Rating: G
Genre: General
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Castiel, No pairing
Warnings: None of this ficlet.
Spoilers: If you haven't seenepisode 4x20 The Rapture then a small spoiler.
Authors Note:I own nothing *sigh*
Flight
The air shifted a flutter of wings and he was there. That is what it looked like to the humans he spent his time with, but to his angelic eyes he can see the electric blue of his grace cradling him an extension of his thoughts and wishes to not be there and to now be here all to quick for the human eye to hope to see. A simple idea formed and decided upon and he feels great wings unfurl. In flight his vessel thrums with the power it is holding, a power that almost overwhelms. This solid form is bent and altered to move through and around the matter that fills this plane of existence held together by the thin but strong web of his grace. Only the special few carrying a precious gift in their blood can hope for their minds and bodies to survive the possessions of an angel. He finds it almost uncomfortable to be in Jimmy's body especially in flight oft times he misses the freedom of his true form. He knows from times long past that the discomfort eases after a time and his form will bond more with his vessel the longer he spends in it. Enough time spent in this vessel and flight in this form will be as comfortable as in his true form. He looks over at the motel he's standing outside of lost in his thoughts and feels his charges consciousness fighting off the last slumbers grasp. With a thought he takes flight.
