First things first.
I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL! ALL RIGHTS BELONGS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS OF THE SHOW!
Look what I've found: Another old story of mine, at least the first chapter of it.
I remember this story. I have written it last summer, but never translated the second (longer) chapter of it.
My question: Do you want me to translate the other chapter?
It's much work for me to do that, that's why I ask...
And again i am so very sorry for grammer/spelling mistakes.
Don't forget: My first language isn't english.
Hope you like it :).
The Advantages and Disadvantages of being Human
Chapter 1
Castiel was making an effort.
He tried very hard, but life as a human was anything but easy.
Especially since he was a human for not too long.
Two months ago Metatron deprived him of his grace, has made him what he was now:
A human.
At first he had been overwhelmed, because without his heavenly forces he felt weak, useless, simply terrible.
But Sam and Dean gave him support, gave him the strength he needed to pass even this ordeal.
But slowly but surely Castiel lost his hope, because they were looking after Metatron since weeks and hadn't found a single trace of him yet.
Meanwhile, the ex-angel had tried to be a hunter, but even there was much to learn for him.
He got the proof for that this day again, when they had to deal with a poltergeist.
A case like this was routine for Sam and Dean and was done quickly.
However, for Cas it looked completely different...
Dean's black Impala came to a halt and the two hunters got out of the car.
Sam immediately went to one of the rear doors and helped Castiel out of the car.
The young man looked terrible, because it had hit him hard.
Scratches gleamed under the ripped fabric of his sweater, blood wetted his clothes and a pained groan left his lips as he moved, while the pain ran like lightning through his battered body.
"Careful Castiel. Take your time," Sam tried to calm him down and yet he just wanted to hook his arm under his friend's arm, but Castiel shoved Sam's arm half-heartedly away and straightened up. His face contorted in pain, the former angel tried to drag himself to the entrance of the bunker, but he couldn't even make two steps, when he stumbled again and Sam caught him, before he could fall to the ground.
Dean was instantly at his other side, and the two brothers supported their best friend as best as they could and helped him into the bunker.
"Sam, take him to the bathroom. He must get out of these clothes. I'll get something for his wounds."
The younger of the two Winchester brothers nodded silently and brought Castiel to their bathroom.
The wounds were not the only thing that Castiel considered unpleasant, no.
Before the Ghost had been able to touch him, he had thrown him into a freezing lake.
His clothes were still soaking wet and they had to be changed quickly.
While Sam helped him to slip out of his wet sweater, the ex-angel was caught up in his own thoughts.
How easy had it been for him to heal his wounds as an angel…
All this was over now and he hated it.
He hated himself for his weakness, he hated Metatron for what he had done to him, and even against his own father he began to feel resentment, because he was no longer there for him or any other angel.
A new wave of pain let him come back into the bitter reality and he hissed and flinched.
Sam looked up, an apologetic twinkle in his eyes and he pulled his hand back, in which he held a wet cloth and cleaned the wound that ran across his upper arm.
"I'm sorry Cas. I try to make it as quick as I can."
The former warrior of God nodded silently and closed his eyes, trying to hide the pain which ran through his body, whenever Sam cleaned one of his wounds.
A few minutes later, Dean joined also and together they managed to take good care of his wounds.
The older Winchester helped him to dress in one of his pajamas, because they would found it to be better when Castiel would went to bed now and got a good portion of sleep.
The next morning, the world would look better again.
At least he hoped that…