Howdy! I started another story! I'm not giving up on My Little Dean but I wanted to start getting through this little plot bunny in my head. That and I prefer to work on My Little Dean with my Co-Author, Crianu. She's been busy as of late and I have worked on some outlines for it, but I want to go over them with her.
ANYWAY,, as for this story, I'm really excited to start working on this! This chapter is slightly rushed, mainly because I want to get to the good stuff, but I made sure to make it as interesting as possible! This won't take nearly as long for the story to develop. And spoiler alert, expect a lil harpy cas by chapter 3 ish ! I plan on adding art the the chapters now and then, so look out for those lil easter-eggs as well! This chapter has a lot of angst, but the fluff will arrive soon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Supernatural characters.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Pain, falling angel, feathers, and longings for a particular Winchester!
Enjoy!
"I think I am in no longer need of you services."
"W..what?" Castiel asked Naomi, a wave of confusion washing over his senses.
"I think you heard me quite clearly, castiel. I no longer need you." Naomi said matter of factly, her expression cold and uncaring.
"You often fight against my orders and instead follow the Winchesters orders. At this point your rebellious ways are too much of a hassle to cope with. One might think you were the Winchesters pet."
"Certainly that is not true! I have followed your orders-"
"Have you, Castiel?"
Castiel did not reply.
Naomi shook her head with a displeased look shading her features.
"I think a punishment is in order." She said nonchalantly.
Fear scratched at the edges of Castiel's stoic eyes as they widened in surprise.
"What.. what are you going to do?"
Naomi walked around to him, eyeing him with consideration.
"I'm going to bind your wings." She said with a smile.
Confusion replaced the fear in Castiel's voice, "Bind them? So that I can not fly?"
"Oh no! You'll be able to fly alright, just in a more.. Physical sense. I'm going to physically bind your wings by fusing them with your vessels arms." She said with a stone cold smile.
Castiel remembered rumors that this had happened to some angels in the past, thus presenting new species of birds upon the Earth.
"No, please-" Castiel began, but was easily cut off by Naomi.
"Then you really will be the Winchesters pet."
Before Castiel could argue any further, Naomi approached him from behind and dug two fingers into his back. Castiel gasped out in pain and light burst from his being. Although they could not by physically seen, he could feel his wings begin to shift as they split apart and approached his arms. A burning sensation began at his shoulders that began to slowly crawl down his arms. Panic struck him. If the process was complete, who knew how much his vessel would change in adaption to having wings. He heard of tales of angels having gone so far as to losing their minds. He willed himself to use what was left of his power to escape Naomi's bright office and appear on earth. As he panicked he remembered that the Winchesters were currently at a motel for the night, he had visited them earlier. If he escaped, would they help him? Would Dean help him? The thought of Dean gave him a strong spark of motivation as the burning sensation passed his elbows. If he was going to escape, he would have to do it now. Castiel closed his eyes in pain. He just had to think of getting back to them…
He had to think of getting back to Dean!
Thoughts of Dean and flashes of his smile allowed the spark of determination within him to grow, and with all his might, he began to teleport out of Naomi's office, just as the burning sensation had reached his wrists. The burning stopped as he was ripped away into reality. He heard Naomi's shocked cry and a strong force attempt to drag him back, but he pulled away from it with all his might and broke free from Naomi's hold.
Due to the binding of his wings, he could barely fly. When he opened his eyes he found himself falling through the air, high above a dark town, lit by streetlights and houses. If he weren't in danger of harming his vessel, Cas would have found the experience to be.. beautiful.
He looked around and spotted the familiar motel sign, as it was lit for the night.
Castiel focused as hard as he could, and with one last mental push, he used the last of his strength to fly once more. With a swift blink, the whistling wind disappeared and he was no longer falling above the beautiful city lights. He now stumbled into a nearly empty parking lot. He faltered and fell next to a shiny black car.
He looked up at the car, recognition and hope filling his mind. It was the ever so familiar impala. The car that housed the only two men that seemed to care about his well being. Now matter how many times he seemed to screw them over.
Castiel put his hand on the trunk and used it to help himself up. He was suddenly very tired and in a lot of pain. Before he took a step towards the motel room, he noticed something brush his neck. He lifted a hand to the back of his neck and felt small quills poke through his skin painfully as they began to grow into what felt like.. Feathers. The same feeling tingled at his wrists. He brought his hand down as to observe it. Sure enough, small black feathers with a blue shimmer to them began to poke through his trench coat sleeve.
He may have escaped before the binding was complete, but his wings were majorly bound to his arms now, all the way down to his wrists, and the effects had already begun. Panic clawed at his mind as he realised this. He also found that he couldn't quite feel his grace. It was there, but it was as if he could no longer use it. He winced in pain once more and found another problem. He was feeling pain. That must mean, that by having his wings physically bound and fused into his arms, that he was trapped within his vessel. He could possibly go as far to say that he was almost completely mortal now. Human? No, the feathers disclosed that thought, humans don't grow feathers.
He could still feel his heavenly grace within him so he was certainly still an angel..
An angel that was now almost mortal.
A small cry of pain escaped him, disrupting his thoughts. He bent over, arms around his torso as pain sunk through him like ink.
"I.. need to get help.." He rasped aloud to himself.
He quickly began to stumble toward the motel room door that stood before him, using the Impala to lean on. As he approached he could hear two voices from within the room. The two voices that gave him hope throughout his miserable existence. The two voices that cared.
Tears stung in his eyes from pain and fear as he left the Impalas side and stumbled over to the door. With a deep breath, he pushed through the door, which was luckily unlocked. He burst into the lamp lit room as to pairs of familiar eyes turned in panic to stare at him.
"Help.. me.." Castiel managed to choke out through pain. His stance faltered and he fell forward, darkness begging to drown him.
He heard a rush of boots and the movement of thick clothing approach him as he fell.
"Cas!"