This is my first Supernatural fanfic and it is not a serious one although it introduces my OC Celeste. There is way more to her than meets the eye. Another disclaimer I would like to add before you start reading and a huge thank you must be given. I do not own the character Iofiel. A fellow friend allowed me to use her. She is a writer on fanficiton and her penname is: Iofiel Ecanus named after her amazing character. Oh and before some people give me lectures about internet safety ;) I know Iofiel Ecanus in real life so it all good. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my story. Also, I apologise if the chapters seem random I wanted to break the story up to make it easier to read.
Celeste was typing eagerly away on her laptop smiling to herself. She loved her rare (once in a blue moon were talking here) days off. By accessing Facebook she could escape from the harsh realities of the real world; the impending doom of the apocalypse and enter a virtual one that satisfied her curious nature. Castiel entered the room. Something was wrong. Celeste could sense this, especially since her uncle had actually used the hotel room door! Slumping down in a chair, Castiel let out a long groan and buried his head into his large palms.
"Uncle Cas, you okay?" Celeste turned in her chair to get a better look at her uncle. His face was still concealed by his hands, but Celeste took an educated guess that her uncle was exhausted or frustrated. "You been sleeping rough again?" Celeste joked lightly hoping to get a response.
"Leave me alone," Castiel mumbled in his deep voice.
"Ouch that hurt. Let me guess this involves Dean, doesn't it?"
"Maybe," Castiel replied sulkily.
"Confide in me. What happened?" Celeste begged with her eyes, willing her uncle to talk to her. She hated seeing him so low and it still freaked her out about how Dean could have such an emotional effect on him.
"Fine. Dean was meant to meet me. We had an appointment time and he never came."
Celeste could not resist. She had to wind her uncle up a bit. "Oh my Go," she stopped as Castiel glared warningly at her. "I was going to say gosh," Castiel relaxed ever so slightly. "Are you sure Dean didn't get jumped by a demon or something?"
Castiel remained emotionless as he said, "No."
"Then maybe he went to visit Bobby and make jokes about his condition. Bobby lost it and managed to put him in emergency care."
"Don't be stupid Celeste and it's never right to use a man in Bobby's condition as a way of attempting, but more importantly failing to wind me up!" Rats! He's on to me Celeste thought to herself annoyingly. "Alright. Let's be realistic maybe Sam finally snapped and used Dean as a punch bag because a so-called arch angel," Celeste faked a cough "Raphael and your superior spiked his drink with demons blood." Celeste smiled innocently at her uncle's stony expression that revealed nothing. Celeste knew his mind was working at a gear-grinding pace in an attempt for him to maintain his cool angel composure. "Okay so basically Dean bailed on you." Celeste relented growing tired of her teasing.
"He what?"
Celeste sighed, "I meant what you said. Dean never showed up. That's typical of him."
Castiel eyed his niece suspiciously only just becoming aware that she was using that infernal, technological machine. "What are you doing on that thing?" Castiel asked as his head cocked slightly to one side.
"You mean my laptop. Oh nothing much, I just took the opportunity to go on Facebook." Celeste replied eagerly, maybe if she got her uncle addicted to or at least interested in Facebook he would spend less time being on her case!
"Facebook," Castiel repeated slowly as Celeste nodded in response. "Is that another term for auto-biography?" Celeste put a fixed smile across her face refusing to face palm herself, clearly patience was required here.
"Not even close uncle Cas. Facebook is a place where you can talk to friends, put on pictures and share fun, but often too much information posts about how your day went or even what's on your mind. Doesn't that sound great?"
Castiel shrugged non-committedly but he edged his closer to Celeste and her laptop. "I don't have any friends. Half of my garrison are dead and since I've gone rogue I will probably be killing more of them soon. Do not even get me started in those backstabbing archangels."
Celeste laughed awkwardly, "Remind me to make you create a new kind of place called Enemybook where you can debate with your enemies, post death threats, menacing pictures and rather than poke you would stab."
Castiel returned to his serious state and asked, "What do you mean by poke?"
Celeste waved her hand dismissively and begun to set up a profile for her uncle. Castiel watched in a mixture of awe and fear. "Alright what's your surname?" Castiel shrugged in response and Celeste typed in: Angel. Castiel's face tightened,
"Are you not sound of mind? You will be revealing to the humans my true form."
Celeste tossed her head back defiantly and boldly responded, "Okay. One: the majority of people do not even know your kind exist. Two: unless you add the humans as friends they will not see your posts and three: you do not have a profile picture so no one will know who you are except us." Castiel hesitated as Celeste finished creating his profile and if truth be told he was nervous about the prospect of communicating online. After all he had only just mastered how to use the phone! Sensing her uncle's unease Celeste smiled mischievously and said, "We can spy on Lucifer and your backstabbing archangel buddies, even your superior." Her tone was sweet and inviting. Castiel nodded,
"You may proceed. Let's start with Lucifer."
Yay I hope you enjoyed chapter one please feel free to review. Any criticisms positive or negative are accepted.