Chapter 6
Sam and Dean stood together helping the people in to the camp. The people were very thankful, some even crying out about them being angels. And Dean's face certainly said it all. Angels… sure. The next group of people were rather odd. The woman seemed awfully nervous around the man, putting the brothers on red alert. Castiel was his name. A rather odd name, at that. He was dark haired, stunning blue eyes watched the brothers with curiosity.
Sam gave a shy smile under the scrutiny. "Hi, I'm Sam."
Castiel cocked his head, his brow crinkled. "Sam Winchester."
Dean froze, his gaze cold as he studied the person before him. "That's right. Do you know him?"
"Indeed I do. You are Sam and Dean Winchester." Castiel smiled softly, even as the Winchesters exchanged alarmed looks.
Dean turned, shouting. "Rufus! Can you take over?"
When he got confirmation, Dean turned and beckoned for Castiel to follow him. Sam brought up the rear, puffing himself up, perhaps an attempt to look scary. Castiel decided Sam was no where near scary. A grand Cathedral stood tall and beautiful in the waning light of the evening. As they stepped inside, Castiel marveled at what man had made. The Cathedral had been converted into what appeared to be a fortress of sorts. Devils Traps covered the floors and along the ceiling were water sprinklers, rigged up to connect with the holy water. Castiel smiled softly, pleased to see his Father's house used for protection. Behind him, Sam shut the door and they were alone. Dean turned then, a glare on his face.
"What are you?" his voice was low and held the promise of pain.
"I am Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord. And I have been sent to protect you." Castiel attempted to sound gentle.
Dean scoffed, a sneer on his lips. "Oh look Sam! Here's our Guardian Angel! Where have you been all these years?... seriously though, angels aren't real. What are you?"
Castiel turned, his back to the organ with its huge silver and copper pipes, facing the brothers as he unflurried his wings. The shadow stretched along the stained glass windows, and coming to a stop near the arched ceiling. The blue light coming in through the stained glass window directly in the center of the pipes created a halo like effect.
Sam was the first to speak, as Dean did the impression of a fish. "You really ARE an angel." Sam Winchester starred at Castiel, awe on his face.
"I believe we have covered that." Castiel replied.
"Why here? Why now?" Dean asked, sounding angry. "Why not… oh I don't know. November 2nd, 1983?"
Castiel sighed. "Some things cannot be tampered with. As for, why now? Because what the demons have done. Your camps hold very important people. Those such as yourselves that hold bloodlines that cannot die out. Here within this very camp are 3 Prophets of the Lord. Your bloodline stretches back to Cain and Able. There are others like you and I am here to help keep you safe."
"Well…" Dean blinked, stunned. "Welcome to Camp Chautauqua."
