Supernatural Angel!Reader Insert 4

    Different. That's what you felt when you woke up. Like your body was torn apart, piece by piece, then sewn back together. You knew exactly what that meant:

You had your grace back.

    The room you had woke up in was fairly light, but it still had a gloomy feeling to it. It smelled of iron, salt, and mostly, alcohol. You felt another presence next to you, which you quickly identified as Castiel.
   
    When you tried to move your arms, you were displeased to find they were handcuffed to the incredibly small bed along with your feet. Castiel stood abruptly when he noticed you were conscious.
     
    You turned your head to look up to him, the cuffs not allowing very much space. "Wow. . . kinky." You smirked when you saw the look of confusion then understanding on his  face. "So what'd I miss?" You asked, sitting upright on the bed. One of the advantages of being an angel is that handcuffs, prison cells, and other things like that don't quite work on you.

    Castiel wasn't surprised, rather relieved, to see you were back to normal. Well, normal for you anyways. "Nothing of import," he replied, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Come on Cassy, I can tell when you're lying."

    "That is not my name," he responded, seeming more than a little annoyed at the nickname you had given him.
You crossed your legs, cursing at your non-angel self for picking out the shortest, tightest shorts ever.

    "Okay, fine then. Castiel, what happened?" You asked, realizing that your last hopes of this being a lighthearted conversation were gone. Castiel was turned away, his back to you. "You understand why I had to erase your memories, right? I didn't know what Raphael did to you. You could've been dangerous or hurt beyond my understanding."

    "Raphael hurt me like he could've worked for Hell." You sighed. It was very painful but you would never regret it. Castiel looked pained to hear that. "But I'm okay now." You stood, trying to use the bed to support you. Getting your grace back took a toll on you and the vessel. Cas let you grip his shoulder and use him as support. "And I'm not mad or dangerous and bent on revenge. I could care less what the bastard is doing. Now help me out of this basement."

    Castiel did as you said and put your arm around his shoulder. The stairs were a bit hard to get up and after two minutes of trying to get up the first five stairs, Cas decided he didn't have time to help you walk. Instead, he picked your legs up and carried you up the stairs.

    He set you down gently, making sure to catch you every time your legs gave out. The Winchesters watched the scene  seriously, waiting for you to notice them. Finally Dean gave a cough to get Castiel's attention.

"Dean, I-"

"Save it Cas," Dean interrupted, "How can you think that we'll trust her?"

    You were still leaning on the angel in the trenchcoat for support and you could feel when he tensed up. You wanted to add something since the whole thing was about you, but Castiel spoke first. "Dean, I trust her with my life. I fought by her side in Heaven for a long time. She has earned my respect and trust."

    "Fine. I'm not saying I trust her, but we need the extra help." The older brother said and turned into the other room, leaving the two angels and Sam. Sam wanted to say something or apologize for his brother, but you didn't look like Dean bothered you much.

    "What's Dean got up his ass?" You asked out of the blue. Sam laughed, yet he tried to keep a straight face. Even Castiel understood and smiled slightly, but he had more control than Sam.