*A Davey one shot for Hannah involving Supernatural’s Castiel*
“Are we there yet?”
Rolling his eyes, Dave glanced across the car to see Hannah concentrating on something outside of the window.
“Nope. Still driving,” he chuckled watching her nibble on her nail.
“Oh my goodness!” She groaned removing her feet from the dash. “We’ve been driving for hours!”
“Says the girl who hates to fly.”
Tossing a skittle at him she giggled a “shut up” before running her fingers through her hair.
“I’m just saying, we’d be there by now if we had caught that plane.”
He’d been teasing her about being afraid of flying the entire trip. They were driving to his mom’s house for a family reunion and a proper introduction to his relatives. After a bad flight experience as a child Hannah vowed never to fly unless necessary, and to her necessary meant flying over an ocean to go to another country.
“You know what I think,” she giggled.
Hearing the click of her seatbelt he concentrated on the road, his body anticipating her touch until she leant in and lightly kissed his skin.
“I think…” He kept his eyes on the road, feeling her hair fall against his skin letting the scent of her shampoo fill his nose. “…we should pull over.”
Nodding she playfully ran her tongue against his ear causing his grip to tighten around the steering wheel.
“Babe, we’re not set to check in till nine,” he managed as her hand slipped its way down the front of his jeans.
“We have a schedule we gotta stick to.” He gave her a smile quickly glancing at her.
“So you’re telling me you don’t want to?” She challenged.
Glancing in her direction he watched her bite her lip, the expression on her face one he had fallen for every time he saw it.
“Three more hours.” He replied.
Which meant that he had to fight the urge to get her in bed for three more long ass hours. As soon as she got off work they hit the road, him picking her up and heading straight for the interstate. He hated being late so he figured it was best that they get in town a day early just to be safe.
Lightly pressing a kiss against his lips she giggled as he caught the back of her neck as she made a move to pull away.
Through the flimsy fabric of his briefs she could already feel him hot and ready for her which is why her request to pull over suddenly made so much more sense to him as she whispered it against his lips.
Letting out a groan he grinned as she pulled away, his eyes remaining on her as she shot him a proud smile as she sat back down.
Tearing his eyes away from her face as a horn filled the air, Dave took in the truck heading straight for their direction.
Yanking on the steering wheel, he threw an arm infront of Hannah’s body shoving her back as the wind pulled the scream from her chest.
Letting her go he managed to get both hands on the wheel keeping the car from tipping.
He tried his best to keep control of the car but felt it jerk too strongly to the right before swerving off the road.
When the car finally managed to pull to a stop Dave rested his head against the steering wheel, forcing himself to take a deep breath.
“Babe, you alright?”
Glancing across the car once he didn’t get a response, his heart leaping as she pressed her hand against her head.
“Han-” unbuckling his seatbelt he reached towards her but she brushed his hand away.
“I’m fine,” she winced but the blood on her hand told him otherwise.
He knew she hadn’t seen it at first but she quickly followed his gaze before her eyes grew wide.
The moment he got out the car she felt panic wash over her as she fumbled with her the handle.
“Let me see.” He smiled pulling the door open knowing he needed to keep her calm.
The moment he opened the door she got out, the need to be close to him so much greater.
“I’m fine,” she weakly smiled but she only made it a couple of steps before he caught her from hitting the ground.
“I never liked hospitals. Too many good people suffer here.”
Lifting his face from his hands, Dave took in the man sitting next him.
He wasn’t looking at him, he was focusing on the patients seated in the waiting room making him wonder if he was talking to Dave or himself.
His dark hair was ruffled, the tie around his neck was loosened, the trench coat he wore looking out of place especially with the time of year.
“Me either.” Reaching over Dave offered his hand. “Dave.”
For a moment the guy didn’t say anything, he just stared at Dave’s outstretched hand before taking it in his own.
“I am Castiel,” he replied as Dave shook it.
“So what are you here for?” Dave asked after a moment of silence.
Nodding, even though he didn’t understand, Dave pointed down the hall. “My uh, girlfriend’s somewhere down the hall.”
He didn’t know where they’d taken Hannah, all he knew was that they had whisked her away from him the moment he managed to carry her through the doors.
He tried his best to ignore the blood that had seeped on his shirt as he carried her but it was hard to do; all it did was make him think she was worse off than he had originally thought.
“We were in a car accident,” he explained as he rubbed his sweating hands against his jeans. “She hit her head pretty bad…”
“Do you believe in heaven?”
Thrown off by his question Dave nodded before shrugging, “I guess….yeah.”
“But you believe in hell?”
“It’s kinda hard not to.”
