Castiel stood in the large marble room. He looked around at his surroundings. Everything was marble: marble columns, marble floor, marble door, even the giant stands were marble. He stood in front of the three archangels, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel. They sat in their large marble stands, staring at him with deep concentration. Castiel had tried reasoning with them, but they wouldn't listen.
All of Heaven believed him to be a traitor. He was being wrongly accused of helping demons in their attempts to raise Lucifer. Cas does not know who would say such a thing, but he guessed that someone didn't want to be caught. He was done arguing about the matter, just bracing himself for the punishment.
Finally Michael spoke up, dragging Cas out of his thoughts. "We have come to a conclusion. Castiel, you are pronounced guilty of traitorous acts with the demons. As your punishment, you will lose your wings and grace." Castiel's face dropped. Losing his wings and grace? That means…That means he will become a…fallen angel.
Michael stood to his feet and walked to Cas, standing in front of him. "I never expected this from you, Castiel," said Michael, who had a look of pain and disappointment on his face. Michael raised his hand to Castiel's forehead and gently touched it, making Cas fall to the floor in a deep sleep. "I'm sorry," he whispered to Cas as he slowly disappeared.
Dean Winchester shut the lights off in the bar, sighing with relief. It was around 3 a.m., and the last old drunk in the place finally decided to leave. Dean never liked being a bartender, but it brought in the money, so he stuck with it. Tonight was fairly slow, but without Jo or one of the others there, it made time seem to drag. He would be struggling to keep his eyes open, when a tipsy costumer would give him a shove and ask for another.
He started down the sidewalk to the parking lot where his precious Baby sat, waiting. Unlocking the door and sliding into the car, he took a deep breath, smelling the familiar scent of whiskey and leather. He put the key in the ignition, and Baby rumbled to life. Ramble On by Led Zeppelin came on the radio and Dean smiled to himself, and cranked up the volume.
Dean drove along the empty roads, windows down and music up, singing along, barely paying attention to the road in front of him. He stopped singing and let out a curse when he saw a man standing in the middle of the street. He swerved and slammed on the brakes, narrowly missing the motionless man. after turning the car off, Dean stepped out, ready to kick this guys ass. Who the Hell does he think he is, just standing in the road like this?
He walked over to the idle man and grabbed his shoulder. "Hey man, what are you doing in the goddamn road?" Dean tried to see the guys face, but he was just staring at the ground. Dean shook him and asked again and was startled when the guy's head shot up and looked him straight in the eyes.
Dean was speechless. He had never seen eyes that blue before. He was so mesmerized by the beautiful orbs that stared right back at him. They both stood like that for a while until Dean cleared his throat, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. He released the guy's shoulder and tried to talk to him again. "Are you alright? Why are you out in the middle of the road?"
The man looked around at the buildings and over at Baby, eventually ending up on Dean, scrutinizing his face. "It seems that I have fallen from Heaven and become human."
Hope it wasn't too bad, first Destiel fic! Please review and tell me how I did! Thanks guys! ^-^