Unfortunate First Meeting

With the rain gone, the sky was painted grey, the world beneath it slightly darkened by the clouds hanging overhead. With her hands shoved deep into her hoodie pockets, (y/n) trails after the group of men before her, her smaller body hidden behind their massive forms. Turning into a wide alleyway, shoes splashing through puddles, (y/n) finds herself sniffing the air instinctively. Her (e/c) eyes widen suddenly upon smelling something familiar.

"Where is she?" Dean's gruff voice cuts through the air, anxiety evident in his tone when he turns to Bobby for answers

"She said to meet her here-" Bobby pulls out his phone and quickly dials a number into the device ,"-I'll try her again"

Figuring now would be the best time to tell them, she reaches out and tugs onto Dean's thick jacket sleeve, eyes searching the area around her to try and pinpoint where the smell was coming from. Dean glances over his shoulder at her, eyebrows furrowing upon seeing her nervous form grabbing at his coat.

"What is it, (y/n)?"

"I smell blood"

"What?" Sam turns to face the girl, both brothers now staring at her through widened eyes. She avoids their gaze, still trying to figure out exactly where it was coming from

"Blood and a lot of it" She explains, finally meeting their concerned faces ,"the scent of it is strong. It's coming from nearby"

As if on cue, the soft ring of a telephone echoes throughout the alleyway, all of their heads snapping towards the direction it came. Bobby, still holding the phone up to his ear, gives the group a mournful look. Without speaking, (y/n) sprints in front of the men, following the scent and the sound to its source. They snap out of it and follow after. Beat up sneakers soaking up the grime filled puddles of water as she runs through them, she finally finds what she was tracking. Peering from the side of a navy blue dumpster, her (e/c) eyes land on a body, slumped over against a wooden palette. The men arrive a few seconds after. Bobby is quick to kneel down by the woman's side, rough hand gently grasping at her shoulder

"Elle?" Calling out the nickname, the woman's eyes flutter open.

"Hey..." she forces a smile, chest rising and falling shakily with every labored breath she takes in ,"I guess I could have used your help after all..."

"What happened?" Sam asks the woman, light eyes scanning her coat covered form for any signs of injuries.

"They took me" she is quick to turn to Bobby, chuckling lightly ,"I got away"

"She's hurt" (y/n) finally speaks up, the group staring up at her in confusion. Motioning sadly with her hand, she points out the way the woman covers her abdomen with her thick jacket. Bobby, understanding, reaches down to gently pull away the fabric. Beneath the tan coat bloomed a deep rose colored smear of blood, her white shirt stained red and clinging to the wound as it continued to seep up the strong smelling substance.

"Oh, Ellie..." Bobby says her name affectionately, sadness lacing his words as he examines the blood stain ,"What did they do to you?"

"Everything" She chuckles bitterly in response, eyeing each person as she explains ,"The demon I could have handled, you know? But when the angel stepped in..."

"Angel?" Dean echoes, his voice trying to conceal the anger hidden behind the question. (y/n), upon hearing the word, finds herself furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. She had heard about said angelic beings, but she never knew that they would do something as gruesome as this.

"I told them, Bobby-" Ellie baby blue eyes avoid the older man's gaze, guilt evident on her face as she continues ,"-they have enough to crack purgatory wide open...I'm sorry"

"Tell me" Bobby demands softly, hand bringing itself up to the back of her neck to support her unsteady head ,"I need to know what you told them"

"They need blood-" she begins, her voice growing softer as her eyelids slowly droop down over her eyes ,"-the blood of a virgin and the blood of a purgatory native...They've plenty of that now"

"Have they opened it yet?" Dean asks her, voice anxious as he awaits her answer. She shakes her head, letting out a pained sigh

"Tomorrow, the moon and the eclipse...I'm sorry, Bobby"

