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Castiels POV
I love my home.
My parents gave me away when I was still a baby and so I was raised by the nuns of the Nazareth convent in Concordia, Kansas But now that I presumably turned 16, the nuns had decided it would be better for all of us, if they could find a nice family to take care of me. Because faithful people who gave donations were harder to find, the convent had to save money everywhere they could.
So here I am. Packing my whole life into boxes and preparing to start a new one. Taking a piece of paper to put it into the box with the other things, I take a break to look at it a little closer. It was the letter we think my Dad wrote to the nuns before he left me on the doorstep. By now I know the words written by heart.
" Hello my Name is Castiel,
My mother died when she gave birth to me. And because my Dad is not able to take care of me, I was left on the doorstep of this convent.
I hope that you will give me a good home. All I ask for is love, care and life. I will work for to pay the debts you once I am old enough.
Thank you"
We think that my father wrote this because we couldn't come up with another explanation. I dont hate my father for what he did. He might have had a good reason. Anyway he chose the exact right place to bring me to. The nuns were very nice to me and they did a great job raising me to become the faithful and honorable person I am today. But he didn't left a birth certificate or a contact adress or anything. So the nuns had to guess my age. They decided that my bithday was the 3rd of March. Choosing the third day of the third month in the year they did not only took the advise of the doctor but also gave me the blessing of Jesus, Pneuma and God.
"CASTIEL?", I hear sister Abigails voice cracking a little because of the shouting. "Castiel? Are you there? Are you ready with packing?" Now her voice came from in front of the door.
"Yes, Sister, I'm here. I need a little more time to pack my things.", I said.
After a longer break sister Abigail asked: "Hey, uhm Castiel can I come in?" "Yes"
I never felt comfortable with people around me. The Sisters were an exclusion, because I knew them my whole life.
Sister Abigail enters the room and looks around. "So, how do you feel?"
"I'm fine , I guess." I said, having a bad feeling about lying to her. Anyway I tried not to show it.
"I will miss you. We all will." She stopped and looked me in the eyes, searching for something. I was able to see diappointment crossing her face. "So I just wanted to say that you really do have something angelic about you. I know that you never took it serious when we said it but it's true. God seems to have a mission for you. What that mission is and how you are able to fulfill it you have to find out."
"What do you mean " I ask but she only slightly shakes her head.
Sister Abigail turns around to leave the room, her robes shuffling while she walks.
"You know, whenever you need us, we will be here and ready to help you." She gives me another smile.
"Thank you " I smile back at her. "I'll be ready soon, so I meet you outside withe the others?"
But she doesn't answer me.
Sister Abigail closes the door and leaves me alone.
'Well. That was odd. I wonder what she wanted to tell me? About that mission from god? Well she always was a little strange but still a nice person. Sometimes it felt like she was more comfortable around the dead than the living.'
For a moment I just sit on my bed dreaming about my new life, my new family and my bew home.
'Maybe the Family will have a dog. Or any other pet. I wonder what that familiy is like, after all I never had a real family with parents and siblings maybe grandparents a garden and a pet.
However I still need to get ready.
But what if they don't like me, or I don't like them? What if all of this turns out to be a big misunderstanding and I end up in an orphanage?'
The alarm that I set earlier rings and all my thoughts vanish in that second.
