Disclaimer: So, don't own Supernatural or its characters. Not sure if it's Eric Kripke or Sera Gamble these days, but it's not me anyway.

In-betweens

by

Mickis

Genre: Will vary from chapter to chapter, so let's just slap a 'general' on it for good measure.

Language: English

Fan Fiction Rated: T (Will also vary, but never above T).

Summary: A collection of drabbles and individual scenes involving characters from Supernatural.

Basically just a place for me to collect all my short stuff concerning the show and its characters. I prefer to have my one-shots taking up less space that way. Cas is a favorite of mine, so there'll probably be an unfair amount of stuff about him. Just a fair warning.

A/N: Castiel learns about being human, and all that goes with it.

Genre: Drama/Comedy, depending on your outlook.

Fan fiction rated: K

Characters: Castiel

Spoilers/Timeline: Don't read this if you haven't seen beyond 5x21.

I – Rock Bottom

He was an angel of the Lord. He was a loyal soldier; a weapon of God, and his name alone struck fear in demons everywhere. He was ageless and flawless. Time was of no importance, for he could bend it at Heaven's will. Heaven - the place mortals would dream of and sometimes long for - was his to wander, and he had all of its power at his disposal. His brothers and sisters were all a part of him, as he was of them, for his family transcended the concept of time and space. They would never grow apart or lose touch. His family was timeless, and he always felt at home in their presence. He was always at peace, for he never doubted that his Father loved him along with everything else in creation.

He was never ill, and pain was a fleeting thing that rarely touched his being. Disease and poverty could not lay a finger on him, for he was untouchable. He was never alone, for he always carried his Grace and his Faith inside him. He was powerful, beautiful and blessed, for he was an angel of the Lord. Yes, he was all those things and so much more, with emphasis on was.

Today, he was broken and beaten. He was alone and scared. He felt terribly out of place, for he was a stranger in someone else's body, a body that had him trapped. This body, which had given him so many wonderful feelings and new experiences, had followed Heaven's example and turned against him. His body had once given him the warm sensation of the sunlight fondly licking his skin. Now, his skin felt sore and itchy, as if it would tare all over at the smallest movement. He was aching in every place he'd ever known, and he felt a hunger he'd never imagined to be possible. His throat was dry and sore, even protesting to the taste of water. His bones yelled at him in anger for not taking care of them properly and his muscles didn't seem to want to lend him any help.

Yes, lying in his hospital bed, he truly felt he had hit rock bottom. But he had been mistaken.

Rock bottom came half an hour later, when he felt for the first time a burning sensation in his groin, growing more painful by the minute. He'd been around humans long enough to know what that meant, but he'd never been hospitalized before, so there was no way he could have known what it truly meant for him.

With the nurse at his side, and his hand clutched tightly around IV pole he rolled with him with great difficulty, he realized suddenly how crowded this hospital was. Walking down that long, narrow corridor, he passed by everyone and everything he didn't want to see, or rather, he didn't want seeing him. His naked backside was left completely visible for everyone to stare at. It was almost as if the tiny, incomplete hospital gown had been left open in the back on purpose, to welcome people's eyes as you passed them by down the hall, painfully slowly to bout, just so no one would miss it.

But this had not been rock bottom, even if he'd thought so at the time. No, rock bottom was when he reached the bathroom, and realized he couldn't complete his task without assistance. The female nurse, whom had earlier caused him to blush in embarrassment when she came to help him out of his bed, had to take a large part in him peeing for the very first time in his existence. And though he had no prior experiences to compare with, he felt fairly certain it had gone worse than it did for most people.

Yes, rock bottom was when this quite frankly attractive young woman had bent down to wipe his leg clean of urine. He had only been human for about an hour at that point, and already he knew he wasn't going to enjoy it very much.

Although Dean certainly seemed to enjoy himself when he'd shared the humiliating story of his very first bathroom visit.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Cas," Dean said, giving him a playful pat on the shoulder. "You've got a lot of firsts to cross over on your list. I'm sure rock bottom is still down the road."