“I can understand why you see that,” he replied glancing around the room. “But if you believe in hell shouldn’t you believe in heaven too?”
“Me personally, I don’t think we have much time to think about heaven and hell people create enough evil as there is. But if you’re getting at the whole fate thing, that’s something my girlfriend believes in.”
“Hannah’s a smart girl.”
Nodding he didn’t say anything else, not quite sure what to say.
Castiel sat there, racking his brain for the best way to speak what he’d come to relay. He normally didn’t stop to think but with Sam and Dean’s comments on his lack of people’s skills he was attempting to make a change.
“I’m an angel, David.” He simply stated.
“Yeah right,” Dave laughed.
But once he took in Castiel’s serious expression he stopped.
Giving him a nod. “Yes.”
“I’m here because of your girlfriend,” he explained only adding to Dave’s confusion. “She’s going to die.”
The words hit him hard causing Dave to backtrack as he replayed them in his mind.
“Not today she isn’t,” he said reassuringly, more to himself than to Castiel.
“Look man, I don’t know what your problem is but you can’t go around saying shit like that to people-“
“Wait.” Castiel grabbed his arm preventing him from getting up. “What I’m telling you is important.”
He didn’t know why he remained where he was but part of him knew it was because of the look in Castiel’s eyes as he shot him a pleading look.
“That guy, the one who was talking to her before you that night you met her.” Castiel continued slowly, knowing that humans often had trouble with their memory.
Stopping to think Dave let his mind drift back to the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her.
(Beginning of flashback)
“Okay,” Sarah giggled as she finished her drink. “Let’s dance.”
“Uh…I don’t know. I’m not really in the mood.”
They all knew she’d say that. It had been four months since her last break up and they could barely get Hannah to even look in the direction of a guy. They figured if they got a couple of drinks in her she’d loosen up a bit, but she wouldn’t take any alcohol they pushed her way; she knew her friends well enough to know what they were up to.
“Seriously Han, you can’t just sit here sulking! Just one dance?”
Glancing up from her almost empty glass, Hannah watched as her friends impatiently waited at the end of the bar.
“No,” she waved. “I’m fine. I’m gonna watch the drinks, make sure no pervs try and slip you anything.”
They didn’t even stick around to badger her anymore. They disappeared into the crowd allowing her to let out a sigh of relief.
The moment she turned her stool back around a cold feeling seeped across her leg as a guy stumbled his way towards the bar.
“Hey” he grinned taking the empty stool next to her.
Taking in his sloppy smile and the strong scent of alcohol that filled her nose as he leaned into her, she forced a smile trying her best to put a distance between them. “Hi…”
“Why’s a pretty girl like you here by yourself?”
Watching her try her best to clean off her leg he paused as an uncomfortable feeling bubbled in his stomach.
“I’ll be back,” he hiccupped before getting up and rushing off towards the bathroom.
Letting out a deep breath Hannah tossed the damp napkin aside. This is exactly why she never went out.
She had no idea why her friends were so pressed about getting her a new boyfriend when she didn’t want one herself. She was so through with guys, the genius who just spilled his drink on her reminded her why.
Running her fingers through her hair she glanced across the crowded club, her eyes stopping on a wide pair of dark brown eyes.
They were playful, that’s what kept her from looking away.
Along with playful they were challenging, and intuitive making her eager to find out what exactly the owner of those beautiful eyes looked like.
The moment that he caught her attention, Dave held Hannah’s gaze eventually forcing her to look away. She was beautiful and had kept his attention all night.
When she finally got the courage to, she glanced back over her shoulder pausing once she realized that he was no longer in his seat.
He was heading in the direction of the bar.
He took the seat next to her, taking his time to sit the bottle down as he pulled the empty stool from under the bar and closer to hers.
Glancing at him from the corner of her eye she took the time to study his set up. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit he was dressed pretty decent, compared to the rest of the guys in the room. He stopped beside her, taking the time to roll up the sleeves of his button down knowing that she was watching him.
The moment he sat down, Hannah felt an instant change in the air.
She’d read stories where people spoke of a physical attraction so strong they were willing to mount a person anywhere, no matter the circumstances or environment.
She had dated a couple of guys but had never felt the feelings that pushed their way through her at that moment without even hearing his voice, or feeling his skin touch hers.
An electricity spread its way across her skin, starting from her fingertips spreading all the way down to and out of her toes. She could feel him glancing in her direction waiting for him to speak but he never did, he just sat there finishing his drink. Sitting his bottle down, he turned his body in her direction letting his gaze rest on her.
Taking in her dark waves and the way she ran her fingers through it he found himself thanking the heavens that there was no ring on her ring finger.
