AN: I know, I know; I should be working on the next installment of the Angelic Familiar Series. But I can't bring myself to write continuous fluff yet after the finale. So here's this instead. It has the potential to have fluffy parts and dark parts, which is kinda the messed up state my brain is currently in so it works out wonderfully. I'm going to shut-up now and you're going to read, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, otherwise there would be hugs and cake and happy endings for everyone!
Warning: Un-beta'd as per usual. I realize I suck at typing, so there tend to be a few spelling errors. Sorry about that.
Castiel Novak was a devout Christian, he believed in God, Heaven and Angels. But he was also a hunter, so he knew that demons and other dark things existed in the world. These two facts also explained his current predicament.
He was surrounded by five demons in front of an old church in which he had hoped to take sanctuary in before they caught up to him. Which obviously hadn't happened. Knife in one hand and gun in the other, he constantly shifted his position, trying to keep as many of the demons in sight as possible. Blinking away blood and sweat from his eyes, Castiel ground his teeth together as he tried to force himself to stay alert. The demons continued to toy with the injured hunter, laughing as his strength started to waver.
"So close, yet oh so far away. Poor little hunter." A female demon teased, moving closer.
Raising his gun and aiming it at her head, Castiel snarled at her, "Stay back!"
"Or what? You're going to shoot me? Sorry, but you've given yourself a bit of a reputation for not hurting the meatsuits we choose. So why don't you put the weapons down and just come along quietly."
"I'd rather die." He ground out, taking a couple stumbled steps towards the church.
"Oh, you have no idea how much I'd love to fulfill that request, but our orders are to bring you in alive." The demon told him in a sickly sweet voice as she signaled the others. With his reflexes hampered by his injuries, Castiel didn't even have a chance to put up a fight. Two demons came up from behind him, grabbing his arms and forcing him to his knees. He grunted at the jolt of pain the motion sent through his body.
"Why do you want me alive?" He asked through clenched teeth, tugging at his arms weakly.
"Well let's think about this, hunter. You've managed to piss off quite a few of the big boys downstairs over the years. Why do you think they want you? Revenge is such a sweet thing you know." She cooed, running her fingers down the side of his face before pulling back and backhanding him. Spitting out blood, Castiel glared up at her briefly before smiling and closing his eyes.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas,"
"Shut him the fuck up!" The female demon screeched, her hands flying up to cover her ears. The demons holding him let go suddenly, causing him to fall forward onto his hands as he continued reciting the exorcism.
"Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nom-"
He was cut off as a boot connected with his stomach. His vision blurred out of focus as he collapsed onto the ground and curled himself into a ball. The demon continued to kick him while he was down and managed to connect one to his head finally. His body instantly went limp. Before his eyes closed, he saw a bright light fill the area and heard the demons scream in agony. As his consciousness started fading, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder before blacking out.
IT'SAPAGEBREAK,DUNDUNDUN!
When he woke, Castiel was confused. Keeping his eyes closed, he mentally reviewed his body and recent events. He remembered everything that had happened and knew he should be in pain because of it, but he wasn't. He was actually feeling better than he had in months.
Opening his eyes and sitting up slowly, he inspected his surroundings. Candles light illuminated what had to be the inside of the church he'd been trying to escape to from the demons. Hunter instincts kicking in, he unsheathed his remaining wrist blade and stood. Looking around he noticed a man sprawled out on the altar, one of his legs dangling over the side and swinging back and forth. Castiel approached him slowly, not knowing who it was or what he was doing there. As he came closer, he could hear the other man humming something that sounded vaguely like Metallica. Clearing his throat loudly, he let the other man know he was there. The humming stopped.
"Yeah, yeah. I knew you were there already, coulda just said 'Hi' or something. Oh, and you can put the knife away, I'm not here to hurt you. I mean seriously, I could have just left you to the demons if that were the case." The man said in a deep voice as he sat up with both legs hanging over the edge of the altar. His dirty blond hair was cropped short and his eyes were a stunning green, which were shining with amusement.
"You know about demons?" Castiel asked cautiously.
"Duh." Came the eloquent answer.
"Are you a Hunter?"
"Nope."
"Then why did you save me?"
"I had orders to."
"Orders? From who?"
"Upstairs." The blond said matter-of-factly, pointing towards the ceiling.
"Upstairs… As in Heaven?" The question left Castiel as a whisper.
"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner! I'm here to guide you and help you and blah, blah, blah other stuff."
"So y-you, you're an…" Castiel stuttered slightly as he stared open mouthed at the man before him. With a wide grin on his face, the other man stood up on the altar and spread his arms out to his sides. Lightning flashed as the silhouettes of two large wings spread across the wall behind him.
"My name is Deaniel and I am a mother fucking, certified badass Angel of the Lord. Feel free to grovel, it's ok."
Castiel fell to his knees, eyes wide in shock. He had been saved by an angel! An unorthodox one, but an angel none the less. He clasped his hands together, bowed his head and began to pray, thanking God and Deaniel profusely.
