Chapter. 1

There was a time when Castiel was a warrior who lead armies. But now he has resorted to an errand boy. Doing whatever the Winchester's ask. Traveling across the world for rare ingredients or stopping at a small local secondhand book store looking for rare readings. It was okay he didn't mind the mundane tasks. They helped him feel more human. Castiel had spent a lot of time at A Likely Story: Used Books it was becoming routine for him. His visits began a month ago when he went out to look for a book. While it wasn't that particular place that he needed to look it was where he landed. For whatever reason he found himself drawn to the site. It pulled him in like a magnet. Upon entering that's when the angel realized why. It was the young woman who ran the store. Emma he would learn to call her. She shined bright like stars in the night sky. It was her soul. He had never seen anything like it. It was so pure and beautiful. Naturally he was drawn to its light like a moth. Fixated with it. With her. Like a junkie it left him craving more.

Whoosh sound of wings followed by the sudden appearance of a man in a trench coat. Castiel. The Angel stood casually across the street. His hands shoved in the front pockets of his coat. The male's head turned slightly as he looked in the opposite direction a quizzical look resting on his expression. buzz..buzz the vibrations from his phone broke his concentration. Slowly looking down he pulled the phone out of his pocket. Dean calling the screen read. There was a moment of hesitation right before he silenced it. Dean could wait. Most of the time he was just checking in. Truthfully the Angel found the boys constant arguing and the sound of their voices irritating leaving him looking for alone time. Castiel looked up his eyes met the store front across the street. He waited a moment allowing the last car to pass.

Ding the door opened. He was early today. It seemed like he was the first costumer. He'd been switching up his days and times. He didn't want to come across as what was the word Sam liked to use 'creepy'. Being intrusive was not his intentions. He was curious.

"Good morning! You're here early today." The brunette greeted in her gentle voice.

Castiel didn't look at her put focused his eyes on a book resting on the table next him. He played it like interest lifting it up reading the cover. He didn't feel worthy of looking at her. Emma radiated like the sun and he couldn't corrupt her light. In her presence he felt like an abomination "Good Morning Emma." he replied placing the book back down where it belonged.

"How was your book?" Emma asked her dark brown eyes looking up meeting the timid male who seemed to be more interested in the display of books. Curious. She thought as she quietly watched him. He had been coming in for weeks now and he would barely utter a word. The only thing she knew about him was that his name was Jimmy or that's what his ID told her. In a weird way he was becoming her favorite costumer. He was nice enough, he was quiet, always put things back and he didn't smell weird. You would be surprised by how many stinky people would walk through those shop doors.

"I-I haven't read it yet." or the ten other titles that he bought in a panic, fear of leaving the store empty-handed. He couldn't tell you half the titles he would just grab one at random. Only to leave them neatly stacked in his room at the bunker. He probably should sit down and read them it was an insult to the authors work for them to go ignored. The Angel glanced over to her with a small nod and continued walking through the store. Soon he found himself protected by book shelves. He selected the first book he seen using it as disguise giving the illusion he was reading. He turned each page looking up slightly watching the brunette at the counter. When she would look up he would turn his back or scan the row of titles.

Emma just nodded slightly not furthering the conversation. She worried she was bugging him. She wasn't known for her social grace and at times a bit awkward herself. The young shop keeper stood at the counter with her own nose in a book looking up watching the male. She couldn't help but grin as she watched him in secret. He was kind of awkward too in his own way. His own social grace was that of an anxiety filled home school kid. His tie was always loose. Despite the manicured look of his hair there always seemed to be a few strands that would stand stubbornly in the air and of course his trench coat, he wore it every single day. But it's what made him..him.

Soon Castiel decided he had been lurking around long enough..well that and the none stop calling from both Dean and Sam. He was sure that they were purposefully tag teaming in desperation to find out what he was doing. No doubt Dean was the master mind. He needed to know what he was doing at all times as if he was a child. He was their brother they just cared. Moving towards the counter Castiel walked past the young woman giving her a small glance before heading towards the door.

"Wait. Do you like poetry?" Emma suddenly asked. She wasn't even going to say anything. She was just going to let him leave quietly like normal, but she didn't want him to leave. Not yet at least. She liked seeing him it was the best part of her week. "I-um. This is my favorite." Reaching under the counter she pulled out a book. Her eyes scanning the title before gently placing it in his hands. "You can have that. I-I just thought if you got around to reading it. I would have someone to talk to about it." She stumbled through her words. It wasn't a big deal but it felt pretty bold to her. By the look on Jimmy's face he seemed surprised.

"This is very thoughtful….thank you." Cas's eyes observed the gift resting in his hand. Slowly he looked up his vessels impressive blue eyes meeting her stare. It felt like they were meeting for the first.

"You're welcome Jimmy…" she smiled warmly in return.

Jimmy. Hearing that name was what pulled him back to reality. She didn't even know who he was, not really. This was stupid. He was being stupid."I'm...I'm going to go." He suddenly spoke killing the moment before it could even happen. The angel stepped back his eyes falling to the ground. He gave the book a pat on the cover before giving Emma a small smile of thanks. Just like that he left out the door and rather quickly. Emma felt her heart sink as she watched the male in the trench coat leave. Maybe she did something wrong.