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Bronwyn knew she should have waited before going through the attic. She was warned by several people not to go through it without a professional curse breaker with her. Bill Weasley had even promised to help her during his time off in a fortnight. However Bronwyn's worst trait was how recklessly impatient she could be. Which was why she was currently struggling down the loft ladder with a precariously balanced box of interesting, dubious findings. It was inevitable when it happened. She felt her back foot slip over the worn treads of her well loved combat boots scraping the ladder slats as she flew backwards almost in slow motion. Her eyes widened in panic as the box full of cursed objects flew out of her hands falling chaotically around her until one fist sized, aquarium coloured gem struck her in the head. She hissed loudly and instinctively grabbed the stone, cursing loudly when it flashed brightly sweeping over her in a shimmer of light.
She hit the ground with a loud painful grunt..
"Ow! Fucking hell." She whined irritability clutching her throbbing head. There was a loud swearing and a loud metallic click that made her wince and groan in pain.
"Who are you and where did you come from?" A loud voice barked. Bronwyn groaned painfully but tried to gain her bearings. She was obviously in a precarious situation.
"Don't move." The same voice barked. Bronwyn ignored it enough to scoot back against the wall just behind her and blink open her eyes at the noise of quiet snick sounds. She glared blearily at the sight of two stern-faced men pointing weapons at her. Bronwyn was certain now that she had the worst luck. With how dizzy and nauseous she was feeling she was pretty sure that she had a concussion.
"Could you keep it down? I'm pretty sure that I've got a concussion from my unexpected landing." She groused. At the two nonplussed expressions. Yeah, she had never been considered the clever friend in her group. If she gets shot because she was a smart ass Hermione would never let her live it down. Neither would Ron either actually, although he'd probably find it hilarious.
"Dude we've got guns pointed at you and you're complaining about the noise?" The shorter man complained loudly waving his gun around. "Who are you?!" He shouted. Bronwyn just groaned at the noise and pressed the heel of her hands against her eye sockets.
"I'm called Bronwyn and I don't fucking know how I got here!" She eventually shouted back. "Something clocked me in the head and I woke up to you neanderthals yelling at me!" Bronwyn snapped glaring at the two men.
"Who the fuck does that anyways?" She continued, glaring at the two startled men. "A young, obviously concussed woman falls into your room and your first response is to threaten her with guns and shout at her." The taller man looked slightly sheepish and tucked away his gun to his brother's obvious disapproval.
"Sammy! What the hell man, she could be a demon and you're putting away your gun?" The man said in disbelief.
"A demon?" Bronwyn gasped in disbelief. "Bloody rude." She groused, pulling herself up on wobbly legs.
"You, stay where you are!" The man snapped before shouting loudly for someone called Cass at the ceiling.
"What the fuck?" Bronwyn muttered bewildered. She looked at the man's brother Sam wondering if they were both unhinged or if it was just his brother. Sam had a constipated expression but she was startled out of her thoughts by a man appearing between them with a flutter of wings. Bronwyn stared at the massive black wings in shocked awe. They framed the man and partially phased through the motel walls.
"Hello Dean." A deep rumbling voice replied. The man looked at the tableau with a perplexed frown.
"Why are you pointing your weapon at this woman?" The man asked, sounding bewildered.
Dean spluttered and stumbled over his explanation of how she had randomly appeared in their motel room. Bronwyn reluctantly pulled her eyes away from the being in front of her to look around the room and scrunched her nose up in disgust. It was something straight out of a 70s movie and looked like it hadn't been cleaned since then either.
"She has the purest soul I've ever seen in a human being, Dean." The man eventually said, looking at Bronwyn in fascination. Bronwyn to her annoyance felt her cheeks redden as the man stalked towards her. Bronwyn looked over the man's shoulder to smirk at the spluttering Dean. Dean glared at her in irritation but thankfully tucked away his gun.
"But you're not just human are you." The being asked rhetorically and Bronwyn startled at just how close the man was to her. She blinked up at him and wondered if he could see her aura.
"Um, no I'm a Wixen." Bronwyn said uncertainty. The man's eyes lit up in understanding.
"What the hell is a Wixen?" Dean snapped. "Sammy what's a Wixen." Sammy sighed loudly.
"I don't know Dean." He replied tiredly.
"A Wixen is a natural born witch, Dean." Castiel replied. Dean yelped and pulled out his gun and fired it at her. Wide eyed Bronwyn automatically twisted away from the projectile, pulling the being down to protectively cover him with her own body.
