Okay, here's the second chapter! Yes, I know, it came out so quickly! I hope you guys will enjoy this one! :D

I wanted to say, just for a little image, you can imagine Cas looking kinda like a creature from the movie Avatar. Except...feathered... But yeah, he's not supposed to be a creepy, big-headed, beady-eyed, alien dude. Nope, that's not how I roll, I'm not gonna make a fanfic where Cas is creepy.

Oh, and FYI, the language Cas starts speaking in, is a real language. It's actually Latin, and if you're curious to what it means, you can just ask me! :) I'm studying Latin in school, so... Oh! And if you find out that it's wrong, please tell me! Again, I'm still learning, but I'm pretty positive it's correct.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! And please if you have any questions or just wanted to say you liked it, I'd love to hear that from you in a review! It really keeps me going! But, anyway, enjoy this chapter and follow, favorite, and comment if you do!

Thanks! XD


Bobby Singer sat at the small table in his kitchen with his youngest nephew. Sometimes, he wished Sam and Dean would leave and get their own lives, homes, jobs. Moments like this were completely good examples what he thought about that wish: on one hand, he loved being able to sit with Sam while they just talk over a beer, but on the other hand, worrying about Dean was the worst feeling ever.

Bobby felt an annoyed sigh come from his mouth. He felt Sam look over at him before his youngest nephew said, "You know, Uncle Bobby, if you're really that worried about him…you can go look for him."

The old man met his nephew's gaze as he defended himself, "I ain't worrin', ya idjit!" Sam lifted his hands in defense. Bobby then sighed, gentler this time. "Get a beer from the fridge, son. We'll be celebratin' you going to college. I'm sure yer brother will be fine."

Sam quirked a small smile as he went to the fridge, pulled out two beers, and took a seat beside his uncle. They sat together, just talking about random things, and, for a while, it was nice. Just him and his nephew. Well, that was until the trouble-maker burst into the room.

'Burst' was an excellent way of describing how Dean came in through the door in his kitchen. The door flew open, bouncing off the wall a bit, when the young man came in panting and…wet? The old man looked out the window to see rain pouring down from the sky and hitting the ground fiercely. It was raining…again. Great, that was exactly what they needed. More rain.

"Hey…!" the young mechanic greeted through heavy pantings and a wide smile.

"What're you smilin' 'bout?" Bobby asked, suspicion clear in his tone.

Dean's eyes widened and he stood up straight. "Uh…there was a meteorite."

Bobby and Sam's eyes widened, as well. "What!?" the older man exclaimed. "What d'ya mean there was a meteorite!?"

"You mean that comet that was flying through the sky a little while ago!?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean answered as he fumbled through the pantry next to the fridge. "Well, except for the comet part." He turned around, this time with tons of medical supplies in his arms. "It was actually a meteor that landed in our field." The young man suddenly looked up at his brother and uncle. "Don't worry, I cleaned it up."

Bobby looked down at the four first aid kits in his hands. "Did ya get hurt er somethin'?"

Dean's eyes widened again as he glanced between his uncle and the supplies he was carrying. "Oh…yeah…. This is…for me…." He started to move towards the door backwards.

"Do yeh need help?" Bobby asked seriously, eyebrow raising.

"Oh! Nah, I got it," Dean closed one eye, lifted one side of his mouth in a smile, and shook his head with a small laugh.

"Are ya sur-" the old mechanic wasn't able to finish as his nephew was suddenly running outside. Bobby shook his head, turning back to Sam. "Yer brother sometimes, Sam."

Bobby saw himself as a very intelligent man. He enjoyed studying and learning, so he knew of many things. There was one thing, however, that he believed that, no matter how much he studied it, he would never understand for as long as he lived: Dean Winchester.


Dean ran across the muddy grass, under the few trees that grew on the twenty-acre land they lived on, and past the salvage yard. He finally got to the old barn that sat around several trees. The young mechanic then pushed the door open with his side and burst into the old building.

When he got to the main part of the wooden building, he froze. He looked at the large bed of hay that he had made for the creature that had fallen from the sky, which was now…empty. Dean felt the four first aid kits drop from his arms as he looked around the barn, cautious of the fact that there might still be a dangerous being on his uncle's property.

The young mechanic scanned the old barn, now terrified that this strange creature would attack him. Suddenly, something from beside him moved. Dean's head turned towards the sound.

The young mechanic suddenly found himself staring back into shockingly blue eyes, those of a truly unearthly thing. Its once limp wings were now up and alert, as were the feathers on its mane, and the fluorescently glowing spots that scattered all around its body shined brightly, illuminating its face.

Their eyes locked for quite a long time, neither of them wanting to make a move as they just studied each other. Dean suddenly was filled with an unexplainable feeling as he began to realize that this creature, no matter how threatening or scary it may seem, it did not wish to hurt him. This winged creature was just as scared of him as he was of it. This thing, this creature, was…a person, just like him.

It was so strange, because, as he stared into the eyes of this unearthly creature, he never felt so similar to something than now.

Suddenly, the creature's wings flared out before darting behind a wall. "No! Wait!" Dean called, reaching a hand towards where the creature vanished.

A low growl came from behind the wall as the creature stepped out a little from behind the wall. Its—His blue eyes and little dots that littered his body glowed brightly in the dark. The feathers on his mane vibrated, his wings stretched out threateningly, and he bared his teeth as another low growl came from his mouth.

The creature stepped forward into the light more, making the feathers that covered his chest shine. The low growl continued, but Dean had a feeling that it was only a useless warning.

The young mechanic then scanned the creature's body. He suddenly saw how extremely hurt this thing was. Practically, his entire body was covered in terrible burns and scars. It was almost like the creature had just huddled up in a fireplace and let the flames scorch his skin.

