Never a Choice

I never thought my life would end up being a fairy tale, well hey it definitely has a plot twist or two.
And in the end I finally got my Prince Charming.


46. Things Get Interesting

(Cas POV)

Dammit why the hell didn't I kiss her? What is wrong with me. Sighing, I fell back onto the bed, worried about the mixed signals I've been giving her for the past several days. She just makes me feel so.. 

I stared up at the ceiling for what seem like hours... where is she? Dread in my heart as I walked out of her room, along the hallways to where she would of gone to the kitchens of the enterprise. As I rounded the corner, I spotted golden brown hair on the floor by an alcove down a top corridor. Oh god. I ran to her, my heart just stopping as nasty scenarios ran through my head. I don't want to lose her. 

I rounded the corner and slowly sank to my knees. Carefully brushing her hair off of her face, I tried to figure what happened. I gently lifted her head onto my lap, that's when I noticed the pool of blood. Trying to stop the pain rising, I pull her closer.

'Please wake up.. please!' I try not to cry as I stroke her cheek. I kept doing this, hoping a guard will come round she I can get her help. I know I've only known her for a few days but making that cloak made me appreciate her intelligence and abilities, the way she smiles or even down to her generosity and the way she's dealing with this new world. 

I leant my forehead against hers, my tears dropping onto her waxy skin as I hugged her close praying for some sort of miracle to happen. My breath quivered as my heart broke, goddammit I hate this so much. 

As I tried not to cry, I yelled at the top of my lungs for help, desperate. 

Just as I yelled for the 10th time, I felt her move slightly in my arms. I look down through my tears, watching her slowly open eyes, her hand going to her head as she sat up little.

'Cas?' hearing her speak my nickname just did it for me. Time slowed as I pulled her towards me, brushing her hair back as I kissed her with all the passion and sadness I felt; melting into her with relief that she's alive. It felt like the smelting fires I use in the workshop. 

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