Castiel Diaries

What a strange place this world is. Every little being is so restless. Castiel looked around the barren fields to find not a single human soul was watching. "It's time," his words were sublime.

The ground shook below him like thunder had entered the land. He got down to his knees and closed his eyes. His fingertips stood but an inch from the ground and great power soared through his veins towards his hands.

The energy released itself from Castiel as a white blinding light; he grasped what he was looking for. Dark flames began to escape from Hell to the dead grass that smoked before him.

Castiel closed his eyes as a body emerged out of the dead soil and sand. The body laid still.

I hope this worked. Castiel unwillingly let go of the shoulder leaving a blood-red hand print. It was Dean Winchester.

Castiel had never met a human in person before. This one had been a saved soul. He wasn't what his Father would call pure.

Nevertheless, he kneeled down near Dean's head. His body had gone through much suffering, he thought. Castiel stroked the back of his soft pale hands against Dean's strong rough jaws.

There was no response.

"Dean?" He whispered out solemnly. His heart raced to see what this mysterious man had inside of him. Castiel brought his head close to Dean's chest.

So impure. It made it seem so much more wrong. Castiel's mind and body ached to meet this man.

A faint heartbeat was soon awakening. It seemed as if they both felt that connection.

Castiel watched over Dean with his body shadowing him from the unforgiving sun. He waited for some kind of response, some kind of sign.

Castiel forced himself to not touch Dean but his hands gave out. He lowered his head near Dean's. He spread his dark wings covering both of them.

Underneath it was dark and cool. He felt the more he cared for Dean, the more he responded. I must bring him back.

His cheek felt Dean's warm breathing. His chest began to rise and fall like a normal human's. Castiel placed his palm on Dean's bare chest feeling every blood cell circulating through his tough built.

Dean's impure blood ascended to his head. Dean began to move his head when the feeling starting coming back to his face. Their faces were touching at the cheeks.

Castiel's eyes widened not wanting to know the consequences. He brushed his face against Dean's savouring the moment.

I mustn't disappoint my Father, his mind called out. I can't resist, his heart spoke back. Castiel found himself reaching around Dean's body until his body was parallel to his. His wings fell over them.

Castiel's face lowered down to meet Dean's, at his soft lips. Castiel's worries and struggles seemed to tear away the closer he came to Dean.

Feeling came back in Dean's face. Unable to open his eyes, Dean allowed Castiel to lead.

Dean felt the pressure of Castiel's body resting on his. Castiel's hand slowly moved lower down Dean's torso. Castiel's face flushed red.

Castiel held Dean's face softly with his other palm. His lips pressed against Dean's tightly.

A crack of light entered Dean's eyes and what he saw was a blurry figure. His eyes slowly began to open.

More light hit his iris and a speck of water flowed through healing his dry eyes. Dean opened his eyelids finding himself on his back looking up at the clouds that were lit up by sunrays.

There was nothing else to be seen in the barren dry field.