"I'm an angel of the lord, detective Dunham, and I'm here to watch over you."
If those wings of his hadn't flashed before my very eyes, confirming so many doubts in a split second, I would have had the poor guy committed and went on with this crazy life of mine.
(now I have those magnificent things burned into my brain)
"But why me? I'm quite good at protecting myself."
As the shock wore away that well built wall of mine finally fell back into place, more quickly then ever before because of all the practice I've had with the unexplained.
"I am aware of that, after all you filled me with bullets without hesitating. But there are even some things you can't protect yourself against, I'm one of them, and so it's my job to keep you safe."
Besides the occasional partner that have had my back, some that I can't but help let beneath this brick wall of mine (but that only happens rarely), I never needed someone to save me, especially not an angel.
But I've leaned from Peter, who's lips I've found on many assignments and never heard a compliant, that it's never bad thing to have someone to watch your back and it helps that this friend of mine can't be killed.
(my god wait till Walter gets a look at him)
"One day, Olivia, a creature you and your team hunt will kill you and I must make sure that does not come to pass. Will you allow me to do so?"
While saying this his hand was held out toward mine, taking it would mean so many different things (and knowing me reaching out wasn't something I ever do), and without a second thought I took a hold it.
"Yes, Castiel, I will allow you to be my guardian angel."
"And you seriously believe that this crackpot is a living, breathing, holy freaking angel?"
I knew that convincing both of the Bishops would be something of a chore, after all religion and science are not good mixed, but if we were going to have Mr. Wings and Brown trench coat tag along they would have to believe also.
"Trust me I was as unbelieving as you are at the start but Peter, I saw his wings, touched his hand, and now know for sure that we are dealing with the real thing. Can you take my word?"
His lips, those that without thinking I had finally let myself fall into, found mine like the million times we had trying to make up for lost time.
(and trying to forget that bitches lips on his)
"Do you really need to ask, you could tell me the sky was red and I'd take it as fact, now how long is Mr. Frown-face going to follow you like a puppy?"
Everything in our world was something new to Castiel, my guns were the things he hated the most (not even God himself would get away with tossing away my babies), and it was up to us teach him about everything.
"Just until he kills the creature who kills me in the future, and hopefully that will be soon."
"Should I be jealous?"
The moment he said it, the things that I knew were floating around in that brain of his, I kissed him once again proving that not even an angel could tear us apart.
"Not even a little bit, Bishop, you and those lips of yours are safe."
