Chapter 2: Stories
A/N: This is actually number 61 on the list but I felt like I could write this one now so I picked it. Set when the brothers were small and John was on a hunting trip. Dean 1st person. Dean tells Sammy a story of Angels, themselves and the future.
Dad had just left to go hunt some hauntings in Delaware and I was left with Sammy. I knew the routine. Make sure he eats, make sure he sleeps, and make sure no one tries to kill him. I was starting to get tired of this repetitive routine, so I left and went to the vending machine at the other end of the motel Dad had left us in. I really needed the fresh air and candy. I know I shouldn't leave Sam, but he will be fine for two minutes. No one can kidnap him in that amount of time.
When I got back to the room, Sam was sitting on the bed reading one of my magazines, no, not one of the bad ones. This one was a Sports Illustrated; a couple of months old, but when you move around so much it's kind of hard to keep up with who is winning and who is losing. 'Hey, Sammy! Wanna know a better story than that magazine.' I yelled at him when I crossed the room. Sam looked at me like I was crazy. It's true I never told him stories before but why can't I start now? 'Sure, Dean. What's it about?' I told him it was about actual angels. He looked like he wouldn't sit and listen to me, but when I started, he sat upright and listened.
'His name is Castiel and he is my Guardian Angel. I haven't met him yet but I know I will one day. We will make the perfect pair. The deal with Angels is that their real forms are so great that they have to have a vessel to be on Earth. Castiel's vessel's name was Jimmy Novak. He is one weird Angel. He has no clue about the way humans are. He doesn't understand sarcasm, doesn't get my movie and song references, and is way too blunt. He is six foot tall with brown hair and blues eyes. He wears a black suit with a blue tie all the time. And he loves his tan trench coat. He hardly smiles but when he does, it is magnificent. You will meet him one day, Sammy. You, me, Dad, Bobby, and all of our future friends will.
Now, don't you look at me like that. This is the Angel who will 'grip me tight and raise me from perdition'. I have no idea what that means, but I hope it happens. The way that Cas, that is what everyone calls him, tells me about the future is amazing. We will go through a lot of things. You will lose your soul and get hooked on demon blood. I will get a real life and quit hunting and go to Hell and back. But we will always get out of the bad times and have each other throughout them and after. Now, Sammy, time for bed. Lay down and I'll watch over you.'
And I did. I have watched over him every day since then and always will.