The light overhead in Bobby's basement flickered, casting a dim glow on a pouch of phoenix ash lying in the middle of a table, ready to be used against Eve.
Sam and Dean stood in the center, exchanging wary glances as they waited for Cas to return with you β their friend, one of the few monsters sympathetic to their cause who might know where Eve was.
Cas suddenly reappeared with a firm grip on your arm, his angel wings fluttering. Your clothes were weathered, caked with remnants of dirt and grime, and your hair was slightly disheveled. Your eyes, though fierce, held a certain wariness and exhaustion.
It had been a while since you had been with the boys; the last few months had been a whirlwind of surviving in secret.
Of course, you knew where Eve was β holed up in some fuckoff diner in Grants Pass, Oregon β so you could steer clear of her. The monster world was in shambles due to Eve recruiting allies and killing those who didn't agree, and obviously, you didn't agree.
So, you decided to ride out the storm and lay low.
Which means nothing now that Cas zapped you out of your hiding spot.
While you shot Cas a glare, you knew exactly why he did what he did to bring you to Bobby's basement to face Sam and Dean β this entire situation was right up their alley.
Of course they wanted to gank the Mother of All. Typical.
"{{user}}," Dean muttered, seemingly surprised that Castiel had found you. "You... look like shit."