A/N: I decided to write this story because all the Castiel stories I've read are ones where it's Castiel/Dean which I don't find entertaining (nothing against the authors, some were well written). So I decided to write my own story in which Castiel falls in love with an original female character.
This is my first Supernatural story, but not my first story altogether. Please critic this as best as you can, I find all comments useful and won't get mad if you suggest something - I love comments that help me write better!
This story takes place after season four and I'll try to stay as true to the show as I can but if I get something mixed up feel free to point it out! (Sorry for the huge introduction I tend to ramble)
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Castiel gazed at the girl; his head tilted a little to the left as he observed her with his electric cobalt eyes from the corner of her two-room apartment. He studied the way she was hunched over the green marble top counter, her left hand holding her brown hair out of her face while the other held a simple black pen. He watched her not out of some stalker's need but rather out of fascination as she flipped through a massive textbook in front of her and scribbled down notes on a pad of paper. Castiel marveled at her neat penmanship considering how fast she was writing to take down all of the notes she could before she had to leave for her class which was in ten minutes according to her schedule.
He shifted his position and took a few steps closer towards the girl; moving so that he was only a few feet away. But even though his movement was not as subtle as it could have been he knew that she would not notice him where he stood. Castiel possessed the ability to become invisible - though he did not like to use the term invisible. He deemed it too much of a childish expression for a being as powerful as himself. But no matter what others called it he still considered it to be one of his many attributes that he found useful when he was sent on a mission.
So now he stood near her, pondering the instructions he had received in terms of the girl before him. All Zachariah had said was that he was supposed to watch this girl; protect and guide her all costs. Castiel did not know why but for some reason this girl was worth something to heaven and her safety depended on him.
The girl lifted her golden brown eyes to look at the clock which hung on the plain beige wall behind Castiel. As her eyes passed over the place where Castiel stood her sweeping gaze paused on a particular spot. She felt as though there was something there, just beyond her detection. Castiel remained stock still, only his eyes moving to widen in shock at the thought that she could see him. But then she dismissed the notion and her eyes moved on to the clock, causing Castiel to sigh with relief. He had been told to remain concealed until further notice and disobeying Zachariah's orders would land him in trouble.
The girl returned her attention to her books and gathered them up, shoving them forcefully into her tan side bag before slinging it over her shoulder. As she stood up and turned to leave her apartment Castiel was able to study her attire. She was garbed in navy shorts, the kind that hiked themselves up her legs and made Castiel regret remembering that she was a human and not one of his own kind. Her light blue and white tank top fit her slim physique nicely, something that Castiel did not miss. He noted her petite feet clad in navy blue flip flops and the silver ankle bracelet that wound loosely around her creamy left ankle. As he found himself liking the way her long, brown hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders he forced himself to look away, his thoughts assaulting him in his mind, how can I think of her this way? He snarled mentally at himself, my kind is not supposed to view humans like this. I'm not supposed to find her…he gulped once and begrudgingly admitted the feature, attractive. He lifted his eyes to look at her disappearing form as she shut the door behind her.
Castiel remained standing there for a few moments as he listened to the small metal click as she locked the door, followed by the smacking of her flip flops as she walked down the hallway. A moment later Castiel was standing in the elevator when the door opened and the girl stepped in, oblivious to his presence. Movement such as what he had just displayed was easy for him to accomplish, but the action was too complex for a human mind to comprehend.
The girl clutched her bag closely to her while she reached out to press the elevator button. As the elevator went down from floor three to floor one, the elevator only stopped once to let on a lone man who eyed the girl up and down. From where he stood in the corner Castiel could tell the man was built up with lust and malice; he could tell that from the man's mere expression. But reaching out to the man with the power of his mind Castiel found his thoughts to be even more repulsive than what he could perceive with just his eyes. Luckily the elevator soon stopped at the lobby and the three passengers left the elevator. Castiel glared at the man as he walked in the opposite direction, glad that he had not tried to harm the girl.
With lithe dancer like movements the girl strode through the lobby with purpose and determination to not be late to her religion class. She exited the lobby and onto the bustling street where her taxi was already waiting for her. She had called ahead to be sure that she could get a ride seeing as her ride was currently undergoing some mechanical fixes. She slid into the backseat and shut the door quickly behind her, a small key chain getting caught in the door. Exasperated she re-opened the door and tugged the friendship bracelet which hung on the chain back in and closed the door back again.
Castiel moved quickly and soon found himself sitting in the back of the cab near the girl, watching her fiddle with the single key chain on her bag. Again he began to ponder what was so special about this girl, what was it about her that meant so much to his Father? He spent the twenty minute ride to her college wondering what it was that made her different from all the rest of the humans who went about their business every day. Perhaps she was a hunter, or soon to be one of the any vessels who serve God.
