A/N Okay, so I figured I am going to continue this because people seemed to want me to! I hope you like this chapter! Thanks for reading!
It rained most of that night, but Castiel didn't move. He didn't even make an attempt to shield his vessel from the waves of water, which he would have done normally out of respect. He just didn't care and most of that night was fuzzy to the angel.
He remembered feeling the cold, the painfully numbing cold, as it drenched him. He knew he wouldn't get hypothermia or any other disease a normal human would get under such circumstances, so he stayed in the same spot all night.
He also remembered staring at his finger still, even though the water was absorbed by the skin and was just being replaced by drops of rain. All of these factors considered, he felt the indent of the liquid, which he still refused to believe was a tear.
He recalled the rain stopping for a moment during the night, and that is when he finally observed his surroundings. The moon and stars, covered by the clouds, made the area almost pitch black. If it weren't for the radiation of light from windows of the hospital, Castiel would have never seen Anna standing next to an oak tree, staring at him. Her eyes were cold, just like the rain. She look almost ashamed at the angel in his newly dampened state. Once his eyes met hers she just nodded in pity and disappeared. It rained again shortly after.
The last thing he remember was he couldn't get Dean out of his head, but he hadn't dared to visit him during the night. For one thing, the Angel wanted Dean to get sleep, after the damage he had done, however inadvertently it may have been. Also, he knew that Dean nor Samuel would be happy for his presence, and the angel didn't feel like he could undo the troubles of the two Winchesters at this point.
When daylight finally breached the clouds, Castiel finally decided to get up. However, as he stood up, his world turned, and he ended up with his back on the grass. He wanted to laugh at the sheer irony of everything, and so he did. Castiel laughed, the feeling of his own laughter was foreign to him, but he loved it. The angel wondered when his laughter would turn to a hysterical one.
He finally stopped after awhile, looking up at the sky above him, wondering how humans felt everything or more namely, how Dean felt about everything. The angel wondered that if his thoughts and "emotions" made him act this way, how was it with humans. How they could be so fragile and tough at the same time. How they could be broken so much that they feel they deserve nothing. He wipe one of his vessel's hands through the grass, picking up drops of rain that still clung to them.
He sighed, closing his eyes for the first time in a while, and later opened them to see a small child bent over his face, examining him. He tilted his head to the side and examined her back. She was a small kid, he had guessed to be around 6 years of age. Her hair was pulled up into two small blonde pigtails. The angel sensed pureness and innocence from the girl, so much so, that his wings unfurled themselves as they naturally absorbed her radiance.
"Why were you crying?" the girl said with much sorrow in her voice.
Castiel sat up at this, "I cannot cry."
"Yes you can!" the girl persisted, "and you were.... why?" Her voice lowered to a sad whisper, she was staring at him intently.
The angel was a bit confused on how to answer, but he tried, for something in the girl reminded him of Dean.
"I lost... my brother, and I have... doubts on what to do,"
"I lost my brother once. We were in the woods.."
"Oh.."
"We were playing. And all of a sudden, he was gone!" the girl's eyes started to redden with tears. "I called his name a lot, but he never answered back!"
"And what happened?"
"I ran to mommy, and she called some people called the police. They came over and searched for him," she rubbed a fist to one of her eyes, "and they found him eventually... but he was all hurt and stuff, so he had to go to the hospital." Her head turned towards the building beside them, making Castiel think this happened recently. She eventually turned her attention back to Castiel. "And now he's gonna be all better and we can play again!" Her eyes sparkled with hope, "Maybe you will find your brother and you guys can play again as well."
"It is... not that simple, I... lost him for good, and I cannot find my... daddy as well," the word sounded weird to him, using daddy instead of Father, but he wanted to use language that the child could relate to.
The child gasped in slight realization, "No wonder you're crying!" She wrapped her tiny arms around his vessel's neck, burying her face into his chest.
I think this is what they call a "hug"
The child proceeded to try and comfort the angel, "You do have someone, right?" At that, Castiel's mind shot to an image of Dean in the hospital before him, despondent and broken.
"I... don't know," unbeknownst to Castiel, a "tear" fell out of one of his eyes.
"You're," the girl's voice sounding sad and empathetic, "crying again."
Castiel's hand shot up to his eye, wiping the liquid from his eye. Oddly this child was changing the angel's perspective on himself, and he now believed it was a tear, which means the angel could cry, could feel. With that realization, another came out of his opposite eye, this one to be wiped from child. She was sharing his sadness and hugged him tighter. Hesitantly and delicately, he wrapped his arms around the child and hugged back.
And the tears kept coming, releasing the angel's pain and sorrow.
A/N I have some plans on how to continue this, if you want it to just end here, be short and sweet (possibly 1 or 2 more chapters), or semi-lengthy/more conflict and angst (3/4+ more chapters) please say so in reviews!