"Dude, I'm right here! You don't have to pray to me." Deaniel said in an annoyed tone as he jumped down from the altar. Castiel blushed slightly and bowed his head lower.
"My apologizes."
"Eh, it's fine. And it's just Dean, by the way."
"Huh?" Castiel asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
"Don't call me by my true name, it sounds too girly. And since I'm going to be hanging with you on Earth here it's better that I use a more normal name that Deaniel. So it's just Dean." The angel explained.
"I see. I'll make sure to remember that." The hunter promised as he got up off the ground, "So angels do look just like humans." He observed.
"What? Oh, no. This is just a vessel. My true form could melt your face off or kill you if you actually saw it." Dean said nonchalantly. Castiel was taken aback, the angel was possessing someone?
"So you're possessing some innocent person who probably had a family and are worried sick about him?" He asked angrily, hands clenching into fists. Dean cocked an eyebrow at the outburst and rolled his eyes.
"Before you even continue on that tirade, I'll fill you in on how this works. Angels have to ask permission to use someone as a vessel. So obviously, this guy said yes when I asked him if I could use his body. So just shut-up and deal with it. Cause whether you like it or not, your sorry ass is stuck with me until my orders say otherwise, God damn it!" Dean told him irritably. Castiel was staring at him wide eyes and open mouthed again, "What?"
"You're an angel, you shouldn't be able to take the Lord's name in vain. Or swear even."
"Fuck that noise. News flash buddy, angels aren't anything like you think we are. We're soldiers: We don't wear diapers, we don't all play the harp and sing God's praises all day, and haloes aren't a sign of holiness, they're weapons! So sorry to crush all your little ideals of us and what not, but that's how it is." He said darkly, his face hard and angry.
Stunned into silence, Castiel couldn't even formulate a response. Dean's face softened and he looked away.
"Sorry, I have a bit of a temper." He apologized gruffly, running a hand through his hair and kicking at something on the floor.
"Oh, no. The fault is mine. I should have realized, sorry." Castiel said hurriedly, crossing himself and praying for forgiveness.
"Realized what? That humanity's overactive imagination has created an image of angels that's the complete opposite of what we really are? Nah, It's not your fault. And please stop with all the praying and crossing and eye averting stuff, it's going to get old fast." Dean said as he walked up to Castiel.
"What do you mean?"The hunter asked.
"Consider me your guardian angel for the time being. You've got some important work coming your way and it's my job to make sure you fulfill your destiny." The angel wrapped an arm around his shoulders and started walking them towards the door of the church, "Now, I'm totally excited to try this whole eating thing, so what do you say we go find some food, huh?"
"Uh," Castiel began, but his stomach chose that moment to let the world know it had been awhile since his last meal, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea actually."
"Awesome!"
They walked down the aisle and out the door. Castiel paused at the top of the stairs, looking around for the demons.
"Don't worry, I took care of them already." The angel said, and as if reading his mind when Castiel frowned added, "The demons are dead and the people they possessed are already back at their homes, safe and sound."
"Thank you."
"No problem. But I do know of an actual problem. Where do we find food?" Dean's face was scrunched up in uncertainty. Castiel's lips twirked up in a small, amused smile. Dean may talk like an average American, but he was still an angel and had no idea how people did things.
"Come on, my car is just a couple blocks away. I'll drive us to an Arby's or something for some food." The hunter said as he descended the stairs. He got to the bottom and looked back to see if Dean had followed him. The angel was nowhere to be seen.
"Whatcha lookin' for?" A voice said from behind him. Spinning around, he came face-to-face with Dean's smug smirk, "Angel, remember? So a car you say? I've always been interested in those, they seem cool enough. Though nothing is as fast as teleporting. I could just teleport us some place and when we're done I can bring us back for your car."
"Uh, as great as that sounds Dean, you can't just go teleporting to into the middle of public places." Castiel explained, stepping around the angel and walking down the sidewalk towards where his car was.
"Why not?"
"Because not everyone can teleport. If you know about cars and whatnot, shouldn't you know that?" A combination of annoyance and sarcasm laced Castiel's voice as he spoke.
"Hey now, gimme a break. This is my first time on Earth and I'm kinda excited. Can't blame me for some things slipping my mind now can you?" Dean replied as he suddenly appeared next to him. Castiel involuntarily jumped a little when he materialized out of thin air.
"So, it's Cas, right?" The angel continued talking.
"It's Castiel."
"Like my brother, the angel of Thursday. Whoopdie-freaking-doo."
"Yes, I was named after him." Castiel answered, mildly embarrassed for some reason.
"So to differentiate, I'm going to call you Cas." Dean told him plainly.
"I prefer to be called by my full name, if you don't mind."
"Sure thing Cassie." Castiel stopped walking and stared at the angel who kept going, a smug grin on his face as he passed him, "Come on dude! Where's your car, I want to eat already!"
The hunter stared after the angel for a moment before jogging to catch up to him. He could tell already this was going to be like babysitting a giant toddler. Oh joy.
AN: Good? Bad? What the hell is going on? Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated!