A/N::: god this is awful! possibly the shortest chapter ever but... i am really really sorry! i am determined i will finish this and all your lovely comments and favourites and follows is gonna make me do it!
YES!
so, without further ado, here is part 7 :D
oh... well ive just updated the spacing (because im an idiot and i forgot... sorry...) and the spelling...
Castiel, in fact, had only gone down the street a few blocks away.
why?
because he needed somewhere to think.
Castiel was an angel, a divine being from heaven, Gods first creations. He was the soldier of God, defender of heaven and Angel of the Lord.
But he was also a being.
A creature with real emotions.
And he had bottled up those emotions for hundreds and thousands of years.
To be an angel means to be emotionless and to focus only on defending.
But what about happiness? what about love?
Can they not, too, experience these emotions?
Well, of course they can!
But that would mean rebeling.
And Castiel couldn't afford to rebel again everything he has ever lived for and everything he has ever known.
It was a kiss.
Well, it was a few kisses.
Each lasting only a moment, but what a moment that was!
Despite it being almost the apocalypse and his inevitable death, Cas had never felt so alive.
But now, after those glorious moments, his emotions were finally creeping there way through the hard exterior.
"Stop!" Cas muttered under his breath.
He stopped walking about a block away to a spot where he could still see the flickering light of the motel.
"Dean Winchester." He muttered and vanished once more, far far away.
"Cas!?" Dean shouted along the corridors, out the window and to the heavens hoping the angel could hear him.
"god damnit Cas!" He yelled finally, slumping onto his bed.
"Do you think there's been another murder?" Sam asked thoughtfully.
"Nah... he'd have told us!"
"Maybe he had some important angel business to attend to..."
Dean grunted in acknowledgement, but in reality he was worried.
Maybe whatever brought him to them got him and was torturing him... or maybe he ran into some of the angel squad and they sent him back up top!
ok, ok! he was over reacting...
there's probably a perfectly good reason why he vanished so suddenly.
"Angels!" Dean sighed and drifted off to sleep.
The next day dawned and there was still no sign of Cas.
But Sam refused to panic... As he said, there was most definitely something else that he had to do urgently without telling them...
something, no doubt, dangerous...
and life threatening...
"you're over reacting Dean!" Sam rolled his eyes almost sympathetically. "You don't need to act like Cas's sappy wife all the time, ya know!"
Dean hit Sam sharply on the arm, only making him giggle even more.
"Ok... but how are we gonna sort out this Chandra business when i dont have my lover?"
At this, Sam was quiet.
good question...