Chapter 2- There are two, not one

Third Person

The eyes were strikingly green. His black hair was messy in a natural looking shape. The sides looked somewhat combed, as if he had tried to smooth it out but gave up halfway through.

"Can I help you?"
He had an inquisitive tone, posture half-relaxed and seemingly tense at the same time. It was as if he didn't get visitors often.

"Yeah, I'm Dean and this is my partner Cas. We're here to look into the robbery that happened at Ben's store."
Dean gave a relaxed shrug, as if saying that this was just procedure and nothing to worry about.

"Oh, ok. Let me make a cup of tea. Come in."
The green-eyed man gestured for them to come in, not worried at all about the crime.

"I'm Harry. Bob must have mentioned me if the two of you came from the store. I don't know why you want to talk to me. All we've every talked about are plants"

A brown haired boy makes his entrance by dive-bombing Harry.

"Teddy, why don't you go play with those new figures I got you? I've got something to talk about with these two. I'll take you out to that playground after this, and we can see if Mindy is there."
Teddy ran off excitedly after giving Harry a quick hug. The two were led into a comfy room with beige sofas. Finding their seats quickly, Dean continued his questioning.

"Ben said you were visiting three days before the robbery. He told us that you had about the same plants but more that you've grown, also specifically saying that you couldn't have done it. We wanted to know though, if you remember anyone else hanging around the shop when you were there, and to warn you that your plants might be targeted too."

Harry's lips thinned in a grimace. It was clear that he didn't remember. The frustration showed in his face.
"I don't remember. But I can look into this later. Ben never told me his store was robbed our last visit. The old man should ask for help when he needs it!"

Fingers ruffled through black hair, and a sigh of exasperation sounded. His eyes met Castiel's as he straightened up. Confusion showed in his eyes.

"What was your name? I never caught it."

"I am Castiel. I am . . .!"
Dean threw his hand across Castiel's mouth in a panic. His eyes shot a silent warning not to speak anymore.

"Castiel is it? That sounds familiar."

"It was the name given to me by . . . my Father. Does anyone else dwell here?"
Castiel changed his answer mid-sentence.

"No, it's just me and Teddy. Why?"

"I was curious about the familiar presence this house gives off."

Harry abruptly set his teacup down.

"You . . . You're not human, are you?"

Dean cuts in.
"No, it's just . . . he's psychic."
He gave up on the excuse. Certain they've just given up the game and are about to be attacked, or get kicked out without a lead.

"Are you one of His angels?"
The two respond in surprise to the fact that Harry knows about angels.

"It seems you are. What is an angel doing in a town in the middle of nowhere?"

"I am looking for God."

At this point, Dean's suspicions have skyrocketed. He reached for the knife.

"Oh, wow. There is so much irony in this right now that it isn't even funny."
Harry laughs and holds his head.

"Alright, say I believe you. Why would God be here?"

"I don't know, but I feel His presence hiding this house."

"And why would God hide this house."

"I believe the reason lies with the one who lives here."

"Ah damn, I knew this would come back and bite me. Argh."
Harry threw his arms out and leaned back.
"Ok, say I know why. Why should I tell you and not kick you out?"

By now, Dean has understood the importance of this man who seems to know God.
"We can tell Heaven that you know something about God, and they'll ask you themselves."

Harry's eyes glow blue for a second. Castiel recognizes the Grace that shone for a brief second.

"Father?"
A shaky voice of hope comes from Castiel.

"No, right now I'm the one talking. The big man is back here."

Harry gestures resignedly at the back of his head. Both Castiel and Dean are confused at this point.

"Haah, I'll let you talk to Him. That guy should be the one explaining himself to you, not me. Close your eyes Dean."
A complaining note creeps into Harry's speech, as Dean quickly closes his eyes. Harry starts shining, this time his whole body shines a white light. The pressure in the room increases, and the world seems brighter for a few seconds. As if nothing in the world was evil, and everything was fine.

-That's it for today folks, sorry I'm leaving you on a cliffhanger but I need to sleep. But I'll try to finish a chapter tomorrow.