"It's okay, Elle, it's alright" Bobby is quick to comfort the woman dying in his arms, eyes frantically searching hers as the light begins to fade. Sam, Dean, and (y/n) all stare down at the pair as a haunting silence falls upon them. Ellie was gone. (y/n) leans down beside the older man and places gentle fingers over her eyelids, softly sliding the skin down to cover her lifeless blue eyes. Suddenly, a light breeze passes it's way through the group. (y/n) feels the hairs on her skin stand up upon feeling an unfamiliar presence

"I'm sorry-" A deep voice calls out from behind the group, heads twisting to stare at the man standing before them ,"-This had to happen. Crowley got carried away"

Observing the man through widened (e/c) eyes, (y/n) notices the strange sincerity in his words. His face was rugged looking, eyebrows seemingly permanently fixed in a furrowed position, but his glowing blue eyes held a guilt she didn't think she'd find upon searching them. Suddenly, motion from beside her pulls her out of her thoughts. Reaching out a hand to grab a firm hold onto Bobby, she's able to stop him just before he tries to lunge at the black haired man. Sam and Dean help to hold him back

"Yeah, I bet it was all Crowley, you son of a bitch!" He spits the words as if they were venom, hands shaking from the anger boiling inside of him. The man avoids his hatred filled gaze. Dean, noticing this, steps forward to confront him

"You don't even see it, do you?" His voice increases in volume, no longer able to hide his own anger as he continues ,"How completely off the rails you are-"

"Enough!" The man interrupts him, jaw tightening as he stares at each individual ,"I don't care what you think. I've tried to make you understand, but you refuse to listen. So let me make this simple. Go home, please, and let me stop Raphael...I won't ask again"

Raphael, the archangel. That was a name (y/n) was familiar with, one she's heard plenty of times from having to attend church in the 1860's. Letting her eyes study the man before them, she finally understands what's going on. This must have been Castiel, the angel she's been hearing whispers about when she was in hiding. The angel who rebelled and helped stop the apocalypse. Furrowing her eyebrows, she wonders what happened to make him do something as horrible as this. Dean's gruff voice interrupts her thoughts

"Well, good, 'cause I think you already know the answer" He replies bitterly, green eyes never taking themselves off of Castiel

"I wish it hadn't come to this..." He sighs almost to himself ,"When this is all over, I will save Sam. But, only if you stand down."

His words seem to take everybody by surprise. Dean narrows his eyes at the angel, lips pulling back into a slight snarl upon hearing the insinuation that something is putting his brother in danger.

"Save Sam from what-"

"Sam!" Sensing the sudden powerful aura surrounding the angel, (y/n) turns to the taller man just in time to see Castiel appear behind him. She's too late. Striding forward, the angel places two gentle fingers upon Sam's temple. In a desperate attempt to stop the man from doing whatever the hell it was he was doing, (y/n) whips a white hot flame towards Castiel. Dodging the line of fire with impossible speed, he narrows his eyes at her before disappearing again. Her nostrils flare in frustration upon not being able to feel his energy anymore. He was gone

"Dammit!" Dean's voice cuts through the air. Turning, (y/n) watches as Sam's massive body begins making its descent towards the concrete ground. Just before any damage can be done, Dean slides in to catch his brother, arms grabbing at his sides and holding onto him for dear life.

"What did he do?" Bobby asks Dean, anger evident in his gravelly voice. Dean motions over to the girl standing next to the older gentlemen, silently asking for her help. Rushing forward, (y/n) throws one of Sam's limp arms over her own shoulder and gently transitions the weight on Dean over to her. She carries the man easily.

"I don't know, Bobby" (y/n) notes the frantic way he speaks, obviously panicked to see his brother like this ,"Let's just get him out of here, okay? We'll figure something out"

"Are you okay lugging him back to the car?" Bobby turns to ask the small looking girl still holding up Sam. She nods

"I'll be fine" She replies honestly, motioning over to Ellie's body still slumped up against the wooden palettes ,"You should take care of her"

Nodding in agreement, Dean reluctantly tosses the girl his keys, hesitation clear in his eyes. (y/n) offers an understanding smile

"Don't worry, Dean, I'll look after him. I promise"

"I trust you, (y/n)"