AADKTCA 7
Chapter 7
Castiel's POV
*AN: Hey sorry for not updating, I'll be sure to make up for it. Now that Summer is here I'm ready to commit to writing these stories. By the way this is kind of a filler chapter so please don't be discouraged there is more to this story. *
I exited the hospital after chatting a bit more to Amelia, she promises to see to it I'm allowed in right in the morning. She really is a wonderful person, sometimes I can feel little bits of angel aura from her and it makes me feel less homesick. Once I'm out the door and away from the prayers and pleas I remember all that occurred. This day honestly couldn't have been any worse, it's all my fault that Mary Winchester's son is now on heaven's bad side. Had I just locked a perfectly innocent man out of Nirvana? What if he dies too soon, what if I am unable to save him? This is a very different outcome than I hoped would come out of today. All things considered I know of one other who might be able to help me, he is one of God's very favorite and for that he earns a large amount of my respect.
I turn into an alleyway on the side of the quiet highway and my esteemed senses can't help but detect the decay of an old dumpster. It reeks of many unpleasant dinners and sorts of trash, luckily I am not affected if I must hold my breath for an indefinite amount of time. Just as I'm almost out to the other side of the street I feel a sharp object press against my back, from the shape it is most likely a bottle. Luckily for me it was not an angel blade, for that would've been very bad luck. Without moving a faux gruff voice spoke out which I could only assume was meant to intimidate.
"G-give me all your money… Uh, I mean it! I've got a weapon." From his stance and voice I realized that this was in fact a boy. Not even 14 I bet, my need to help humanity came to me so I turned around with a sigh. Once I was breathing again I realized I could smell the boy now and it was obvious he hasn't seen a bar of soap in at least a couple of weeks, this only makes my heart ache for him more.
"You aren't going to give me any t-trouble are y-you? My buddies are w-waiting for me just around the corner and they can back me up." His blue eyes looked at me with so much fear as if he thought I was going to hit him and I could tell he was lying about his friends being close. I suddenly thought of Dean and thought maybe this could be my redemption. Maybe if I help humanity more the angels will give me a bit of slack, unlikely, but it was still worth a shot.
"Look kid, I know they're is nobody around the bend that would come to your help." He gasped and he looked as if he might cry, so I continued. "I'm not going to hurt you! Please just hear me out, I know of a restaurant down the street and I'm sure they're still open." The boy rubbed his eyes and seemed to try to swallow something back in his throat, with a prideful nod he dropped the bottle with a smash and a tinkle of broken glass.
"Thank you sir." I heard him say with the same gruffness as before but this time it sounded more formal and with my angel hearing I distinctly heard him say, thank you God for bringing me this blessing. I laughed inside my head, did you hear that God? I'm a blessing to someone.
"It's no problem, what's your name?" I really wanted to know honestly, this boy just called me a blessing I wanted to give him a personal recommendation for heaven. He gave a shy smile and looked me right in the eye as he answered.
"It's Jacob, Jacob Hindson." I returned his grin as we exited the alley and made our way unto the street and toward our destination. "So where are you taking me Mister? And you're not one of those crazy religion guys and try to convert me so I can be accepted to the church or something? Because I'm fine with being Jewish." I chuckled like a real deep one, the first time in this vessel or even this century perhaps.
"I'm also fine with you being Jewish, I'm just taking you to the Biggerson's down the street, you know it?" He nodded and I went on. "A women I once knew took her son there a lot before she died." I said this lightly but there was definite change in atmosphere after it was said, damn it was going so well. Luckily Jacob knows how to fix things like that I am so awkward being back on Earth.
"Sorry 'bout your friend sir, but she does have great taste, Biggerson's is one of my favorites." We chuckled and continued the walk in almost silence with the occasional hum from Jacob who I could hear praying ever so softly on angel radio. Before I knew it the bright welcoming florescent lights were shining down on us like a spot light and by the excited look on Jacob's face said that he was ready to enter the stage.
"Alright, let's head in. You grab a seat and I'll order the food, you're ok with a bit of surprise aren't you?" He said he didn't mind and he chose a seat toward the back trying to feel hidden. I could tell that suddenly Jacob felt a bit self conscious now that he was around so many people and in rather shabby attire. So I tried to make my order quick, so then he wouldn't feel alone.
Without much time passing we had our food, I ordered two hamburgers and two large fires, all for him of course and a chocolate shake. Good thing my vessel had his wallet on him or this would have been a very awkward ordeal. He ate with an unstoppable fever and conversation was impossible but I didn't mind, at least I made someone's day better, hope God can see this. Then a short time later a procession of at least five employees came up doing a kind of clap beat and began to sing.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Jacob, happy birthday to you!" It was awfully out of tune and some of them were obviously not into it, but Jacob did not notice at all he was too distracted by the slice and candle that they were giving him. He smiled and began to laugh heartily and I swear he almost had milkshake squirt out of his nose. Wouldn't that have been a sight? Anyway the people soon left and he blew out the candle signaling if I'm not certain that he had made a wish.
"What did you wish for?" I am always curious with children's wishes, they are either trivial and meaningless or really heartfelt and deep, what kind of child was Jacob?
"You're not supposed to give that up silly, and it's not really my birthday so the wishes don't count. They are only granted on birthdays so mine has to go to some other kid who really was born today." He said this as a matter of fact and began to eat his cake contently.
"Oh, come on Jacob it could be our secret no one else knows its not your birthday, tell you what I'll make sure that you get your wish even if it's not entirely your birthday." He seemed a bit uneasy and I hoped that he didn't ask for something too silly like a pet demon hound or something, those are quite hard to manage, the whole invisible thing.
"Ok ok I wished for someone to be this nice to me all the time. You're really something mister." He paused to take a sip from the milkshake, then his eyes grew real wide like he had forgotten something. "Oh man!" he eclamined. "Oh man, I forgot to ask what your name is. You've been so nice and I didn't even properly thank you. So what's your name?" He put his fork down and put his hands on his lap signing that he would not touch another bite before he got an answer.
"You can call me Cas, Cas Winchester." He nodded his acceptance of this fact and finished his cake and grabbed a napkin to wipe off the evidence left on his face.
"Alright Mr. Winchester I would like to thank you for taking me out and talking to me and lying to those nice workers by telling them it's my birthday." I pretended to shamefully bow my head, and he smiled and got up and held out his hand which I took and gave a hard shake. Something that came naturally to the human part of me.
"You're welcome, and you haven't seen the last of me. I promised to make your wish come true, so if you hang out by that hospital I'll come see you every day because a very good friend of mine is staying there." He beamed and agreed to be there when visiting time was over he would wait by the corner where we met. Before we parted ways I gave him the rest of the money from Jimmy's wallet which wasn't much but enough until I saw him again. I felt great, but something kept nagging at the back of my mind, and then it hit me. To make someone's life ten times greater even temporarily I had to sin, to lie. How far was I willing to save Dean? Would I loose all my righteousness to make things right?