"You came."
Smells of every kind of food hit me, making Jimmy groan with hunger (I don't think he's eaten since last year), and my new charge was standing before with a wide smile I have yet to ever do myself.
(her smile is so warm and comforting I might just try it this once)
"Of course I came, Elle, you called me, why wouldn't I?"
A feeling a dread filled me up, I can picture a shocked Dean who doesn't think I can feel a thing (but I feel it all), when it was clear that I had come to her not because it was job to watch over her but because I wanted to, more then anything in the world.
Her hands wearing warm oven mittens took a hold of mine and pulled me into the dining room, her house was every sinner's desire, decked in gold and filled with all a person could want (but still she didn't give a damn), that smile of hers pulling me deeper and deeper into a world I never thought I would find myself.
(a world where I would take my wings off and hand them to her with my first smile)
"What's this?"
The full length table was filled with every mouth watering food that I had heard of (stories of a life I used to look down on) but never had the chance to taste myself, there was not a bit of free space on that table, and inside Jimmy was jumping for joy.
"It's Thanksgiving silly, what else would it be?"
Those fingers that could burn me up, only to have me come back with nothing but ash to prove it ever happened (oh she did enjoy that), had spent the day cooking away just for me rather then continuing down the dark path she had been heading she was thinking of yams and her guardian angel.
(and every time I tried to push her out of my mind she came back with a vengeance)
"But why did you invite me?"
In the time I was spending with Dean he was teaching me everything I needed to know about the world, ever since I said her name and my human host blushed a deep red ('Who's the lucky angel, wait don't tell me it's a human?!'), and I knew as our fingers brushed that the red staining her cheeks which were still in a smile were also on mine.
"Daddy's never here for holidays, and I mean never, but I still cook up a storm. I thought it might be nice to finally have someone besides myself here to enjoy it, and I thought of you, Cas."
"Thank you, Elle, for thinking of me."
Her eyes burned into me, those looks that came out of the blue sometimes were the reason I found myself in this situation (ready to be labeled 'fallen'), and I felt myself do something different today, I smiled for the first time, wide and just for her.
(such a smile which worried Dean, because he liked me just the way I am)
"Wow, just wow."
"What?"
"It's just I've never seen you smile, I was almost ready to go 'why so serious?', and it's even more beautiful then I thought it would be."
When her hand, small and white fingers that I'd been studying which interest since the first day they showed my next assignment, wrapped around mine I didn't protect, didn't let the wrong of this all take this moment away from me, I just squeezed back.
(even then, with heavy doubts filling me up, I knew I was making the right choice.)
"T-Thank you, your own smile, the one that I have yet to see you without, it reminds me of home."
I found then each word I said, ones I wanted to come out right so they would fill her with joy rather then sadness (nothing about the daddy that doesn't care), if I said them right with that new smile of mine would bring a smile to her face and her hand would take longer to let mine free.
"Dean has taught you well, grasshopper, now dig in I bet Jimmy's starving and so am I."
