An Angels' promise

So, I own nothing except the idea and my OC... That's all.

~AAP~

Castiel had made a promise... He said he'd fix everything... Then he left Dean behind. But... maybe he did keep true on his promise?

I sat in a tree when I spotted an obviously new soul appear in Purgatory. The fellow was hounded by some of the darker creatures. I let out a sigh. Just as they were close enough for the man to smell the decay on their breath, I jumped down, unfurling my wings and shooting forward. I could see the grains of dirt on the ground and I counted as many as I could.

All too soon I pulled up and landed in a tree, aiming a shriek as the creatures, going a high enough pitch to hurt them. It appeared as though this soul... it was a human.

I dropped down and became a flurry of feathers and talons, quickly taking the other souls out and causing them to flee. I shot back up into the tree and hid, making the human confused and worried. Quickly, I retracted my bird looking attributes and then jumped down, brushing invisible dirt of my tattered shirt.

I sigh at his worried look. "Help." Is all I said, extending a hand. The man's eyes narrowed and he studied me. "I don't exactly trust random creatures."

I shrug and turned around, hearing the creatures returning. I smirked slightly. When the growling began again I gave a nonchalant "Bye."

Quickly the human scrambled after me. "W-wait! Okay... H-help is very welcome..." He managed out as a creature lunged at him.

I whipped to the creature, a Wendigo, and shifted my face into that of a dragons and let out a roaring screech, sending the Wendigo fleeing and the other creatures. One bold creature reared but, retracting my face and growing long claws, I ripped the soul in half, making in scream in agony. I made my hands normal and turned to the human, giving him a passive look.

"Go." I muttered and began walking towards one of the lights in Purgatory.

Deep in the heart of Purgatory, sometimes good souls got trapped. And the souls could sometimes figure out that they can create a light that no dark creature could come near. The source of light depended on the soul. I once met a kind hearted dragon who's light was a soft campfire light.

But the first one I saw was a streetlight. I quickly darted into it and looked around. Someone had been kind enough to make a bench. Giving a soft sigh of content, I sat down and relaxed. The human followed slowly and at first wouldn't come close until I finally groaned. "Sit," I commanded, patting the bench.

Cautiously he sat down. "So, what's going on?"

"Purgatory." I responded softly.

"And who are you?" He asked.

"Ludvig," I sigh and looked down. "my name is Ludvig Schmidt."

The human frowned. "I've heard that name before..."

"It's hard not to... I vas zhe Berlin Shadow."

~DUN DUN DUN! XD Yes, I did just do that.~