Heaven - Castiel
Summary: It wasn't a conventional relationship, barely a relationship at all, just a few stolen moments, the accidental brush of skin on skin, frenzied kisses in dark corners and the overwhelming knowledge that both were part of something bigger than either of them could imagine. Love. Castiel/OC
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Rebecca had always known that her relationship with Castiel would never exactly be what you would call, conventional mainly because it was barely even a relationship at all, just a few stolen moments of peace and tranquillity, the odd accidental brush of skin on skin, hand on hand, frenzied kisses in dark corners that both knew were not only dangerous but also bordering on blasphemy given the trench coat clad angels position in the oncoming war. A clichéd Romeo and Juliet type story set against the backdrop of the apocalypse, an angel, fallen from grace and cut of from heaven and a young hunter, fighting to save as many as she could before the Winchesters either saved or destroyed the planet they fought so hard for.
In these times, nothing was certain, nothing could be taken for granted and no one could be trusted, no one except Castiel, maybe it was the ethereal quality about him that made even those who had no idea what he was, aware that they could tell him their darkest secrets and he would never judge or tell anybody else, or maybe it was his unwavering stare that made them feel as if they were in the presence of unbelievable power that they would never be able to fully understand. Either way, Rebecca knew that whether it were shape shifters, rogue angels or the usual gaggle of spirits, hell hounds and demons that hell spat at them and that no matter what changes and losses occurred Castiel would be the one constant, stoic and unchanging. Just Castiel.
The first time she met him, she had been with the Winchesters a week, she had already learned of their involvements in the apocalypse, Deans constant lapses of judgement over his brother and Sams' trust in a manipulative demon. She had already heard the story of all the events leading up to that current moment in time, the events that had placed her right in the middle of the war for Earth, a war that right now, the humans seemed to be losing. Though she had never, before that moment, believed in fate and destiny she couldn't deny that it all made sense, the signs leading her to this lonely dirt road town, to the Winchesters and ultimately to Castiel had been glaringly obvious and derived. They had gathered that evening, in the woods, the three of them, Sam, Dean and Rebecca. Sam searching the map with a small torch clamped between his teeth, looking for the nearest marked hotel. At first Rebecca had thought the subtle flapping of wings she had heard was a near by bird and though there was no accompanying hoot or chirp she still brushed it off as just that. She had felt her insides drop lower than should have been physically possible as his unexpected voice came from behind her, explaining with no hint of emotion where they were to go next and what they were supposed to do. Her mind had immediately skipped over the obvious, his handsome face, his large blue eyes, dark tousled hair, she was unable to tell the exact shade in the darkness. She took in his haphazard tie and shirt and jacket combination under a lightly coloured trench coat before her eyes returned to his face, at closer inspection she noticed the tiny lines on the corners of his eyes, the stubble around his squared jaw and chin. Her ears picked up the deep gravely pitch of his voice and the lack of expression, feeling or emotion present anywhere on his person. She also immediately picked up on the unblinking stare that seemed to be fixed on her and Sam as well, even though the mans attention seemed to be solely on Dean, the hunter whom he was instructing.
She had the unnerving sense that she was in the presence of extreme power, or nobility, or something she couldn't quite put her hands on and if she was completely honest with herself it frightened her. Before she again heard the rustle and flap of wings the man had barely acknowledged her presence but for a flicker of his eyes and a slight nod, though the lack of words and tiny gesture told her that he already knew everything there was to know about her, everything that once was, could be and will be and that scared her even more. Despite her reluctance, and the small voice in her head that told her she was crazy to do so, she had immediately believed the brothers when they had told her that he was an angel of the Lord, there was just something about him, something inhuman, yet safe that made it impossible to think otherwise.
The next few times he appeared to them it wasn't such a shock to Rebecca, she had memorized, the first night, the sound of his wings and became more accustomed to the sound every time he visited. Along with the sound, she had memorized every line, every very slightly changed expression of his face, every move he made in battle, every swing of his knife and thrust of his fist. The flat pitch of his voice and even the vagueness of the information he gave.
