Lonely Flame

(Part 1 of Fallen Angel and Cursed Human)

Chapter 1: The man, that fell from the sky

Castiel was watching his brothers and sister, as they were talking or better joking about what to do next. It appears to him sometimes as if their jobs, given by their father, had lost all meaning. He wasn't sure when exactly it started but he hated it. Hated it to watch them, laugh about the fate of a human, hate it when they show no remorse when they did something wrong or don't even care about anything. Castiel had to sit here with them and he hated it. The worst part was that he wasn't supposed to hate it. It was a feeling he shouldn't be able to feel for his siblings but he does and it bothered him.

God hadn't spoken to them, for centuries it was only the archangels (mostly Michael) that got the spoken word of God but Michael hadn't reported any message or new missions. It was waiting and watching his family enjoy the sorrow of mankind. It hit Castiel one day as he was in his favourite heaven that he couldn't take it anymore.

He was like all angels band from going down to earth, since centuries had no angel meet the soil the holds the world of humans. In him grew a thought, a thought he didn't think he was able to think, disobeying. He wanted to go out there see his father's creation in all its beautiful rightness. He wants to be there like he had once done before, millennia's ago. He wants to go down to earth and feel it again.

To do this he had to disobey. He had to leave heaven, leave behind his family, his home and everything that was once his. He wouldn't be able to return. For angels that go against their fathers will was only one punishment the answer. Thinking of it there were two. Falling or imprisoning. Both not something he would chose, but falling would give him freedom even a painful one.

While his brothers and sisters where busy with doing (or not doing) their job watching over mankind, Castiel followed a small path to a smaller gate out of heaven. As a young angel had one of his brothers shown him this path. Not many knew about it and it was Castiel´s only hope to get out before they notice that one of their angels is missing.

Castiel worked on the lock and remembers Gabriel´s voice as he had shown his younger brother a little trick to get the old door to open. With a bit of his power Castiel hit the door with a fist, right under the lock. Something moved inside the lock and the door was open. The thought of Gabriel had clouded his mind with sadness. His older brother that had died as he had wished to visit earth because he liked humanity, too much thought some of his brothers. In the end Gabriel was gone, dead they said, for something as small as humans. Maybe it was that moment that Castiel had learned hatred. But it was a long time ago and he couldn't be sure.

With one last look around Castiel opens his wings, pulls the door close behind him and let himself fall, fall through the clouds and down the sky.

He could feel the electric from the storm around him, his wings fight against the wind and Castiel tries to get pass the flashes. The thunder around him growls angry. As if his father would shout at his disobeying child.

There was nothing that could stop his fall and the surprising feeling of pain was the first and last feeling Castiel felt at his arrival on earth. Before everything went dark.

Dean Winchester watched the striking flashes that illuminated the storm-darkened night, behind the black lake and over the mountain. He likes to watch the rain falling down but it wouldn't change much outside. The storm had been a surprise and the snow would thin out a bit but with the next night and snowfall would return it to his original thickness from his afternoon.

The higher temperature had been a surprise for Dean and he hoped the winter would return to its white beauty. Winter means silence and peace. When even Mother Nature would sleep and no one and nothing would bother him here. On occasion a hiker or hunter (not the supernatural kind) get lost and find his cabin, they don't bother him for long. Dean shows them the right way, sometimes offer some water when the poor men had been lost for some time, but he always sends them away. He doesn't want them around or anywhere near him.

His cabin was far away from any road you would chose voluntary to pass through the mountains, only a small path leads the way up here. His car parks at the beginning of the path in a garage and was waiting there for when Dean needed to go somewhere. But Dean doesn't need to go anyplace. He was happy here, it was safe and no one would get hurt when he stays here. The huge lake, his cabin was build next to offered enough water for anything that he could need, he had a whole storage facility and he had enough jobs to keep himself busy. For once they kept him insane and also prevented him from unnecessary visits in the civilization.

The forest around him hid him away and offered a nice ambient, not fare up and the trees got thinner and disappear before the rocky and snowy peaks of the mountains appear. Dean walks often up there to get a clear head. Not so often in the winter, with all the snow but in the summer he spends hours up there, watching a world he isn't part of.

A sudden crushing noise pulls Dean out of his relaxed state of watching the storm. It sounded as if one of the flashes had hit something and this something is his storage building. Cursing and at the same time hoping that it isn't too bad, Dean takes his coat and put on his shoes before he opens the door. He has to check it out now. If he can fix it he has to do it imminently and if it stars burning he had to stop the fire before it spread.

In the light of his flashlight he finds the roof of the building missing a huge part of it. A hole had been ripped through the material and Dean sight; at least he can fix it. Dean opens the door, the material he needs to fix the roof, as his tools are all inside.

Dean opens the door and finds the floor covered with shattered wood, snow and an unconscious man in a nest out of white snow and black feathers. He stops and stares at the person in front of him. Dean hadn't thought about any human interfering in his life, while a storm was showing earth that it could bring distraction. Worst was that he had no idea where the man came from. By the look of it he had fallen from the sky, hit a few birds on the way and chose his storage building as a safe place to land.

The body suddenly moved and so was Dean. He knees down next to the man and checks him up for any injuries that need more than his abilities and supplies offer. The man stayed unconscious while Dean searched for broken bones, the man's pupils react to the light in a normal way, no concussion. A decision is made; Dean lifts him over his shoulder and carries the man inside.

Inside his cabin, Dean shed the man from his cold and wet clothes, places him on the sofa after wrapping up a few minor cuts and covering him with a few warm blankets. After the man was cared for, he hangs up his visitors clothes in the bathroom to let them dry.

Dean closes the door behind him to let the warm inside, he had turned up the heating so the man wouldn't freeze and begins to fix the roof. He needed it to be done, he had to protect his supplies or a visit in the next town would be necessary before the winter was done. As he puts a plastic sheet over to hole and nails the wooden boards over it. The storm loses its power around him and moves along. Dean's thoughts return to the man on his sofa, to the blue eyes that had caught him by surprise, he wonders how they will look in the light of the sun. But at the moment they have the same color as the sky on a beautiful anthem afternoon day.