"Are you sure you did the right thing, Bobby?" I asked while sitting down on the cold hard ground, simply not having a clue what to do.
Bobby looked at me offended while Dean began to smirk, much to my own annoyance.
"Okay, sorry. You can't be that sensitive", I replied to his glare and held up my hands in defense.
From out of nowhere, the wind began to roar outside, more than it should be. And since we had just used a summoning spell to get to know this Castiel, I was quite sure that it really was him. Along with the fact that the ceiling basically blew off as we rose.
"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind", Dean stated.
"You really think so, brother?" I wondered when all the lamps exploded.
The door opened and revealed a handsome man in his early thirties, dressed in a white shirt, blue loose tie, suit and a beige trench coat.
I picked up Ruby's knife and held it in waist level while Castiel creature walked over all the traps like they just were mere drawings.
He seemed unbothered by the sparks from the lamps and didn't even react when Dean and Bobby shot him, a number of times.
When Castiel came closer, I squeezed the knife harder in my hand as I readied myself to stab the thing.
"Who are you?" I demanded sternly.
"I'm the one who gripped you and your brother tight and raised you from perdition", he said with a deep gravelly voice.
"Thanks", I said sarcastically before I drove the knife into his chest.
But the strange thing was that he didn't begin to glow which he should've if he had been a demon, he didn't even show pain. Castiel just stared at me before he pulled it out and dropped it on the floor.
Even when Bobby tried to attack, the man just touched his forehead and made him sleep. Or was he dead? He couldn't be dead, I would beat up that asshole's ass then.
"We need to talk, Dean and Abigail", he told us.
"Alone", he added when I glared at him after glancing at Bobby.
I kneeled and tried to find some pulse in Bobby. When I almost panicked when I didn't find it at first, Castiel began to speak.
"Your friend's alive", he reassured while watching my moves, like I was an interesting animal he hadn't seen before.
"And who the hell are you?" I questioned.
"Castiel."
"I figured out that much, thank you very much", I snapped.
"What are you?" Dean demanded and had his eyes locked on Castiel, as if he would attack us any time.
"I'm an angel of the Lord", Castiel replied.
I raised my eyebrow and rose.
"Impossible", I said with widened eyes and touched my necklace.
It was a pair of silver wings wrapped around themselves as a heart. A gift from Dean and (kind of) Sam when I had been a baby. Worn it ever since.
"There's no such things", Dean stated and narrowed his eyes.
Castiel watched us with a slightly amused expression, as if he found us foolish.
"This is your problem, you have no faith", he said calmly before the lighting struck and revealed Castiel's shadow.
But the thing with his shadow was that he had wings. Humans didn't have wings,
neither did demons. And I had never seen a monster this powerful with wings, if I ever had seen a monster with wings.
"Beautiful", I whispered for myself, because they were beautiful, even if it only was the mere shadow of them.
"Such an angel you are", Dean growled when the lighting was gone.
"You burned out that poor woman's eyes."
Castiel looked down with a slight hint of shame.
"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be…overwhelming to humans. So can my real voice, but you already knew that", he said before I remembered when that loud noise had dug into my ears like needles at the station.
But sometimes, it had sounded like whispering. A whispering of a language I recognized but couldn't understand, like Swedish. Seriously, you could really hear if it was Swedish. Their accent when they spoke English… Kind of funny.
"The gas station and the motel? That was you?" I wondered.
He nodded.
"Buddy, next time, lowering the volume", Dean said while I let out a badly covered laugh that was supposed to sound like a cough.
"It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you two would be two of them. I was wrong", he said.
"And what visage are you now? The holy tax accountant?" I questioned.
"This? This is a vessel", Castiel said and touched his coat.
A really good-looking vessel, I thought and pushed away the thought quickly.
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean accused.
"He's a devout man. He actually asked for this", Castiel said with no emotion staining his voice.
"But why would an angel drag us out of Hell?" I wondered.
Castiel came closer and didn't seem to understand the word 'personal space'.
"Good things happen, Abigail", he said and looked down at me.
"Not what I know about", I stated.
Castiel tilted his head slightly and looked at me like he was trying to study me. Or pitying me.
"What's the matter? You don't believe that you deserve to be saved", he said with a small trace of softness in his voice.
"Why? Why did you do it?" I asked with a slightly trembling voice.
Those eyes.. They were so freaking blue! Why did he have to choose a man with those beautiful blue eyes?
"Because God commanded it", he said after a while.
"Because we have work for you."