Suddenly, the creature opened its mouth and said in a powerful and intimating voice, "Quis es vos?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his head went back in shock. It…he just talked to him! And it didn't sound like the creature was going to hurt him! Though, he still had no idea what the creature was trying saying. "Um…"

The creature studied his face before suddenly realizing that Dean had no idea what he just said. "Dixi: 'Quis es vos?!'"

Dean shook his head as he put out his hands in confusion. "Yeah, I have no idea what you're saying."

Suddenly, the creature's threatening face turned completely surprised as his head went back and he stepped away from the young man a bit in surprise while his wings perked up a bit. They just stared at each other for a while, both utterly confused as they tried to process what the other was doing.

Then, the creature opened his mouth again and asked, "English?"

It sounded like he was just talking to himself, mostly, but Dean took this opportunity once he heard a word he knew. "Y-Yes! English!" The young mechanic put his hands to his chest as he explained as if he was talking to some caveman, "I, Dean."

The creature's eyebrows furrowed as he looked from Dean's hands to his face. He then hesitantly put his own clawed hand up to his feathered chest. "I…Castiel…"

Dean smiled proudly. "Castiel. Your name's Castiel?"

Castiel, apparently, nodded slowly with wide, interested eyes. He then curled his hand so that his index finger was putting it up before making it point at the young mechanic. "Dean…. Your name's…Dean…?"

Dean's smile widened again as he nodded back at the creature. "Yes, Castiel. My name's Dean."

Castiel scanned his eyes over the young man before they looked at each other again. "You are…a human?"

Dean nodded again before gesturing towards Castiel and asking, "What are you?"

Castiel's eyebrows furrowed, almost like he didn't understand the question. "I… I am…a seraph."

The young man's eyes widened. A…seraph? Like an angel? "A seraph?"

Castiel nodded again as he confirmed, "A seraph."

Dean nodded slowly. He didn't know what to make of that, but he decided to just let it go for now. "Okay, Castiel, I thought I could fix you up," he explained as he gestured to the creature's wounds.

Castiel looked down at the burns and scars that littered his body. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as if he was trying to figure out how he got them. "What…?"

"You fell from the sky, Castiel," Dean answered.

The creature looked back down at the young mechanic. "I…fell from…the sky?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, dude. You fell, like-"

"My name is Castiel, not 'Dude'." Castiel shook his head, as if he was extremely offended. "I am not, in any way, well-dressed." With another shake of his head, Castiel looked back down at his burns.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed. 'The hell does that mean?' he thought. The mechanic shook his head, as well, ignoring the comment the strange creature just made. "Anyway, I need to fix your burns and stuff."

Castiel looked down at the young man, who was now holding out his hands for the creature to follow him. Castiel then glanced into Dean's eyes again, asking, "And how will you treat my wounds?"

"You don't trust me?" Dean asked. "I'm just going to rub some ointment on your burns, maybe even stitch up your cuts, and then I'm going to wrap them in bandages."

The creature eyed the young man cautiously, as if he wasn't sure if he could trust him. He then looked around the barn, and after realizing there wasn't any other choice that wouldn't be terrible, he followed Dean.

Dean sat Castiel on the giant bed of hay that he had made earlier and began to tend to the creature's wounds. Castiel would wince sometimes, even getting to the point of another growl or even a full on roar, but he stayed strong for most of it.

After a while, Castiel looked around at the barn as Dean was stitching up a cut on the creature's arm. He seemed to want to take his mind off of the pain, so he asked the young man, "Is this…musty, wooden building where you…reside?"

Dean looked up at the creature, who was cringing at the stitches as he was gripping onto his hurt arm tightly. The young man tried to process what he said, and once he did, the man started to chuckle. "Is this where I live?" Castiel met the man's glance expectantly. "Well, not this place. I live in a house near this barn." Dean cut the thread, much to Castiel's delight. "This place's on my uncle's farm."

Castiel glanced down at Dean as the man tied a bandage around his cut. "Your uncle?"

"Yeah, I live with my uncle, Bobby, and my little brother, Sammy." Dean nodded as he felt a smile come to his face when he talked about his family. The young man looked up at the giant creature in front of him. "How 'bout you?" At Castiel's confused face, he continued. "Got any family?"

The creature looked down and nodded. "Yes, I have many siblings."

"An' what're they like?"

Castiel did not respond for a while. He seemed to be thinking of how to describe them, maybe even trying to decide if he should tell Dean. "They are…strong and brave…."

Dean stared at the creature for a while. "Is that it?" Castiel seemed very confused at this statement. "What makes them special, I guess?"

The strange creature's eyes widened in shock, as if he didn't expect that question. He then sat and thought for a while, before responding, "There are far too many for me to say."

Dean nodded, he had no idea what that meant, but he decided to let it go. They then sat in silence for a few minutes before the young man stood to his feet, grabbed the first aid kits, and made his way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Dean heard Castiel ask from behind him.

The young man looked back at the strange creature. He looked so…worried for Dean to leave. For a second, the mechanic didn't want to leave Castiel alone, knowing how awful that feels, but he also knew that he had to get back to Uncle Bobby and Sam.

Dean looked around before meeting Castiel's eyes again as he said, "Don't worry, I'll come back real soon."

He then made his way to the barn door. Once he was there, he looked back at the strange creature that he was hiding. "I'll see ya later, dude." And with a reassuring smile, Dean closed the door behind him and ran back to his house where his family was waiting for him.

Alone in the barn, Castiel looked down at his newly bandaged wounds. He then glanced back up at the barn door to murmur, "My name is Castiel…."