Dean: Avi, what are you doing?

*sitting on my bed glaring at my computer* Plotting seven different ways to get away with murder. What does it look like, Winchester?

Sam: *walks up behind his brother* Um, Dean? I think she has writer's block again?

Dean: Oh yeah? Which story?

ALL. OF. THEM.

Dean: Wow...

Sam: Yeah...

Dean: Crap.... Well, uh.... About the murder part

Sam: Dean! *slaps his brother* 

Dean: What? *rubs arm* I'm just trying to help! Besides, she could help us on a hunt to ease her mind.

Wait, hunt? What'd y'all find her in Texas worthy of your time? *leans back and smirks at them*

Sam: *huffs* Well, a local town has been having.... livestock issues. Specifically goats.

Huh... Think it could be a werewolf again, trying not to feed on humans? Or something else?

Dean: This is looking more like.... Chuba... Kuba...

Sam: *looks at his brother like he's an idiot*

.... A Chupacabra?

Dean: *points at me excited* THAT!

Sam: *huffs and pulls out computer before sitting next to me* Research shows that the behavior that has been seen, and the fact we are in Texas, point towards this supposedly fictitious creature. 

Well, how do we kill it?

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And just like that, we are on the road once more. I haven't been hunting with them in a while, and lucky me, I got my college homework done yesterday. I gaze out the window as we drive down the country highway, growing closer and closer to the first sighting of th-

"Dean! Swerve right!"

I shout before holding tight to my seatbelt. My eyes had locked onto an oncoming creature who held startling similarities to that blasted dog-thing. Just as Dean yanks the well right, the chupacabra slams into the back end of Baby, sending us spinning down the road. I feel something puncturing my left arm, which doesn't surprise me as part of the door was caved in and had it trapped.

I growl as I lift my head more to see Dean shaking his own. Sam huffs for air before turning to check on me. He curses. "Avia! You okay? Can you move it?" I glare at him. "If I could move it, I would have by now, Sherlock! Forget about me and make sure that.... dog...." My eyes widen and they gaze past Sam. Dean had grown quiet while slowly moving his hand to rest on his brother's back. "Sam...." As Sam turns his head, he understands the silence now.

A massive, hairless grey speckled dog was perched on the hood of the Impala, it's nails digging deep into the metal. Piercing blue eyes gaze through the window, and I can only stare at it in shock and fear. It's hungry sight was locked on my own as it's nose twitches, smelling the blood that was beginning to pool from my wound. "Dean... Where's your gun?" I whisper the dog slowly begins to walk off the hood...

Straight towards the back driver's side door.

Dean gazes down and wraps his hands around the shotgun. He lifts up, but it doesn't move. "Crap! It's stuck!" I feel the fear flow through me, as my eyes have not left the creature's. It slowly makes its way to my door before stopping at it. Its eyes bore through the glass straight into me, and I haven't felt so dreadful in my life. It lowers its head, sniffing the door. When it raises its muzzle again, it is tinted red.

"Sam.... Please-" I scream a curse as the chupacabra bashes in the window with its head. It scratches at the door before finding a grip with its jaw and tearing it off, freeing my arm. However, before I can attempt any escape, it turns on me and latches onto my shoulder, ripping me out of the vehicle and tossing me onto the pavement. I shout in pain as I skid along my wound, leaving blood behind me.

Once I am able to open my eyes, I find it stalking towards me, voices echoing from behind it. Sam's door was jammed and he was trying to crawl into the back seat to get out. It would be too late, though, as the monster was now rushing at me. It launches into the air, and I scramble to grab the gun on my waist, propping myself up on my good arm to reach it.

However...

A blinding light floods my vision, and I feel myself close my eyes instinctively. Once the bright light fades, I carefully blink them open again, still propped up on my good arm. Standing over my legs was the infamous Castiel, his arm outstretched and slightly smoking. I can see his wings fold back against his back, and I smile. It was a trait only a select few people had, apparently, and I was lucky enough to get to see them every time he showed up. That is short lived as my adrenaline leaves and get replaced by pain.

A hiss escapes me, and causes the angel to turn and gaze down at me. "I apologize for not getting here sooner. I was..... busy." I groan and lock eyes with him. "Just... Help me up, will you, wing boy?" He grimaces and kneels down. Instead of helping me up, he gazes at me, tilting his head to the side. I stare back at him, holding back a blush. "W-What?"

He says nothing, but straightens his head and then carefully lays a hand on my wounded shoulder. I hold back a scream by biting my lip, slightly drawing blood from it. The pain from my shoulder slowly ebbs, then my arm suddenly feels like new again. I open my eyes to find him watching me yet again, his brilliant blue eyes seemingly cold.

But I knew that was merely a cover.

His hand lifts, but only towards my lips, where his thumb brushes against the bottom one, and I see the soft light emit from it as it heals the cut made by my teeth. He then removes his hand and stands. Castiel offers another hand to me, and I graciously accept it. Just as we stand, Sam and Dean both finally make it out of the car and over to us. 

"Hey Cas...." Dean says, gazing at us. "Guess I should've known you'd save your girlfriend." I can't hold back my blush at this, and the angel clears his throat. "We already know that she is not and cannot be my girlfriend, Dean. I do not understand why you keeping insisting such a thing." I gaze away, rolling my eyes. Yeah, it was true, as I was already dating someone, and Cas was an immortal being, but it still made me blush every time Dean brought it up.

Plus Cas cares waaaaaaaay too much for me sometimes. Maybe I'm taking his 'favorite human' position now.

Sam, however, clears his throat and motions towards the charred body of the chupacabra. "Well, at least the job's done. Now we just need to get Avia back home and get your car fixed again." He turns to Dean at that, who then turns to gaze at the Impala....

Which was brand new.

With wide eyes, Dean turns to thank Castiel, but the angel and I have already vanished and reappeared back at my house. I slightly laugh before yawning and stretching. "Thanks for the 'lift'." I take a few steps forward before turning to gaze at Castiel, slightly surprised he hadn't left yet. I notice his feathers slightly shake, and I sigh. "Your wings?" I ask, and he nods.

With yet another sigh (I'm full of them, get ready), I wave for him to follow before heading towards the living room. "You know the drill, wingbutt. Sit on the couch while I get my stuff." It was something I'd do for him every once in a while; clean his wings. He could do it himself with a snap of his fingers....

But it wasn't just that.

He couldn't properly heal them anymore either, so I helped with that as well. I should mention that I, unfortunately, am at least 1/8th  angel, thanks to some 'King of Hell' that was trying to experiment with humans and angel grace and blah blah blah. So, I have part of an angel's power.

Specifically, Castiel's grace.

Which was the part of him that could heal his wings and a few other minor details.

However, I couldn't just lay hands on them randomly, I had to find the problem areas, the wounds. That's where the cleaning comes in. With a large comb, two wrags, and a bowl of hot water in hand, I make my way back over to the living room, where Castiel was sitting on the ground in front of the couch.

Setting the bowl on the coffee table by the couch, I then sit on the sofa and begin combing through the jet black feathers on his back. "So... What were you so.... 'busy' with this time?" I smirk as I pick out a stray golden feather. "Was Gabriel giving you a hard time again?" At the slight scoff I earn from the question, I sigh. "You give me the word, and I'll lay waste to that trickster." Slightly lifting my eyes to the television in front of us both, I see a soft smile play on Castiel's lips, and I smile as well.

"Now that.... I would enjoy watching."

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND there we go. I actually already have an idea on how to finish the next chapter of all my stories!

but that will have to wait till tomorrow.

G'night guys/gals!