Time Can't Heal All Wounds
Not What You Think
She finished packing her bag as Castiel entered her room. "You won't be able to take that with you." She paused but didn't turn to him. She had never hated Castiel, over time he had become her best friend. His odd way of looking at things, so black and white most of the time, while at the same time being able to compromise. He had pulled her ass out of the fire more times then she cared to admit. Right now she wanted nothing more then to hurt him, hurt him the way she was being ripped apart inside.
"So basically," she said with ice in her voice, "I get there with nothing but the cloths on my back." She finally rounded on him. "Or can't I take those with me as well."
Castiel said nothing. His eyes were down cast, and for the first time he was fidgeting. She didn't think angels fidgeted. For a brief second she felt bad for him. Then she remembered what he was about to do to her and all the pity vanished.
He shook his head, "I am sorry."
"Don't worry honey," her dad said stepping behind Cas. She brushed passed Castiel and wrapped her arms around her father. His hug wasn't as strong as she knew it could be. He was weaker and his massive frame felt so frail under her arms. "You'll do good."
"I'll never see you again Dad, even if this works."
She felt him chuckle and she was little irked with him. He was dying on her and he was laughing at her, "You know what I mean Dad. It won't be you, you. You'll be different."
"I know, but you can tell me what your mother never did." She stiffened the way she always did when he would talk about Mom. "Who knows, we might get more time."
"But what do I tell you two until then? I can't tell them…I mean you, the truth."
He shrugged, "You're like your uncle…"
"I Am Nothing Like Him!" she quickly interrupted, looking up at him.
He smiled down at her, "I meant you can think on your feet." He hugged her tighter, which wasn't much. "It'll work out."
Cas cleared his throat, "If we are going to do this it needs to be soon. They're trying to break in. I can feel it."
Her dad nodded, then gripped her shoulder and held her from him, "Remember, he hasn't done any of this yet. There is still time to save him."
Tears were filling her eyes. Stupid girly thing, she thought to herself. "And what if I can't save him Dad."
His forehead crinkled and he frowned, "Then like your grandpa once told him, if you can't save him, you'll have to kill him."