The first time he had spoken to her had been after a particularly strenuous hunt, Rebecca had been caught in the crossfire of an angel and Castiels knife, unable to move fast enough against their speed and her arm had been sliced, hissing in pain and clutching at her wound she had fallen to the concrete floor, as the other angel fell too Castiel had crouched down in front of her, a warm hand pressed hard against the wound. "Are you alright?" Had been the first words he had ever spoken to her and she, having failed at that point to notice to momentum of the occasion, had nodded her head dumbly, her brain refusing to form a coherent thought or sentence.
"It will heal" was his second sentence, before the familiar brush of wings was heard and she was left again with the Winchesters.
Their first kiss, if it could be called such, the merest brush of lips against lips had come months later, now when she saw Castiel, she no longer saw a surreal, magnificent creature just slightly out of reach, but a man, a friend who was learning to feel, to live. She had learned to see compassion in his endless eyes, she had learned that a slight quirk on the right side of his mouth only happened when he was happy or when he understood one of Deans insults or jokes. A small crease would appear on his forehead as he rebuked Dean for something, or corrected something that he was completely unaware was intended to be funny or not taken seriously. She could recognise when he was angry, his eyes darkened a shade or two, almost as if his anger was a way for the being inside of the vessel to make itself known, to remind the others that there was after all nothing normal about him, that he would always be more powerful and infinitely more dangerous. Having memorized all of this it came as a complete shock to Rebecca when Castiel looked at her in a way she had never seen before, his eyes were guarded but even bluer as they reflected the clear sky above, his face more blank than she had ever remembered seeing it, his hair was blowing this way and that, coat billowing around his legs and he reminded Rebecca of some kind of flawless hero in a movie, the hero who is ultimately perfect and unapproachable but is loved and adored without fail anyway, this moment reminded Rebecca of one of the pivotal scenes in those movies, where the central character has an epiphytical moment where they realise an important lesson. To Rebecca, this felt like Castiels moment, Castiels revelation and she felt like an intruder and with every intention of leaving she turned around to be faced with him again, no longer shocked by his unnatural speed and agility, no longer jumping at his stoic presence. Though she tried to voice her disapproval at his so obvious violation of her personal space she couldn't help the small clichéd flutter in her stomach and she couldn't hide the nervous lilt in her voice as she asked him what he was doing, she had expected the usual reply, something confusing and vague but instead his lips brushed hers in the briefest of touches and then he was gone, it was so fast she could have convinced herself she had imagined it all but for the soft tingle that was left in his wake.
Rebecca had always known that their relationship would never be conventional, barely a relationship at all, a secret from both heaven and Earth, a few stolen moments of peace tranquillity where they could be Castiel and Rebecca instead of hunters and angels, mercenaries sharing the weight of the world with the Winchester brothers. The odd, accidental brush of skin on skin, hands touching as they both reached for the same book, a knowing smile as their eyes meet from opposite ends of a dark room, endless blue eyes seeking out Rebecca's own. Frenzied kisses in dark corners, times when both know they could be found any moment, but neither remember to care, frenzied kisses when both know they are close to the end and neither has much time. Panicked rushes as one or the other is injured in battle, heaved sighs of relief when everybody is safe and they can start another day, lives and limbs intact.
And the moment that they both realise with overwhelming clarity that they are part of something much bigger than anything they have ever known, much bigger than any love they have experienced and much stronger than any evil that come their way, is the same moment that they both realise those rare moments of peace, those gentle touches and brushes of skin, secret kisses and soul baring glances are the same things that wake them in the morning, and the things that pull them through everyday, every battle, every loss and every win. Those moments are what makes them truly alive. Those moments are what makes them who they are, and those moments, treasured and remembered, dreamed of and loved, would last forever.
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