from crying out.

Finally you made it through, and you fell to the floor, a quiet umph your only sound as you hid behind a stack of boxes. You could still hear Cas puttering around, his growls annoyed, and you wondered what he was looking for.

"I can't..." He kept muttering, and it was then you realized he had locked himself in here as a last ditch effort to not hurt anyone. You stayed crouched in your spot, thinking as long as you were hidden, you could keep an eye on him until Sam and Dean arrived.

Pressing a hand to your hip, you winced when it came back covered in blood, the wound deep and seeping, and painful. You were so caught up in your own pain, that you hadn't noticed the boxes were no longer being flung around, and the warehouse was quiet, except for the sound of him sniffing the air like a dog. 

He can't smell my blood, can he, you asked yourself, trying to staunch the bleeding. Taking a deep breath, you moved forward a little, needing to look over the boxes protecting you, to see where he was, what he was doing. Slowly, ever so slowly, you lifted your body until your gaze was at the top of the boxes, then over. 

A pair of red rimmed blue eyes met your stare, and you scrambled back, your cut forgotten in your haste to get away from the spelled Angel. "Too strong. Can't control." He muttered, as he knocked all the boxes out of the way, striding over to you. Scrambling back on your feet and hands, you ran right into the wall, accidentally cornering yourself. 

"Cas, no." You started, holding your hands up, but the sight of the blood dripping down one palm seemed to excite the spell running through him, and he almost licked his lips at the sight of it.

He lunged forward, grasping your hand, pulling you with him. Kicking and hitting, you tried with everything to get away, moaning as your gun slid out of your pants, dropping on the ground. He had his hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into the center of the room, his other wrapped tight around your neck, where it was already bruised and battered from before.

You tried to fight, kicking at his knees, trying to knock him down, but his Angel grace along with the spell made him extremely strong, and you ended up clawing at his hands, needing a breath of air as black dots filled your vision. 

"Cas, let her go!" Dean's voice rang through the empty building, and if you hadn't been so busy trying to draw a breath you would have been relieved. But his hand tightened even farther around your neck, as he looked around the darkened room, trying to find where the voice was coming from.

"Cas, we have Rowena with us. She can take back the spell. Just let Y/N go so we can help you." Sam's reasoning voice came from the other side, as you heard a female whispering something beside him. 

"Can't stop." Cas muttered, shaking you like a rag doll, as you began to lose the urge to fight. As your eyes began to close on their own, you felt the movement of someone, or something behind you, before you heard the grunt as something hit Cas.

Once, twice, Cas was hit, but his grip on you hadn't loosened, and you were beginning to lose hope that it would before you could be saved. "Damn it Cas, let go!" Dean exclaimed, right next to you, before hitting Cas again, and this time his hand released, and you fell to the ground, panting hard, trying to take big, deep breaths through your battered throat.

"Now Sam!" Dean yelled, as he leaned down and scooped you up in his arms. You could barely see Sam pushing Rowena forward, who muttered some foreign sounding words. Within seconds Cas dropped to the ground, unconscious, just as Rowena waved her hands, and Sam went flying, along with Dean, with you in his arms.

"Guys, this has been fun, but I do need to get going. Until next time." Rowena said, before leaving you behind in the warehouse.

Sam pushed himself out of the stack of boxes he had flown into, before coming over and taking you from Dean so Dean could stand up. Dean then grabbed you from Sam's arms, holding you tight to his chest. "I knew leaving you behind was wrong. I'm just glad we got here in time."

You nodded, needing the comfort of his arms around him. You turned your head, watching as Cas struggled to his feet. Sam went over, giving the Angel a helping hand, as Dean scooped you up his his arms once again. "Dean, I think I can walk!" You exclaimed, but he just shook his head.

"I don't care. You're sore, and I need this." He said, and you didn't argue any farther. He moved to leave the warehouse, passing Sam and Cas. Cas looked at you with guilt eating at his face, his shoulders slumped. 

You wanted to say something to him, to let him know it wasn't his fault, but Dean had already carried you out into the night sky, where the Impala was waiting. Opening the door, he went to slide you in, when he realized there was blood on his hand, and darkening your jeans. "Y/N?" He asked, as he sat you down, pulling your shirt up, and your jeans down a little to uncover the deep gash.

"It's nothing. Just cut myself on glass." You told him, as he took off his own shirt, pressing it against the still seeping wound.

"It's not nothing. It needs stitches." He said, climbing into the back seat with you, just as Sam put Cas in the passenger seat.

"When we get back to the bunker." You muttered, your head leaning against his chest, exhausted. Sam started the Impala up, and you let yourself nod off as the four of you made your way back to the bunker.