Chapter one. The little lost angel.
Castiel tilted his head slightly to the left, caught in a state of confusion that he found himself in so frequently in his short time amongst humankind. Well short being a relative term based on the fact the life span of an angel is grotesquely longer than that of any mans. Cas was watching television again. It offered great insight to the human persuasion. Most of the time the Winchester boys thought him to be Luddite, completely incompetent when using technology. He could not very well blame them since the cellular phone Sam had given Castiel long ago still perturbed him to this day. However, Castiel felt comfortable enough when using the television as it required no actual communication. He would not admit it to Dean or Sam, but it hurt his pride somewhat that he was not socially affable. He could not, as Dean said, 'blend'; hence his studies into the human psyche through the small box, or as he thought it to truly be, Opiate of the Masses.
His piercing blue eyes stared questioningly at the screen. A woman with a mellifluous voice and a heaving bosom leaned forward whispering into the ear of a one 'Dr. Sexy' as he was called. Castiel suspected her intentions were of the unsavory varitiety. He shook his head discouraged, and flicked his hand impatiently in the air, changing the channel in a very inhuman way. He needed to find a way to communicate with people and seeing as his vessel was a male, the actresses current means were not likely helpful to his predicament.
Casitel did not bother to stand from his seat on the edge of the hotel bed as he heard Dean and Sam Winchester approach the door. "Look all I am saying man is cake and pie are two totally different things." Dean stated and he entered the threshold looking over his shoulder at his brother behind him. "Dude how many times do I gotta say I'm sorry. It was an honest mistake." Sam replied earnestly."Yeah, yeah." Dean dryly mumbled as he chucked his car keys on the table. "SON OF A BITCH!" He stumbled backward, one hand on his chest. "Dammit Cas! Warn a guy next time." Castiel did not bother looking away from the TV. "I apologize, I should have announced my presence. Hello Sam, Dean." "What are you doing here Cas?" Sam asked finally making his way into the room and pulling the door closed behind him. "I was just borrowing the use of your cable connection. With your peripatetic lifestyles I thought I might take advantage of your current abode's commodities." Dean stood there with a blank expression for a moment. "Perp-purr...pep what?" Sam sighed heavily. "Peripatetic. It just means we travel a lot." "I know that!" Dean grunted waving his hands in a dismissive sort of gesture.
"So what's my favorite winged tax accountant watching?" He asked flinging himself on the worn, springy mattress. "Porn?" Castiel shook his head. "None of this programming is useful. I was hoping for something informative, but instead I am watching these vampires diaries. Did mankind find out about the supernatural? If so someone should go and tell them they are seriously misinformed. Vampires are not at all like that." Dean chuckled. "I can't watch that Romantic Touchy-Feely Self-Help Yoga Crap." This time Sam laughed. "This coming from the guy who watches Dr. Sexy M.D." "Hey! It's captivating...and full of hot chicks so you shut your mouth!" "Since when are you into watching TV Cas?" Sam asked Castiel. "I..." He sighed. "Sam, Dean, my "people skills" are "rusty." I have spent most of my life as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent and am unsure how to work these interpersonal relationships with people. It is becoming a hindrance on you so I am going to fix it."
Sam gave Dean a meaningful look. This was typical of them, these silent conversations. It was almost as if they had become close enough that they had achieved some form a telepathy with one another. Castiel thought it was most interesting. Sam seemed to say:"Come on Dean, we should help him." The Dean silently replies: "Don't you dare open your cake hole. He is fine. Cas doesn't need lessons from us on how to be human." Then Sam's eyes retorted with: "But he is our friend, he feels guilty or useless or whatever. We should be there for him." Dean sighed and rolled his eyes responding finally with a nonverbal agreeance. "Hell Cas if that's all...I guess me and Sammy could tell you a couple things. Some tips on talking to folks, though I am not sure why you would want to." Castiel stood abruptly startling both of the boys. "Thank you! This will be most effectual. Once I grasp this I am sure I will be most advantageous to the two of you." Dean sat up and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Man I have got a crap feeling about this."
Okay so this first chapter is written in a very Castiel fashion. Even though it is in thrid person I decided to model it after the way I imagine Castiel's thought process to be. It doesn't divuldge too much in the way that he thinks, it is really just a set up for the story. If you guys like it then I promise to keep writing chapters on how they boys help their angel and maybe get more into Castiel's head...unless you would like to see the story change perspectives, like say go into Deans for example? Just a thought. Comment please and let me know what you honestly think or if you care for me to write more.
