My Angel
Castiel was my angel. He was always there, always watching. I was a little girl when he appeared to me, a blur of wings and light. I could see him in his true form, one of a few who could survive the experience. I was chosen, he said, to be a vessel. I didn't understand nor did he. Just following orders, he said, as he guided me through my life. Always there, my angel, my guardian, my friend.
I met the Winchesters through Castiel. Our paths were destined to cross, he had told me. I believed him because my angel would never lie to me. We fought beside each other, Dean, Sam and I. Then the demon we were hunting killed Bobby. Sam took off in pursuit and Dean broke down. I stayed with him while he tried in vain to contact Castiel. My angel wouldn't come, wouldn't help. He was gone. He had left us alone, to deal with our grief and anger.
So we turned to each other . It wasn't supposed to happen. Neither one loved the other, our hearts belonging to the same person who still didn't return. We caught up with Sam, killed the demon, and prepared to go our separate ways.
My angel returned, preventing me from leaving. He told me that I was the vessel for the chosen child, born of the union between the one who can see angels and the hunter. So, of course, I stayed. Stayed while the angels and the demons attacked, threatened by the existence of this child. We contacted Chuck to learn more and he claimed to not know anything more, only that the child was special.
On the day he was born, our son was so beautiful. Dark hair, serious eyes for a newborn, a calm about him that filled the room as he entered this world. I held him and touched his face. That's the last thing I remember. A brain aneurysm is apparantly a painless death.
So here I am now, standing beside the bed, watching the doctors leaving after declaring me dead as Sam holds his nephew and Dean screams for Castiel. My angel appears and tells Dean that he can't help me. That my destiny was fulfilled.
"Her destiny?" Dean is screaming at Castiel, furious. "Her destiny was to be an incubator for the chosen child, MY child, and then just die? Do you know how messed up that is?"
"Yes it is," agrees Castiel "but it's what must happen. Your son is destined to grow up without his mother, as both you and Sam did. You are responsible for keeping him safe. He is your child, your flesh and blood." Dean shakes his head.
"I can't do this alone Cas. You know I can't." Castiel nods.
"You won't be alone Dean. I'm here and Sam is here. Be strong. You have a long battle in front of you, but I know you can do this. You have been tasked with this responsibility; you have no choice but to accept it." Sam hands my son back to his father and Dean sits in the chair, finally breaking down and holding our son to his chest. Wow...I don't even know my son's name. I know Dean is not so much mourning me as it is his fear overtaking him. And I wish I could help him. Instead, my angel appears behind me and tells me it's time to go. I don't want to leave, I want to be able to say good-bye, to tell them I'll watch over them both, that I'll always be there, but I can't.
My angel, my friend, my love, my guardian, my killer. I have no choice but to follow him wherever he leads me.
A/N: This little drabble is entirely based on a dream I had the other night. I don't believe that I was the OFC in this story but remember watching the whole scenario unfolding and I woke up crying.