OOOO last chapter for these story! Makes me smile ^_^ Anyway thanks for reading and just so you don't confuse me for a Supernatural owner(right cause that could happen, oohh the dreams of a fan) I do not own supernatural *sad face*
Thanks so much to one particular person, GirlyGhoul, for using that magic wand of yours to fix my mistakes *Thumbs up to you* \o/
On to the show, erm, chapter...
We ate in silence for a while. Cas contemplating the rain, Sam looking through some book and me savoring the pie. Pie always seemed to help when we were younger. Once for Sammy's birthday dad had gone off to some hunt and didn't leave enough money for cake, so instead I saved up my lunch money to buy him a cherry pie. I figured it could count as a cake and a present.
I sigh, wishing for the times when pie could solve all our problems.
"So Cas, where to next?"
He just looks up stumbling out of his thoughts, "I don't know. Looking one place at a time is not fast enough. I feel like I might as well sit here and wait for something to happen." He stands up and walks out of the booth. We watch him walk away from us and then he is stopped by the clumsy-girl.
As I move away from Sam and Dean the girl we encountered as we were entering the diner approaches "Excuse me. Um, I don't know why but I have this strange feeling about you. Like, like there's something I need to tell you."
This girl, my Father's creation is standing here trying to help me. What can she possibly know? So much time I spend with these strange creatures and I still fail to understand them. I become more like them each passing day, yet I still feel distant. Would it be easier to be human if I had started human?
"I'm sorry, I'm being rude. My name is Evelyn." I tell the man in the trench coat awkwardly, sticking my hand out for him to shake. He takes it, staring at me, like if this was something he didn't do very often, making his clothing choice a contradiction.
Of course it could just be that a stranger just walked up to him revealing her equally strange feelings.
I stare at him for a few seconds and it all gets quiet. This feeling grows and somehow I feel like I can help him, maybe not in a great, save-his-life kind of way but in a way that matters to him.
Like my mother used to say, "A few words of courage can bring a fallen spirit a moment of peace."
I feel a soft whisper in my ear and suddenly, I can form the words that I need to say.
"Hello," I answer her. Now that I can no longer listen to their thoughts, humans have become an even bigger puzzle. Sam tells me these human feelings become easier to understand. I hope that it's true.
This girl, Evelyn, takes my hand and smiles at me. She looks at me with something I recognize as compassion and, and… maybe understanding?
"You are looking for someone?" she asks me, surprising me.
"Yes,"
"You shouldn't worry too much about it," she tells me with confidence.
"You don't know enough about this to be sure of what you are telling me." Suddenly I feel anger towards this stranger. Why would she tell me something like this?
"I know it doesn't make sense but I have this strange feeling that you need to know that. Whoever it is you are looking for, that person knows what you are going through. That if he," she stops to correct herself "-or she, doesn't want to be found, you won't find him-or her." She stumbles through her words and tries to smile at me.
"You don't know what you are talking about!" Her calm speech makes me agitated. I don't want to hear this from a stranger. From some random human girl who knows nothing about what I'm going through. Who doesn't know how much I am doing to save her life. To save the life of her loved ones, to save her planet. For all their technology, for all their intelligence, they know nothing of what is going on.
"You have to trust that this person you are putting all your faith in knows what he-or she—"
"He," I interrupt her abruptly, completely ignoring everything Dean and Sam have taught me about etiquette.
She just smiles again, completely unfazed, disappointing me a little bit "That he knows what he is doing."
That He knows what He is doing. Her words ring in my head. He knows what He is doing. He knows. He knows.
I think I believe her. But how can someone know so much without knowing anything? I search her face for a sign that she might not be completely who she seems to be, a hint of something not human. She gives me one last smile and once again takes my hand, this time without waiting for me to do anything. She doesn't shake it like we did when she first started talking to me. I just feel her warmth go through me. For a long time I longed to feel what human interaction was like. And now I know. These foreign emotions don't feel too foreign anymore, and I don't dislike them. I find I don't mind her hand because I also feel that she is trying to comfort me and I let her. She understands.
Perhaps being human might not get any easier but maybe, less frustrating?
Looking at his blue eyes, I hope he understands what I am telling him. I know it's what I had to tell him. Something inside told me I should. I let go of his hand and he gives me a questioning look when he sees what I have left there. "You need it more than I do," I explain to him. My mom gave me the Decade Bracelet to help remember her, and I've had it with me since I left home, but it seems like it's time for me let it help someone else. He looks at me for a while longer and I almost feel like he knows what I am thinking. It's not totally improbable. Some even say that what I believe is even more impossible. "Thank you…Sister," he tells me. I have to hold back a giggle at his sudden reverence. "Maybe we'll run into each other again someday, what do you think?"
"Perhaps someday," he answers me sincerely.
I see the clock hanging by the door warning me of how late it is.
"I have to go. Take care of yourself, ok?" He simply nods, and I guess that's all I need. I gather my things and walk out the door.
Sitting in this booth, I had a perfect view of Cas and his scene with the girl right from where I'm sitting. I turn towards the window and see her raise her left hand, the bracelet she had on gone, probably feeling strange without that little extra weight on her wrist. I take my last bite of Cas's rejected pie as Sam and I start to get up and I leave enough money on the table to pay for the all the pie and Sam's so called food. I pick up the extra piece I had ordered for the road. Thinking instead that the pie might be more helpful to Cas.
If he's gonna be hanging out with us he needs to learn how to eat like us. And maybe learn some Winchester home remedies for the heart, or whatever sounds manlier. Yes, Peach pie will do nicely for that.
As we're walking towards the Impala, I catch a glimmer from Cas's hand. He takes a quick look at the silver bracelet before tucking it away in one of the pockets of the trench coat.
Cas is quiet and he's acting a little strangely. Over a girl. Seems like our little boy is growing up.
Remembering what the girl looks like, short cropped curly dark hair, shapeless jacket, knee length skirt over those tights girls seem to wear to keep warm when they wear skirts, comfortable ankle high boots. Not what I'd go for, but I guess he's gotta start somewhere.
I walk up to him and clap him on the back, grinning at him "Cas, you dog. I didn't know you had it in you." He tilts his head in that familiar way and tells me "I do not know what you are talking about."
"That girl was totally into you." I chuckle
"She is not meant for me, she belongs to someone better."
"Come on, Cas! Don't talk like that. Dude, you were totally in. Probably would've taken you to her place if you'd ask." I tell him, trying to cheer him up.
"She is married," he explains.
"Dude, you're not heaven's lapdog anymore. I'm sure breaking another commandment won't put you any higher on their most wanted list. Besides, who could she have found that is better than an honest to goodness Angel? ...Literally." He simply looks at me with a puzzled look in his eyes, like he doesn't understand why I keep insisting.
"She belongs to no man. She belongs to someone far greater than any man," he tells us in that matter-of-fact voice he uses when he's trying to get us to understand something. Looking towards where Sam is standing, I see a click of understanding behind his eyes "She's a nun?"
A nun? Who'd a thought? I guess it explains her though.
Cas sticks his hand in his pocket. He casts his eyes upwards and in a flutter of wings disappears.
Guess its more pie for me.
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oh and incase you cared to know what I imagined Evelyn to look like, here's a little doodle I did of her http: // peas-out . deviantart . com /#/ d2pwkwx (just copy and paste and remove the spaces) I didn't draw Team Free Will because you already know what they look like =]
