Friday's Improv

Shirley is a happy puppy, because today's time for improv again. I know I said I was going to give this one to the first one to reply, but I got two answers in mere seconds and decided to use both of them.
The first one came from the wonderful Thumpa_ and man, is it a good one. She gave me the word 'Featherbutt.' And the second one came from mycoffeemuse. Her sentence was 'A thunderstorm at sunset.'

So here we go. *cracks fingers and starts typing*

It was getting late, Bella noted as she stared out of the motel room. Outside the wind howled and thunder made her flinch in discomfort. She had never gotten used to the dire weather conditions in this part of the world. She still feared the thunder and lightning as if she were a little girl, who hid underneath her blankets and cried out for her daddy. A daddy who never came, because he lived thousands of miles away.
At least, she did have her daddy now.

Bella grumbled to herself, displeased as her childish fears kept her rooted on the spot. She should be out there, looking for her friends. She should be doing something. She didn't. She just stared outside.
A thunderstorm at sunset, she thought wryly, how fitting.

"Castiel?" she called out in the empty room. Her gaze flickered from the window to the ceiling as she repeated his name over and over again. She called his name until her voice was hoarse.  She needed to know what had happened to her childhood friends. Had he found the brothers? Were they safe? Was her father okay?

Too many questions ran through her mind. But as another roll of thunder startled her out of her dazed state of mind, she heard the unmistakable sound of feathers ruffling. She turned around quickly and came eye to eye with her beloved. "Finally! I came this close to hunting down your feathery ass!"

Castiel wasn't fazed as he neared her cautiously; his posture determined but rigid as ever. His face didn't reveal anything as he stared down into her brown eyes and awkwardly lifted a hand to brush the hair out of her face.
"You shouldn't worry so. Dean and Sam will resurface. I'm certain of it," Castiel's words, though reassuring, did nothing to easer her tension. Castiel's tone too cold and too distant to be considered gentle.
"And what ab-" Bella started, hoping that at least he could tell her something about her father, but with another flurry of wings Castiel had departed.
"Goddammit! Why do you always do that? You-You FEATHERBUTT!" Bella yelled at the spot where Castiel had stood, and she might have even stomped her foot a little.

Well, that was it! These were two fandoms combined, but I still hope you liked it. See you next week!

Mistress Shirley, signing off!