A/N: For all you folks out there who ever wondered what the standards were that make the Righteous Man, Castiel, the Angel of Thursday has all the answers. A must have if you ever need to create the one that will save the world from the Apocalypse.
A special thanks to WickedLittleLies for organizing the anecdotes of the Righteous Man.
The Angel's Guide to Creating the Righteous Man
The stage was empty save for the podium and the microphone that had been set up. The auditorium was packed to standing room only. Many were interested in the topic of discussion and they wanted to know if the rumors were true. The room fell quiet from all the shuffling while the announcer came up to the podium to introduce the speaker.
"I don't understand the function of this," Castiel grumbled as he peered from behind the curtain.
"It's called a presentation Castiel. You get up and talk about the topic that you are the expert in," Balthazar replied as he lounged against the scaffolding nearby. His relaxed manner was guaranteed to annoy people just because he looked calm and relaxed. "Besides they were interested in the angel who knows the righteous man."
Castiel turned away from the crowd and looked at his companion, "Dean Winchester is not the kind of man to be paraded around for entertainment. He was most… disturbed at the prophet Chuck and his writing the Gospel of Winchester."
"Interesting you say that since he seems to enjoy creating entertainment at other people's expense," Balthazar replied. He then got a mischievous look on his face, "I seem to recall that he enjoyed taking you to that nice little place… What was it?"
Castiel frowned slightly but maintained his stoic look while he remembered that night. He also recalled another night in which Dean deemed it necessary to educate him in regards to certain metaphors. The things he did for him. He muttered, "A den of iniquity."
"Right," Balthazar replied, enjoying the frown that meant that Castiel was remembering something he rather would not. "So you see Cas, it's nothing to get your wings all bent out of shape. Besides it's not like he's ever going to find out."
"He usually does."
Balthazar grinned big. He stood up from leaning against the wall and replied, "See you do know the righteous man better than any one of us and you actually rebelled. They want to know all that. It's what humans call a life interest story."
"I do not understand that term," Castiel replied.
"Ah Cas you need to get out more. You've spent way too much time in the garrison with Uriel and his nonexistent sense of humor."
He is known as the Angel of Thursday and the one to have single handedly snatch the Righteous Man from the grasp of Hell. He is Castiel.
Castiel stared at the announcer who was beckoning him to come out. He turned towards Balthazar and said, "I did not single handedly…"
"Who cares? Go out there."
"I was a fool to agree to this."
"Just follow the cards that I set up there and I'll take care of the rest." Balthazar then took Castiel by the shoulders and pushed him out onto the stage. He grinned as he watched the Angel of Thursday start to look like he was going to puke but it was mingled with an expression of annoyance… if that was annoyance… as he was escorted to the podium.
The clapping of the audience was deafening and some hadn't learned the meaning of control when it came to their powers. It sounded as if the entire heavenly host had gotten together to play tackle football, angel style. Castiel looked out over the crowd and wondered why he agreed to do this. He then remembered a pair of tawny eyes looking at him and he placed a hand to his forehead. He then started, "I don't understand the function of this… but I will answer questions even though I don't understand why abominations such as you are interested."
Nice going. Balthazar shook his head at Castiel.
Castiel looked at the crowd who was quiet as they absorbed every single word. Some had notepads in their hands. He cleared his throat and continued, "I know that you have heard much about the Righteous Man and…"
"Is it true that you pulled him from Hell?"
Castiel was startled by the question. He had no idea that Nephilim were so inquisitive. He decided that it must be their human nature. Why did they need to appeal to their good graces? Because she asked you to since they were interested in the Righteous Man and his involvement. Castiel let the thought slide as he answered, "We laid siege to Hell when we found that he had been sent to the pit."
"I heard you did it by yourself."
"Yeah. Is that why you rebelled?"
Castiel was getting pummeled with questions. Balthazar thought the angel was going to cave under the pressure. He was going to go help him when someone asked, "Why are you called the Angel of Thursday?"
"You idiot, it's because he was born on a Thursday."
"Actually…" Castiel tried to stop the argument that was starting.
"No it was because he pulled the Righteous Man out of Hell on a Thursday, stupid."
Castiel looked at Balthazar who was clearly amused by the whole thing. Castiel stared out at the crowd. Some of the Nephilim were using their powers to assert their knowledge of what was going on. Others were sitting and wondering when they were going to hear about the Righteous Man. Castiel realized that he had to take some form of being in charge. He did that by allowing his wings to show as well as the power flow. The room became quiet and he had their attention. He said, "I was asked to come here to ask for your assistance and I agreed to tell you about the Righteous Man."
The audience began to sit back down, their attention on the angel. For a while it was quiet, enough to hear crickets. Finally one asked, "What actually makes the Righteous Man?" When it was clear that the question was not interpreted properly, the Nephilim rephrased it, "What are the qualities of the Righteous Man?"
Castiel looked down at the podium and saw the cue cards that Balthazar left up there. There was actually nothing regarding the question just asked. Most of them were questions about him working with Dean and the like. Castiel realized that he was going to have to, as humans say 'wing it.' He glanced over at Balthazar and hoped that what he had in mind would work. "The Righteous Man is the one that…"