"That was unnecessary, the bullet wouldn't have harmed me but thank you." The man told her in his bland voice.
Bronwyn looked down and thought that there was a hint of fond amusement in them. She huffed embarrassedly and gently set herself to distancing herself from him in a way that wouldn't touch his lovely wings.
"Did I hurt your wings?" She asked looking them over as she helped Castiel up off the floor. The being stopped and looked at her in shock.
"You can see my wings?" He asked in surprise. Bronwyn looked at him askance.
"Yes, they are quite beautiful." She murmured, gently brushing her hands against the closest wing without conscious thought. The being gasped and she felt the petal soft wing twitch under her fingers. She pulled her hand away from the wing and gave the man an apologetic look.
"Sorry that was impolite." She apologised. Castiel looked at her in open shock.
"Also." She mumbled, sounding angry. She turned to the equally dumbstruck men and waved her hand, summoning both of the men's guns and an ammunition worth of knives from each man. They landed in a small pile in the furthest corner. She glared at the affronted looking men. Giving Dean a particularly scathing look.
"I can't believe you shot at us! You could have hit your friend!" She snapped at the grumbling man. "I've done nothing wrong to you-"
"You're a murdering witch!" Dean snapped back at her. "And the only good witch is a dead witch." Bronwyn flinched despite herself. She took a deep calming breath and brushed off the mild hurt to give Dean a scathing look that made him feel deeply uncomfortable.
"I was born this way. I've never purposely hurt someone unless I had literally no choice." Bronwyn said darkly. "But I learned from a very young age that there is no point arguing with bigoted men like you. My large uncle beat that from me from a very young age." Bronwyn replied vindictively and felt satisfied when Dean flinched from her looking wide-eyed.
The being was looking at Dean with deep disappointment. Dean looked away, his jaw tight and Bronwyn was glad it wasn't directed at her.
"Excuse me, Castiel, could you please walk me out?" Bronwyn asked awkwardly. "I'm lost and don't feel particularly safe right now." She added quietly.
Castiel gave her a long look that had her shuffling awkwardly. He gave her a short nod and stood between the two brothers and carefully led her out of the motel room with his hand on her lower back. She saw the clear fist size diamond and snatched it back up on her way out. It was a clue to how she got her and if that ended up being a dead end, then she could fleece it for some Muggle money if she couldn't get to a Gringotts bank.
She let out a small groan at the bright sun as she was let out of the motel and was suddenly shaded. She looked up to see that the sun was blotted out but a pair of black oil spill fluttering wings. She gave Castiel a bright smile and patted his arm in thanks.
"Won't anyone notice them?" She asked curiously, looking around the empty lot for stragglers. Castiel made a curious sound and glanced down at her in interest.
"No one else can see them, Bronwyn Potter." The being replied and Bronwyn looked up at him in shock.
"How did you know my name?" She asked surprised. "I'm pretty sure I haven't told you that yet. Although I am also pretty sure that I've got a concussion so who knows." She muttered, pressing her fingertips to her still throbbing head. She felt two fingers press against her head and a wash of healing warmth rush through her. She blinked away the feeling and noticed that Castiel's magic had healed her concussion. Even her bruises were gone. She gave him a small shy smile.
"Thank you, I feel much better." She replied. Castiel nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"You're very far from home Bronwyn Potter." Castiel told her seriously. She gave him a worried look.
"What do you mean?" She asked, a bad feeling twisting her stomach in knots. "Like America far, right?" She asked nervously looking around at the distinctively American looking diner and desert like landscape. Castiel however gave her a sympathetic look.
"You have managed to travel from one of the blocked singularity realms," Castiel replied. "A realm banned from outside interference by father early in its creation. Which means I can't take you home, Bronwyn Potter." He told her kindly. Bronwyn blinked away disappointed tears.
"I wasn't aware that that was a possibility." She replied thoughtlessly.
"The more powerful of my kind are capable of many feats. The ability to travel through time and other realms is but one of them." Castiel replied solemnly. Bronwyn nodded silently.
"I've been in harder situations. Even if usually I had my best friends to watch my back. I'll figure this out too." She sighed looking determined.
"What are you anyway?" She added, looking at him curiously. She saw his wings fluff upwards and despite his blank fac
e she got the impression of amused anticipation.
"I'm an angel of the lord." He replied to her visible shock.