A Day In The Life Of Castiel: Angel of the Lord.
"Cas!" came Dean Winchesters voice booming through the void. "Cas! Get your feathery ass down here!"
Castiel heaves a long-suffering, heavy sigh. He loves all of his Father's creations, but Dean Winchester is especially difficult to deal with.
What makes it worse is that Castiel's brothers and sisters laugh at him for being a mud monkey's 'bitch'.
"Dean, you do not have to shout." Castiel says as he arrives with the sound of rustling wings.
"Dude we've been calling you for hours!"
Castiel crinkles his brow in worried confusion as he slightly tilts his head and says, "Dean, if I had heard you I would have come. As it is this is the first time I've heard from you in days."
Sam and Dean share a look.
Sometimes Catsiel thinks about disobeying Dean's wishes and reading their thoughts, but he never does. He wants their trust. This is something his brothers and sisters cannot understand. Why would Castiel care about whether or not a mud monkey trusted him? Their Father command their love for his creatures, he never said they had to like them. But Catsiel does, he likes the Winchester brothers. They are loyal and brave, and the most important thing to them is family. He admires their stubbornness where most people would call them foolish. Yet at times like these all he wants to do is follow a very sensible expression. He wants to 'hang them by their toes'. It's the only expression he understands, and it's the only one he would ever like to literally follow through with. The Winchester boys frustrate him to no end.
"Anyway we think something is messing with the town, us included. A witch or a demon maybe, we haven't been able to properly hunt it." Sam says frustrated, clenching his jaw tight.
Castiel nods ands leaves before they can say anything else, he finds the demon, smites it and returns to the Winchester's motel room. All in the span of the few moments in which it takes Dean to cross from the bed he was sitting on to where the Angel stood before.
Castiel arrives in Deans personal space, and before Dean can raise any protest he swiftly moves out of it.
"The demon is taken care of." He intones gravely. With that he disappears in a flurry of flapping noises Dean suspects is not only his wings.
"What's eating his ass?" Dean asks confused. Sam just shrugs. Dean narrows his eyes at where the angel stood moments before. "He didn't even stay in my personal space!" Dean says almost sounding affronted.
"I thought that's what you wanted." Sam asks with a smirk.
"Not the point." Dean growls out, "Remind me to get him to try pie. Or get him drunk. Or laid. Or maybe all three?" he says thoughtfully.
Sam just rolls his eyes and shakes his head, 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Dean Winchester's magical cure all solution' Sam thinks sarcastically 'Booze, sex and pie.'…'Not necessarily in that order.' He adds drolly.
The End.
