Hunting Hearts

Chapter 5

I toss and turn in the bed, the sheets down by my ankles. Sleep was evading me all because my mind wouldn't settle down. It kept thinking of him. The way he stood between my legs and made my heart race. The memory of his breath on my face and his lips so close to mine makes me shudder.

I groan and flip over trying desperately to shut my eyes and relax. But it's no use, I'm not going to sleep. I swing my legs over the side and sit up, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. The clock beside it says 3:42 am and I purse my lips. Maybe a sandwich will help.

The lights in the halls are still on, and I blink as my eyes adjust to the change in brightness. My feet barely make a sound on the tiled floors as I creep to the kitchen. I flip with light switch on the wall closest to me and the stainless steel island appears in front of me. I grab a plate and set about grabbing meat and cheese from the refrigerator. 

Sweeping the bread into my arms, I turn back to my plate and jump in surprise. There is a man standing where there wasn't seconds ago. I drop what I'm holding and rip a knife out of the block next to the stove, pointing it out in front of me. The man hasn't moved, except for the tilt of his head and the crease in his brows.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask, gripping the handle of the knife. He doesn't answer, just stares. His black hair looks ruffled and his clear blue eyes seem to stare into my soul. It's unnerving. 

"I said," I repeat, voice low, "who the hell are you?" He blinks at me and then suddenly notices the knife in my hand. 

"My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the lord." His voice is deep and gravelly. 

"Yeah right, and I'm Celine Dion."

"I am a friend of Sam and Dean's." Castiel tells me. 

"I don't believe you." 

"Teagan?" Sam appears at the opening of the kitchen confusion merging his brows together. "Cass?"

"Hello Sam."

"Teagan you can put the knife down." Sam tells me. I do, but it stays at my side. I eye both of them warily. "We haven't heard anything from you in a while, Cass." 

"There's been some unrest in Heaven. I was called away." 

"Sam is this guy serious? Angels? Heaven?" I quirk one brow. 

Sam sighs and runs a hand down his face. "Lets go talk about this in the other room." 

I eye Castiel again and slowly put the knife back in the block, then follow Sam out of the kitchen, sandwich forgotten. 

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"You've met God ?" I almost shout.

"Yes." Castiel says.

I point at him. "I don't want to hear anything from you." I turn towards Sam. "When were you going to tell me this?" 

"We were just waiting until the right time-"

"The right time to tell me you've actually seen and spoken to God?" Now I'm yelling.

"Teagan-"

"Who's yelling?" A voice interrupts from the hall. I turn and my mouth runs dry.

Dean is standing there with his plaid pajama pants slung low in his hips and a robe thrown over his bare chest. All the thoughts and feelings that kept me from sleeping suddenly rush back and I feel my entire face start to heat. My look must reveal some of my thoughts because a corner of his mouth turns up. I see a peek of a tattoo close to his shoulder but he crosses his arms over his chest and my gazing is over. 

"Cass." He nods at the man, or angel apparently, on my left. 

"Dean." He echoes. 

"Were you going to tell me you met God?" I ask Dean.

"Yeah." Dean says, walking over and taking the chair next to Sam. 

"When?" 

"Whenever it came up." He shrugs. "And it looks like it did." I glare at him but he either doesn't notice or care. "So, Cass, haven't seen you in a while."

"You mentioned something about something happening upstairs?" Sam turns to Cass, seemingly grateful for the topic change. 

Castiel has his hands folded in his lap his face void of nearly any emotion, except for the furrowing of his brows. "The cosmic balance is off, something big has come into play. Some of the angels are panicking, and even those in Hell have noticed something wrong." 

Oh now we're adding hell into the equation, I roll my eyes internally. 

"Is Lucifer still locked up?" Sam asks, while I choke.

"Lucifer?" I can feel my eyes go wide. They ignore me, and I scowl. 

"My sources tell me that he is still in the cage." Cage? What the hell?

I sigh and rub my eyes, "Okay, while you guys discuss Heaven, Hell, and whatever else is happening within the cosmos, I'm going to try and get some sleep." I don't look at any of them as I walk back towards my room. My head pounds and I can feel the blood pulse through my body. 

I stop by the bathrooms to grab a glass of water to hopefully release the tension in my body, but I stop when I hear faint voices coming from the side of the room. I turn to look but all I see is a tiled wall, and an air grate. I tiptoe over, not sure if my sound travels the way theirs does, and press my ear to the metal. 

"She's taking this well." A low voice says. Castiel. 

"I think she hides her shock well," Sam replies. 

"We can talk more about this later." Dean says, "Lets all go back to sleep."

The sound of chairs sliding across the floor sneaks through the vent and I step back, grabbing my water and heading towards my room. I slip into bed just as I hear footsteps in the hall, and barely get the sheets over me before my door opens. 

I barely breathe, trying to convince whoever it is that I'm asleep. They walk in and stop a few feet away from the bed and the scent of leather and pine hit my nose. Dean. 

"I'm sorry Teagan," He mutters quietly, and then closes the door as he leaves. 

Sorry? For what?