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After lunch, Cas decided he had to leave Rosie's and retire to his alleyway.
It wasn't that he was bored watching her bake; it was that Castiel didn't want to use up too many of her resources. He'd borrowed enough as it was, and he knew he would always be indebted to Rosie.
So Castiel stood up. "I must leave now."
Rosie paused where she was kneading the dough for her next loaf of bread and turned to Castiel. She didn't look surprised. In fact, she looked as though she'd been expecting his announcement.
"You can't leave, Clarence," she said wiping her hand and sitting besides Cas at the wooden table. "It's not safe out there."
Castiel glanced outside where the snowstorm had turned to a gritty rain and hailstorm. "Believe me, I know that better than anyone. But I can't impose myself."
"It's not imposing yourself." Rosie stared at Castiel, and he read some sort of desperation in her expression. "Come with me."
Castiel followed her upstairs, where they stopped at the window that looked out onto the main street.
"Look," Rosie instructed.
Castiel peered through the sleet outside. "What is it?"
Rosie placed her hand on the cold glass. "The people who normally stand outside. They aren't there."
"And?" Castiel asked curiously. Had his brothers killed anyone? He shivered, and not from the cold.
"And," Rosie sighed and brought Cas back downstairs, "And they left because of this weather. You can't survive out there."
"I'll manage," Cas began, but he stopped at Rosie's incredulous glance. "It's just," Castiel paused, "This is all new to me. I've never been quite so…breakable. You wouldn't understand."
Rosie smiled sadly. "I know. But I can't let you go out there. For now, just stay with me. It's no bother at all."
And so Cas stayed.
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That night, while Castiel was unconscious, an Enochian conversation broke through the haze of his dream.
"I'm worried." Malachi was the speaker, and being asleep, Cas imagined the voice coming from Malachi's vessel. "The Winchesters are getting closer. What if they find him?"
As Bart answered, his vessel also appeared in Castiel's dream. "If Castiel doesn't want to be found, I doubt mere humans could find him."
"But the Winchesters aren't mere humans, and Castiel is. They might save him!"
Bartholemew's voice rose angrily. "If they find him, we can easily kill them. Until then, let's wait. Rash decisions won't help anything."
Still trapped in the murky dreamworld, Castiel found clouds rolling in. Bart's and Malachi's vessels disappeared, and in their place were Sam and Dean.
They were walking towards Castiel, but he knew (as you often do in dreams) that they would die if they reached him.
"Sam! Dean! Stay back!" Cas called, but the brothers either didn't hear him or simply didn't care.
When Sam and Dean reached Castiel, he was forced to watch as his own hands slit their throats. "No!" Castiel called out, but his voice was lost to the wind.
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In the middle of the night, Rosie was jolted out of her sleep by a hoarse shout. She just made out the word "—back!"
Quickly, Rosie jumped out of her bed and ran into the guest room, where Clarence was, as she'd expected, having a bad dream.
He was thrashing around and calling out. The blankets from the bed were lying in a heap on the ground, and Clarence was soaked with sweat.
"Clarence!" Rosie shook his arm, trying to ignore how painfully thin it was. "Wake up!"
The man didn't appear to be awakening soon, however.
Rosie sat next to the man. "Clarence!" she called sharply, and he woke at that.
"Meg? You're alive?" He blearily looked around.
Rosie felt a pang in her chest. "No, it's Rosie. Remember me?"
Clarence pushed his sweaty hair off his face and sat up next to her. "Yes." He looked down at himself. "I am truly sorry for the inconvenience. I will be alright now. Thank you."
"I'm not going," Rosie said in a soft tone. "Don't you want to discuss this?"
Clarence furrowed his brow. "Discuss it?"
"It might help to share your bad dream. Get it off your chest," Rosie explained, trying to keep her voice free of pity for him.
"I don't know where to start," Clarence said. He twisted his hands together nervously.
"Was it…about Meg?" Rosie asked, treading cautiously.
"No," Clarence answered unhappily. "I only thought you were Meg because she was the only one who called me 'Clarence'."
"Oh." Rosie didn't know how to feel at that. Had Clarence—or whoever he was—been lying to her the whole time? Or was it just a special nickname? She pushed away her thoughts and turned to the matter at hand: Clarence's dream. "Who was in your dream?"
"The friends I was telling you about. Sam and Dean."
Just then, a strange expression fell onto Clarence's face. He slipped off the bed and covered his ears with his hands.
"Stop it," Clarence muttered, and Rosie truly feared for his sanity. "Not Theo. You know not what you're doing."
"Clarence?" Rosie asked, scared to do anything. She couldn't tell if the homeless man was hallucinating or having a migraine.
Finally, after what seemed like forever but was probably only three minutes, Clarence straightened up and looked at the ceiling with a devastated expression.
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Castiel couldn't believe what his angel radio revealed—at four in the morning, he realized, checking his watch.
Having a knack for picking up Enochian sound waves, Cas had stumbled upon a private conversation between Malachi and Theo, another angel, while he was trying to talk to Rosie.
Apparently, Theo was torturing and killing angels for Malachi, and they were planning to put Bart out of power.
Castiel had known Theo before the fall, and the angel had been sweet and eager to carry out God's work.
Now, it seemed, he had lost sight of the true path.
And his next targets besides Bart and his followers were Sam and Dean.
Castiel had to stay hidden.
There was no other way.
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Sorry for the cliffhanger!
I may not be able to update too fast—finals are pretty soon so I might be studying. Don't worry, though! I'll be back in at least two weeks!