I have not seen further than season 4 episode 11 of Supernatural. This is my first Supernatural fic and it's been awhile since I've written ANYTHING so the harsher the critics; the better the chapters. Read and enjoy - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Supernatural (kinda wish I did though). This story is for fun, not profit.
...To Light
He watched her screaming and writhing on the concrete path. A quick flicker from the neighbour's house alerted him to the prying eyes and the screaming next door. It was never an easy thing for humans to behold; a hell-hound ripping out another's soul. Suddenly the woman stopped screaming and lay still. He could see the hound gnawing and salivating on the wisps of black smoke as it padded out of the yard and vanished under the road's kerb in a puff of smoke. Of course he could see the hound; the neighbour could only see the bloody, shredded corpse lit up with the golden sunrise.
He prayed for his charge's soul, that her torment would be minimal and that she would be at peace quickly. He knew it would not possible, but perhaps his Father could provide his charge with some comfort. He hovered away from the corpse as the neighbour came over with her husband to see how they could assist. They could not see him but the lady turned around to look straight at him, through him, towards the sound of sirens.
Castiel could feel the sun's rays warming his eternal light. He gave thanks to the Lord for another beautiful day and a prayer for protection of all living creatures still on earth. With a flap of is wings he returned to Heaven.
He hovered in the dazzling white abyss, this siblings hovering around and whispering to each other. He had lost another soul. How many more could they entrust to him? Why should they entrust the humans to him? He prayed that his Father would send him down again, to prove his worth and enlighten another charge with faith to save their soul. He begged that his Father would provide him with a charge whom would need to make life-changing decisions, on the brink of losing their faith - so that he could demonstrate that he was capable. A true guardian angel.
He realised his prayer was selfish and egotistical. But he hoped his honesty in wanting to save many souls would fall on understanding ears.
Through the rustling voices of his brethren, a tiny peel chimed: "Lawrence, Kansas. Wait for my signal." His prayer had been answered and Anna's order had confirmed it. With a flap of his wings, he flew back to earth.
He landed in a playground in the middle of the small town. He was always landed in parks, drawn to children's laughter and this was noisiest, happiest place in Lawrence. The squeals of laughter and the imagination of the small creatures was always a fascination to him. To be able to feel emotions and think outside of orders was not in his physiology. He watched the sky for a sign; it was a tradition of Anna's since two thousand years ago.
While he waited, he caught a glimpse of his surroundings. A young couple both with long hair and torn jeans were sitting on a bench in the shade. They were staring intensely at each other and then the young man started mauling the lady. Castiel zapped to their side to instill calmness and shame in the young man so he would stop attacking her - then Castiel stopped. The lady smiled as the young man continued to eat her face and a little giggle escaped her. Castiel hovered away and took a couple of minutes to make sure they showed no signs of demon possession. But the couple appeared to be indifferent to the carnivorous act. If he had known any better; he could have sworn that they liked it. For once he was glad that he had not been promoted to take a vessel. That kind of affection seemed unpleasant.
Backing away into the light near the playground he snatched brief looks at the couple, just to be sure, and tried to focus on the sky. There to the north, the evening star was a little brighter this early in the afternoon. That was the signal.
He found himself in front of a large white house with an old gnarled tree swaying gently in the evening breeze. A shiny black car was parked in the driveway, reflecting the stars in the darkening sky. He peered up and sure enough the evening star beamed over the house. He nodded to the heaven and wafted through the front door.
A warm light was coming from the lounge room to the left of him and he followed the sound of soft murmurings. There in a rocking chair was a tall dark man hunched over a squirming bundle in his arms. He was softly humming to tune to the little one: "... don't you cry no more..." He mumbled and kissed the youngster's head, but the baby kept sniffling and silently crying.
Castiel hovered closer above the two in the chair and looked down at the baby in the man's arms. The child stopped his tears and his two big green eyes looked directly at Castiel, unblinking, staring. The man looked behind him to see what had captured his son's attention but could not see the angel and looked at the wall confused. "What are you looking at, Dean?"
But the baby kept staring directly at Castiel and the angel could feel his eternal light glow a little brighter. His new charge; his brand new charge. He gave thanks to his understanding Father. He could start again, from the beginning and save this little one's soul.