Assignment: Deliver a character by only writing down the character's actions. (The only exception to NO physical DETAIL is you may use a he or she pronoun.)

Note: Yep, another school assignment that I managed to twist around and make into a ficlet. XD

Still considering to rewrite it with detail and maybe another chapter with the Brothers.

Well enough of my ramblings. Please Enjoy :)


The sun hovered high in the cloudless sky. The scent of tree blossoms imbued the air.

A single man sat rigid on an old wooden park bench. Both elbows were firmly planted on his knees, his chin rested on his laced fingers. His eyes wandered the small park and it's occupants before resting on a single toddler.

Her fiery curls bounced down her shoulders and across the violet flowers on her mini-dress. She giggled, lighting up her already rosy cheeks. Casting her sea grey eyes down to watch her padding booties, she failed to see the edge of a slide in her path.

"Watch out, Sweety!", Called out a woman to the mans right. On impulse, his hands fell and he moved from his seat. His eyes glanced from the child to her presumed mother, but her warning was a second too late. The young girl fell with a squeal.

The unknown man reached the girl before the mother, gently helping her up in to a sitting position. Her rosy face scrunched up into a teary eyed frown. A look of confusion and concern passed over the mans face.

"Mama. . ?" The toddler whimpered. Her mother caressed a vermilion curl from her eyes and brushed the dirt from her dress.

"Yes, Sweety, I'm here. . . were does it hurt?" The mothers soft words soothed the girl enough to respond. Her small hands grasped at one of her legs. A bruise had already started to develop.

The man took a moment before laying a hand on the shin gently. The young girl raised her eyes to stare at the mans face as a faint warmth soothed over her leg. As the pain faded a smile spread across her tear streaked face. With a small hiccup her cries ceased, giving her mother some relief.

Taking the girls hand, he helped her to her feet. Once steady, he attempted to take his hand back, but she refused to let it go. He looked down at their joined hands, fascinated by the size difference.

Wrapping an arm around her, the woman hefted the girl up against her chest forcing her to release her grip.

The mother observed the stranger with a somewhat surprised expression.

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"I've never seen her take to someone like that. . . Thank you. . umm. . ?"

"Castiel. ." The man barely whispered the name.

"Marie." With a smile and nod she turned and walked away. The little red head in her arms twisted around to look over her shoulder. Pointing at the man who now stood up to his full height, she spoke quietly with wonder in her voice.

"Angel. . ."

The man tilted his head to the side, a small smile graced his face.

Hearing something behind her, the mother turned to find the man had vanished. She could have sworn she heard the rustle of wings against the wind.