Chapter 3
Sam, Dean and I were in a motel room. I was sleeping on the bed with Dean, which wasn't uncommon. It was never in a sexual way, it was a brother and sister way. I didn't usually sleep with Sam because he was so huge. I call him 'Samsquatch' as a nickname. It was the middle of the night, when I woke up from hearing the door close. Sam wasn't in the room. 'Maybe he went to get a midnight snack,' I thought. I laid my head back down on the pillow. Dean turned on his right side and instinctively put an arm around me. I snuggled in and tried to fall asleep again.
I felt Dean tense up. 'He must be having a nightmare. He never has nightmares," I thought. I turned over and faced him. His eyes shot open and he gasped. We didn't say anything to each other, and then we heard, "Hello Dean." Dean flipped over and saw that Castiel was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hello Grace," Castiel said while looking at me. I gave him a small smile, which he didn't return. Dean let out a frustrated sigh and said, "You get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?" Castiel looked at Dean with an even more serious expression on his face than before. "Listen to me. You have to stop it." "Stop what?" Dean asked, confused.
Castiel put two fingers to Dean's forehead, and he disappeared. "Where did you send him?" I asked. "I sent him to 1973 to find out the truth," he said to me. "Oh, um, well… ok," I stammered, very confused. "I need to talk to Dean and I will let him know that you are safe. I will watch you until it is time for Dean to return," Castiel said while staring at me. Again. "Ok, thanks Castiel." "You're welcome, Grace." Then he vanished.
I didn't get too comfortable because I knew that Castiel would be back soon. I pulled the bed comforter around me like a cape and leaned against the headboard. I only had to wait about two minutes before I felt a slight breeze. Plus, I felt like I was being watched. "I informed Dean that you are alright and that I will watch over you until he is ready to return," Castiel said in his rough monotone. He was standing on my left, right next to the bed. "You know you can sit down, Castiel. You don't have to stand the whole time," I told the angel. "Thank you Grace, may I sit here?" he asked while pointing to the edge of the bed I was sitting on. "Um, sure," I said back.
He took a seat on the bed and faced me. He was really starting to creep me out. I turned to him and asked him, "Why do you stare at me all the time?" I know it was really blunt, but that stare of his was just disturbing. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Your soul is very bright, and not many angels get to see one like yours," Castiel said, while looking down at his hands.
I put my hand on his shoulder. "It's ok Castiel. But what do you mean that my soul in bright?" He seemed to tense up with my hand on his shoulder, but relaxed after a minute. Castiel looked back to me and said, "You have faith. You are also a virgin. Untouched. You pray to God to forgive you of your sins. He knows that you are sincere, and has forgiven you every time. It is nice to see someone who truly believes." I chuckled and had a grin on my face, which made the corner of Castiel's twitch, but not enough to consider a smile. I took my hand off of his shoulder and adjusted the blanket around me.
"May I try something?" Castiel asked after a minute of silence. "That depends…" I replied feeling a bit self-conscious. "Angels can feel touch but not warmth. Heat comes from the soul, and not many people have a soul like yours. I would like to see if I feel warmth from you," Castiel said. "Sure, I don't see why not," I replied. I unwrapped myself from the blanket and got on my knees in front of him. He turned to face me and looked straight at me. I lifted my hands by his face, but didn't make contact. I looked at him to make sure it was alright to continue. He nodded slightly, and I put my hands on either side of his face. He let out a huge sigh and closed his eyes. I guess he felt the warmth from me.
I started stroking his cheek with my thumb. After about thirty seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at me. He grabbed my hands in his own and pulled them away from his face. He didn't let go, he just looked at our hands and sighed. "Dean is almost ready to come back. I need to go to him and bring him back," Castiel said while lifting his head to look at me, "Thank you, Grace. This meant a lot to me." "You're welcome Castiel. If you need anything, just let me know," I said with a smile. Castiel let go of my hands and stood up. "I suggest you change. You will need to be ready once Dean comes back," Castiel said to be before disappearing.
A few minutes later, I was wearing jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and my boots. I felt a breeze and saw Castiel and Dean back in the room. They were talking about how Dean couldn't change any of it, and Castiel telling him he couldn't have, and all roads lead to the same destination. 'Whatever that means,' I thought to myself. They also talked about why Azazel would have targeted Sam. "Where's Sam?" Dean demanded. Castiel told him an address, and Dean and I got ready to go and find him. "Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean. And you need to stop it, or we will," Castiel said in a dark tone. Dean and I looked at each other and headed for the door. I took one last glance at Castiel, but he was already gone.
AN: Kind of short. Sorry! I will update on Saturday!