I found An Angel
After I got back to my base, and hauled the bloodied, trench-coat wearing, unconscious man inside and into a spare bed, I tended to his wounds.
This man had three fractured ribs, his left arm was broken, he needed thirty-six stitches for a long, and deep gash in his abdomen, and he needed ten stitches for the gash he had just above his eyebrow.
Once I was finished, and had cleaned up the bloody cloths -the only clothing item he had on him that didn't get torn was his trench-coat, so I threw out his cloths, and washed the coat- and tools, I put him in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, and a nice, soft, gray cotton T-shirt -because this house had been abandoned, there were all sorts of cloths around-.
I glanced over at the clock, sighing loudly as I read the bright red numbers. The small silver alarm clock read that it was 4:35AM. I rubbed my face tiredly, taking one last glance at the unconscious man on the bed, before heading to my room to get some shut eye.
About four hours later
I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed. My mind was fuzzy this morning, as I tried to recall why I was so tired.
I staggered into the humble kitchen, making sure the kettle had water in it before I turned on the burner. Grabbing a mug from dishwasher, I began to rummage through my cupboards looking for the teas. My mind settled on having a nice, strong cup of Earl Grey this morning, and with that decided, I hopped up on the counter and waited for the kettle to whistle, signaling that the water was hot.
When the water was done, I added two sugars, and slowly sipped at it, giving a happy sigh at the warmth that it provided on this cold December morning.
I kicked my feet back and forth, slowly sipping my tea, as I remembered yesterday, the man I saved from a Angel attack.
Why had he been attacked by angels? He seemed like just a regular ol' hunter to me. Maybe he stepped on some angelic toes? Or maybe he went looking for them, I mean, he did have an Angel Blade... but why take on three by yourself? I sighed, finishing the last of my tea before hopping off of the counter.
I should probably go check on him.
When I entered the small guest room, the man was sitting upright, a grimace gracing his features.
"Whoa there! Hey, don't get up quite yet." I gasped, as I rushed over to him. "You might rip open your stitches." Electric blue eyes shot up to meet mine when I reached him, gently trying to push him back down.
"Who are you?" I shrugged.
"My name is Amy, and you are?" I gave him a polite smile, but he was just glaring at me.
"What are you." He demanded. I blinked. Well, he's not very trusting.
"I'm human," He just continued to glare at me, so I sighed, moving away from him slightly. "Look, dude, this whole place is warded from just about anything, Angels, Demons, hell, I even figured out how to keep Reapers the hell out, now, would you kindly lay back down, and tell me who you are, and why you were almost killed by bloody angels?" He stared at me for a moment, his glare slowly melting off of his face, before he consented, gingerly laying back down.
"My name is," He hesitated, glancing at me quickly before giving a small sigh. "Castiel." I smiled down at him.
"Alright, Castiel," I started, "now, would you mind telling me why you were almost killed by Angels?"
He was quiet for a few moments, and I waited patiently, allowing him some time to think. "I, uh... Do you- Do you know why the Angels fell?" I blinked, why is he asking me about that?
"Uh, no," I drew out the 'no' slightly, scrunching my face up in confusion. "Do you?" He nodded once, wincing slightly.
"I-uh, I was the reason they fell." I stared at him for a moment.
"You are going to have to be more specific." He sighed, closing his eyes.
"I used to be an Angel..." He began, telling me the whole story, how he raised Dean Winchester from perdition, how together they stopped the Apocalypse, how he made a deal with Crowley, how the Leviathan got here, and how they were stopped, purgatory, the Demon tablet, the Angel tablet, and finally, how Metatron tricked him, taking his grace and expelling all of the Angels out of heaven.
I gave a low whistle. "It sounds like you've been through some tough times, man." I said, shaking my head. "I only have one question though, if you and Dean share this 'Profound Bond', why aren't you with him now? Did something happen?" I saw the pain flash across his face. "I-uh, I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I uh, I just want you to know, that um, that I'm here for you, I mean obviously, I just sat through your life's story, well, I mean almost life's story-" He cut me off, raising his hand as a signal for me to stop.
"It's alright," He closed his eyes for a long moment. "I was with Dean, well, not when I first fell, but he found me, saved my life actually. I had been killed by a reaper, and he brought me back. I thought everything was going to be okay, I was with the Winchesters again, but-uh." He paused, bringing in a slow breath. "Dean, he, uh, he told me I couldn't stay." I blinked. That can't be right, Castiel had just told me all about the Great Dean Winchester, and how he had searched, relentlessly, for his angel in purgatory, he can't have just told him to leave.
"I, uh, I'm sorry, but, why?" He shook his head slowly.
"I do not know." I could tell he was deeply pained by this, so I stood up.
"Hey, are you hungry, because I am starved." I smiled down at him, and he looked up at me, a small, grateful smile coming to rest on his lips.
"Uh, yes, I believe I am." With that, I made my way to the kitchen, making a nice, easy to eat lunch.
I would like to think that this is coming along nicely, but I honestly have no clue, but it feels good to be getting this story out of my mind. Also, I know in the show, Cas left his trench coat in the laundry mat, but, I didn't like that, so, he still has his trench coat.
-FMD