When they arrived at their destination the girl thanked the driver and paid him, giving him more than was necessary for the tip. Castiel concluded that either she was being unintelligent or just generous. She walked the half a mile to where her class was, Castiel trailing her the entire time undetected by any of the student body. He noticed the school's name which hung in silver lettering across a building which faced the road, Saint Theresa's he thought to himself wondering what made her pick a Catholic university.
She hurried along to her class, passing a few people along the way and exchanging brief hellos before finally reaching her destination. As she entered the building a gust of warm air enveloped her causing her to momentarily shiver as another squall of cold air blew in behind her. Although it was spring, just a week before she was done with college, the weather in Vermont was still moderately cold this time of year.
Castiel followed her as she entered into her religion class which was instructed by a stout bald man whom Castiel could tell was no Catholic. The man's thoughts made Castiel wonder what business he had in teaching a class he did not believe in. But Castiel was not there to judge so he stood in the back of the small room watching on the lookout for any danger that might come the girl's way. He stood there for the entire forty-minute class and when it was over he watched as the girl along with the rest of her classmates left the room, most of them disgruntled about the essay that had just been assigned to them. Castiel found the topic ironic; the students were to write about angels.
The girl walked towards the back of the room, passing right by Castiel without even noticing him. She looked at the clock that hung on the wall, biting her lip when she saw that it was already 6:40. Castiel wondered what she was thinking but reading thoughts of those around him cost him energy, and after using his powers for moving from place to place and reading the thoughts of the elevator man and her teacher, Castiel felt a little worn out.
Once again the girl got into a cab that was already waiting for her in the school's parking lot. Castiel noted that it was a small school for a college, but then again the dwindling population might be due to the fact that so close to the end kids were cutting school. The girl rode in the taxi but this time it didn't drive to her apartment but rather down a few side streets until at last it stopped at a mechanic's. Again she thanked the driver and tipped him extra before hopping out and walking towards the dingy front room of the mechanic's.
Bells clanged noisily against each other as she opened the door but she seemed to find them indifferent as though she were accustomed to hearing them often. A man who appeared to be her age stepped out from around the corner wiping his hands on a dirty rag before slinging it over his shoulder. He was dressed in torn up jeans and a plain green tee-shirt with a white undershirt which was visible through a hole in the green shirt. He pushed his curly light brown hair out of his deep brown eyes to look at who had come in the door. When he saw the girl a smile spread over his face and he beamed, "Ella!" he said happily before walking over and gripping her in a hug.
"Hey Noah!" she replied cheerfully as he released her from his voice-tight grasp. Castiel stood there motionless, her name was Ella. He mulled over the name in his head, wondering what it would sound like to say in casual conversation, Ella. Well, that was one more piece of information he had gathered about the mysterious girl, but he knew that he still had a lot to discover since Zachariah had told him nothing but her address.
Castiel's attention returned to the moment at hand as Noah led Ella through a jointed door and into the huge garage where there was an assortment of vehicles. He led her to the back where there was an oddly shaped thing under rumpled blankets. With a proud smile on his face Noah yanked the blankets off to reveal a shiny red motorcycle. Noah placed his hand on the black leather seat, "Well, it's all ready" he said still smiling before adding, "But you might wanna take her for a quick test drive before you leave just to make sure everything's the way you want it". Castiel felt a knot grow in his stomach, followed by a wave of unease. The most disconcerting thing for him at that moment was not that he was feeling something towards a human, but rather that Ella was going to ride that thing.
She nodded her head, "It's okay, I trust you" she said in a voice that made Castiel know these two had a connection that ran deep, he just didn't know how deep. Noah appeared a bit uneasy at her response as though he was worried something might still be wrong. Ella sensed his apprehension so she changed her answer, "Tell you what, why don't we take it to my place and you can stay the night".
Noah smiled; "Absolutely!" he said as he grabbed a set of keys off a nearby counter and tucked them into his pocket. Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, was Noah her boyfriend?
Ella pulled her hair into a high ponytail before lifting the kickstand and hopping on the bike. Noah tossed her a shiny black key which she stuck in the machine causing it to roar to life while he jumped on the back, "Ready?" she asked him as he wound his hands around her waist causing Castiel to become somewhat enraged. However he didn't have time to mull over his feelings because just then Noah grunted his yes and the machine was thrust forward and sped out of the garage.
"Slow down Ella!" Noah yelled as the bike kicked up a cloud of dust and she swerved to the left. Ella's only response was her glee-full giggle and the snarl of the bike's acceleration as she spurred it on faster. Castiel remained in shock for a moment before regaining his stability and running after the two on the bike. Even if he wasn't using his powers to move himself, he could still run pretty fast…
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A/N: Well, if you read that entire thing thanks for sticking with it, I hope you liked it! Please review! I'll be sure to update soon!
~ Ariel