But even if there was he didn’t think he would’ve backed off.
”Okay,” she sighed after a full two minutes of this going on, turning her stool to face him. Their legs bumped against each others only intensifying the tension. “What are you looking at?”
“My future wife.”
His response hit her hard, the shock catching any witty response she had planned on spitting out as she took in his serious expression.
She waited a couple of seconds, just to see if a smirk would leak out or if he’d steal a glance in the direction of the table of guys he’d just left behind but he didn’t. He just sat there, his expression remaining the same.
With that stupid adorable smile that reached his heart stopping eyes, which he just wouldn’t drop as if he knew what it was doing to her.
“Excuse me” she laughed. “Is this some kinda bet you set up with your little fraternity brothers over there?”
“No,” He smiled keeping his gaze on her. “I’m not in a fraternity by the way. I’m offended by the very idea that you think I would be.”
“And you expect me to believe that? Nobody says things like that unless they’re-”
“Being truthful,” he smiled. “Which I am, because I was sitting over there with my colleagues-“
“And what exactly is it that you do?” She shot him a suspicious look.
Realizing this wasn’t going to be easy he grinned, “I’m a lawyer.”
“Then you should be smart enough to know that a line like that isn’t going to work on a girl like me.”
Meeting her gaze for a second he grinned before picking up where he left off.
“I saw you come in earlier tonight and haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since.”
She blushed, her temperature skyrocketing once she realized his smile had unconsciously pulled a smile out of her.
Clearing her throat she brushed her hair out of her face before glancing back in his direction.
“So, why don’t you let me buy you a drink since you’re out so that I can convince you that I’m not trying to play any tricks on you.”
Biting her lip she sat down her empty glass before resting her chin in her hand.
“Fine, but only because I need another drink.”
(End of flashback)
“Yeah, what about him?”
“He was supposed to marry her.”
Dave backtracked, replaying the words in his mind. “What?”
“He was supposed to marry her.” Castiel repeated.
“No, I got that.” Rubbing his temple he sighed. “What do you mean he was supposed to?”
“It was apart of God’s plan for him.”
“God’s plan? You can’t just come here and expect me to believe what you’re saying.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Let me show you.”
The moment he reached for him Dave instinctively took a step back.
“It’s the only way.” Castiel explained.
Nodding he let him place his hand on his shoulder before blinking to find them standing in the middle of a highway.
He looked around, shielding his eyes from the sun trying to make out what was supposed to happen.
It wasn’t until he got a good look that he recognized where they were. He’d ridden on this road a hundred times growing up and had taken Hannah there for the first time this weekend.
“Why are we here?”
He glanced in Castiel’s direction, he found his gaze focused on something down the road.
Following it he watched as Hannah’s range rover sped down the road.
He knew what was going on, he could feel her pressing herself against him, the not so innocent playfulness that he’d fell weakness to every time.
Keeping his eyes on the car he felt the wind from the truck push against him as it sped in its direction.
He hadn’t noticed it at the time but they had drifted into the wrong lane, their attention focused on what seemed like more important things.
He watched the car swerve as he yanked on the steering wheel, feeling his head spin as he watched it struggle to stay on the road.
It tilted, flipping over twice and skidding down the road before coming to a stop.
“You altered the path she was supposed to set on,” he explained. “You weren’t supposed to walk her home that night. She was supposed to make sure that that man made it home safe instead-
“What am I supposed to do to fix it then? You telling me this like I can fix it so tell me-“
“I can’t tell you what decisions to make.”
Instead of responding he pressed his fingers against Dave’s temple sending the feeling of the wind leaving his body.
When he opened his eyes he was confused as he took in the crowded room around him.
“Check her out man.”
Looking up, Dave followed the gaze of the guy across from him until it landed on a dark haired girl who had just entered the bar with a group of friends.
He could already tell that she didn’t want to be there, due to her facial expression, but that didn’t prevent him from noticing all of the beautiful features she possessed.
The softness of her skin, the innocence that radiated off of her.
He could feel her eyes on him as he rested against the bar, just a couple of stools away.
The moment he stopped beside her he could feel his body react to hers. The urge he had to turn and be close to her only increased as he fumbled with his wallet before pulling out two twenties.
“This should cover the ladies drinks for the night,” he replied nodding in the direction where Hannah and her friends’ drinks sat.
After refusing the change he finished the last of his drink before making his way through the crowd towards the door.
He didn’t bother to look back, knowing that if he did he wouldn’t be able to make the right decision and that nine months later she wouldn’t be in the car with him when it would lose its way on the road.