Okay, so…I wasn't going to write more of this but people put it on alerts and hinted things of a next chapter, and so here I am. If you want me to do more, then I will, but if not…then this is the last chapter. Thanks for reading and thanks for the reviews! Please continue to do so? ;) Thanks so much! Sorry it's so short...
I Still Feel the Same
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Dean's voice was loud and clear in the angels' head as he flew through the air, searching for where that tugging sensation was trying to guide him. He had always felt a sort of bond with the elder Winchester, after all, and he had never questioned it. Dean was actually praying, it seemed, if those niggling words at the back of Castiel's mind were anything to go by, and that in and of itself was a miracle. Dean wasn't known for praying, after all. Castiel was pretty sure that if he hadn't raised Dean from Hell and the Apocalypse had started, Dean still wouldn't, to this day, believe in angels or Heaven or God or anything like that.
And now I lay me down to sleep.
Dean? Using one of the oldest prayer-starters in the book? A smile flittered quickly across Castiel's face…or, more accurately, the face of Jimmy Novak. He had become sort of attached to this body and he guessed the human part of him, the memories and the emotions, left him feeling sentimental for this form. He and this body had been through a lot, after all. And besides, it was the form Dean and Sam would most recognize. When he had left Heaven, he had been surprised to find himself already entering into this body even though it shouldn't have even still existed. Strange, how powerful angels were at times. He had almost forgotten…and yet he hadn't.
I pray to Castiel…
Dean was praying to him, of all angels? Well…that made something warm course through Castiel. His love for the human throbbed deeply.
…to get his feathery ass down here.
And of course Dean had to go and ruin the moment.
Feathery? His ass, if he were to use such crude words, was certainly not feathery. In fact, even in angel form, it wasn't. It simply…was just there, but yet it wasn't. And in human form…well, humans certainly didn't have feathery asses.
C'mon, Cas, don't be a dick.
Leave it to Dean to insult him and pray for him at the same time. A faint smile appeared across the angel's face as he soared through the air, pinpointing the Winchesters' location. They were in some hotel in Pennsylvania.
We've got ourselves a plague-like situation down here…
Plague-like situation? Well, that certainly didn't sound good. It actually sounded like the Staff of Moses, to be honest. It had been stolen from Heaven, along with a few other weapons. They had been safely tucked under lock and key but now, they were loose among mankind, which was always cause to worry. It wasn't that he didn't trust or like humans - he was in love with one, after all - but when the wrong kind of weapons got put into their hands, well…chaos tended to follow and ensnare the world. And that was bad, right? It certainly wasn't good.
Do ya…Do ya copy?
Dean's voice sounded so shy, so…hopeful and yet frightened, as though he thought Castiel might ignore his call. The angel could never do that, though, even if he wanted to…which he didn't. He arrived at the hotel a moment later and zapped into the room, startling Dean slightly as he glanced up quietly from the bed, his eyes widening a bit.
"…He's right behind me, isn't he?" Sam mumbled before looking to see Castiel standing there, looking at him in return.
Castiel took in a small breath and exhaled slowly. "Hello."
How awesome was last night's episode? Seriously ;) Anyway, thanks for reading! Reviews are love! Let me know if you want me to write more or not, 'cause otherwise, this is it. Thanks!
~Muffy the Dough Slayer~