"What?" You ask, his face agrivated yet concerned.

"Someone dear to him will be sacrificed, and I can not bear to have it be you." He sighs.

"But you don't know who it will be?" You want more information, want to understand what he is trying to say.

"No." He turns away. "You can not tell Sam, they will only make the situation worse. I already asked Dean to get you away from-"

Jumping out of your seat, you yell at him "Dean?! You told Dean to get me away from him?! No, Cas. I will not leave him out of the blue! You know what that will make him do? He will come after me, try to find me! And do you know what that would do to him? He would refuse to sleep, eat, he would die! All because of me!"

"You are thinking too far forward about this." He stands and looks at you with concern.

"Someone around here has too! No one ever thinks about the consiquences, they make on the spot decisions which only make the situation worse!" Runing your fingers through your (H/L) (H/C) hair, you turn and step away. "Take me back."

He trys to console you "(Y/N)."

Angrilly you turn around and glare at him "Take me back damn it!"

He frowns slightly and puts his fingers to your forhead. The light from the sun shifts to the dim and broken lights to the bunker. Staring angrilly at what's in front of you, you stomp over to your old room, slamming and locking it behind you.

The sound of another door opening is heard from down the wall "What happened? Is she alright?" Sam's drowned out voice resonated through the door.

"She is fine, just give her some to recover." Cas sighs.

"Recover? What the hell did you do to her?! Where did you take her?!" Sam's agrivated words chimed through the hall, only causing a tear to roll down your face.

Quietly, the angel growled at Sam cautioningly before the sound of wings, meaning he left. 'I'm sorry, Sam.' Your thoughts take over, that terrible part of your brain that controls your worry and regret takes over. All you can think of is ways you could, or could have, changed what is happening now.

The thoughts have almost fully consumed your brain when a knock is heard at the door "(Y/N)? Hey open up, I just want to talk." The man you loved stood on the other side of the door, the man who may be your death.

"I'm sorry." That line comes out, you too late to stop it.

"What? What are you sorry for? Just let me in and we can talk about this." His saddened voice carries into you, making the guilt of the situation worse.

"I-I can't let any one get hurt. It's my responsibility." Though quiet, your voice is still barely audible to him.

"Responsibility? What are you talking about?" Growing more hysterical, a tear slides down his cheek "Please, we can talk about this, just let me in. (Y/N)?"

Unable to handle anymore back and forth, nor his strained voice, you open the door. Not given even a second of time, you are enveloped into a tight, yet supportive hug. Uncaring about the angels advice, you grip tightly to Sams shirt, sharing tears and smothering hugs, the pair of you shared a moment in the doorway.

"What did he tell you?" Still holding tightly to the front of his shirt, you refused to respond.

"Just, no matter what, don't follow me." You quietly cry into his shirt.

"What?" He gives you a confused look as you pull away from him and rub your eyes.

A fake smile spreads across your face "Nothing, I just thanked you for caring so much about me." Another tear falls from your knowledge of the irony of the lie.

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Sorry I didn't post last night... and I know I do this a lot, but last night I was up till midnight watching netflix with my dad. You should get a normally timed post tonight.