It had never been this bad before. You'd been hurt in the past, sure. As a hunter it was part of the job description. But this time was different, and you very well knew it. Being a hunter by yourself had it's upsides and downsides, being gravely injured and in the middle of woods was a downside. Lying on the dirt next to a burning wendigo in the middle of the night bleeding out, defiantly a downside.

Dragging yourself to the nearest tree and propping yourself up proved to be almost impossible through the pain. But, you did it anyway, managing not to scream out in pain more than once. In the flickering fire light of the dead wendigo, you could see four very obvious slash marks in your side. They were deep, really deep, and they almost stretched to the opposite side of your stomach. A sound that resembled a groan and a sigh escaped your lips.

"You've got to be kidding me..." you muttered, peeling off your jacket to wrap around your very bloody torso. You tied the arms of your jacket to the left and tightened them, stifling a scream through gritted teeth. Then, you heard yourself sighing sadly. This wasn't a fix, and you knew it. All this could do was maybe buy you some time. Maybe.

Trying to take deep breaths, you felt something damp on your lip. A tentative hand reached up to your mouth, and in the dim glow of a burning wendigo, you saw blood. But you hardly had the energy to care. You knew what was happening. The pain pumping through your veins was starting to lessen, your body was growing weaker... You were going downhill fast. You were dying.

Leaning your head against the tree allowed you to see something comforting. Through the ceiling of trees, you saw a patch of sky. Stars were twinkling in the pale light, and you did something you never thought you would do. You prayed.

You asked, you pleaded, you begged for something to happen. You needed a resolution. Whether that meant your life, or your death, you didn't care. You just couldn't stand the idea of waiting any longer. The waiting was torture.

"Please..." you whispered, closing your eyes. "Please just let this end. If you think I'll be better alive, then save me. If you have any sort of heart, just put me out of misery and kill me. Please..."

With nothing changing, your eyelids dragged themselves open again. Well, it was worth a try. You thought, gazing up at the stars feeling the life slip from you. At least I'll die with a view...

Just then, something appeared that blocked your view. No, not something. Someone. Someone with a blue tie and a trench coat. Very attractive too. At least you thought. Who knows... maybe this person was a figment of you dying and deranged imagination. You barely had enough life to keep your eyes open, let alone care that this stranger was coming towards you. It's not like this could get any worse. In fact, it got better. This stranger that honestly could've been real or fake, crouched in front of you to reveal brilliant blue eyes that were clear even in low lighting.

He looked over you with a gentle expression, then back to your face, which was alarmingly pale. He clutched your cheek with a soft hand, and said something that confused you. "Don't worry Y/N. I am the angel Castiel, and I'm going to save you." Then, his hands went underneath your legs and back, holding you bridal style. Your cheek was pressed against his chest and his heartbeat lulled you into unconsciousness.

The sound of conflicted voices tore you from a dreamless sleep, and you open your eyes with a sting. The landscape surrounding you looked like a bedroom, no windows and cozy, with a door opening into a lit hallway. The voices, now identified as two guys, were coming from there. With the previous night flooding back to you, you looked down to your stomach. Seeing no wound.

"Hello?" You called out shakily. You need some form of answers, hopefully from the blue eyed man who saved you. You needed to thank him, properly. Two men came in from the hallway, also extremely attractive. Maybe I'm in heaven...?

"You're awake," the taller one said with a comforting smile. He sat on the edge of your bed, not able to hide some seriously adorable dimples. The shorter one with luminescent green eyes crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't look quite so happy.

"Where am I?" Your voice was dry and quiet. The opposite of intimidating.

"Somewhere safe. We'll explain everything when you have your strength again," the friendlier one added, grabbing a glass of water and handing it to you.

You grabbed the water like it was a lifeline, not realizing how dry your throat really was After downing the whole glass, you asked the question plaguing your mind. "Where's that guy? The guy in a trench coat?"

"You mean Cas?" The shorter one finally spoke up with a gruff voice. "I'd like to know the same thing..." He muttered angrily.

"Cas..." you repeated, loving the way his name felt on your tongue. Remembering his dazzling blue eyes, and strong arms around you, you just wanted to see him again. The other two were talking, but there was only one thing on your mind. Cas.