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[Part 9]

I guided my hand across the paper, the golden tint in my eyes was easily seen from the mirror to the right of me in the bathroom. The door was slightly open, and I tried to ignore the shirtless Dean I saw in the mirror as well. I was trying to focus on Castiel sitting in front of me, who'd begrudgingly let himself be my model for a moment. I would be an idiot to let myself lose this chance, especially when I could finally see his wings when he usually kept them hidden, even to other angels.

His wings were single set, black, blue tips on all of his feathers. They shined in the minimal light of the motel room, giving them this night like appearance. I had yet to look at my own wings, which Castiel was sure that I had, but he had also said that with time I would learn to hide and reveal them. Castiel's blue eyes were just staring at me, his dark hair making them look even more night blue.

A part of me was thankful for the sketch book Sam had picked up, along with color pencils and regular #2 pencils as well. When Sam had handed me the sketch pad, we were already on the road impossible for Dean to take the sketchpad back in to return it. The older Winchester was cussing out the younger for a couple miles while I had been running my hands over the unmarked pages, waiting for their masterpieces. It reminded me of the set that I had at home, that I was missing more and more. There were some of my best sketches in that... In fact, there was one picture that I wanted to show Dean, and Sam that I was a little concerned about.

I heard Castiel shift in his chair as I continued on. I'd sketched the outside of Cas' body, but I was concentrated on his wings. They were curled back on his back, a protective, embarrassed action that he probably hadn't realized that he'd been doing. It was cute nonetheless, and I wanted to hopefully one day get a picture of Castiel when he was least expecting it, so that I might be able to show the angel the pride he has in what he is.

Dean and Sam were going out, hunting per usual. Though instead of taking Castiel, like I'd thought they would, Nathaniel stated that there was a Nephylim that he needed to speak with that was in the town they were hunting in. So after several questions, and one test of how well Nathan could shoot a gun (pretty well might I add) they took off, leaving Castiel and I here by ourselves.

Had it not been for Nathaniel, who insisted that I stay at the motel where I was presumably safe, I would be out there with them both. So when they left after a half hour, I was stuck here for some odd hours of the day with Cas, who wasn't pleased either to be here. "Are you finished?" I'd been distracted, I looked my drawing that was halfway finished in the body now. I glanced back up at him, he didn't seem bored, and thinking back on his words he sounded a little anxious to stay where he was.

"Um-No, not yet. I'll be done in a moment though. If you would just hold your position a little bit longer I can show you what I have without any color." He nodded and continued sitting. I went back to the picture. I'd started at his feet, where I had drawn him barefooted in a biblical robe that didn't cover his feet. The farther up I went the more I started to expose his skin. His robe was open now, falling off of his shoulders and showing his chest. I could only guess what that looked like. His arms were rested on his knees, and his face stared forward. I paused only a moment when I looked at where the eyes would go. For the longest time, I sat there staring at those two blank spots. A part of me wanted to start drawing his eyes in color already, to pull out the beauty in them, to show him what he looked like to me and other humans. But I couldn't consider myself that anymore, could I? I wasn't a human any longer.

Mind made up I grabbed the blue and light blue pencils and added the color. I heard Castiel ask if he could see it before I started, but I just quickly answered, "I'll show you in a second. I just didn't want to do this part in pencil." Then after five minutes I flipped it around, showing it to the angel.

I just looked at the ground, until I felt a small tug in my hands where Castiel had taken the sketchpad from my hands, along with a pencil. Taking the chance I glanced up, his eyes were glued to the picture. The wonder and amazement in his eyes were enough to make me think this was the first time he had really seen himself not as an angel in his true form, but as what the world thought and angel was. What they believed them to be. How genuine and beautiful that they looked. That was what I grew up to see.

Unlike the grand Catholic churches, I grew up in a church that on the farthest wall was a painting of the Archangel Michael. I could remember when I was younger, 6 or 7 at the youngest, going down that hallway and sitting in front of the painting. Several attempts I tried to redraw him, to make him seem like his was alive on my pages but I could never get him to look as beautiful that the painter had done to put him on that wall. Every Sunday I would attempt the drawing, before I'd left I'd taken a picture on my uncles phone so that I could work on it at home. The printed out photo was sitting on my drawing board, next to a thousand sketches of the painting.

Castiel wasn't doing anything for a long time, until I saw him turn the page, rip it along the seams without harming the picture and turning to a blank page. His eyes glanced up at me and he was soon drawing his own picture. It didn't seem sketchy by any means, he seemed sure in every stroke of the pencil. From what I could seem when he rested the pad on his knee, he drew with hard lines. They were put in places for sured reasons, and they were perfect.

For a long time I just sat there, watching him like he had for me. It was fascinating to watch, to see him work. I wasn't sure if it was like this for all artists, but to me I could see every time he worked through how to move the pencil, how to place it on the page.

When he seemed to have finished he put the pencil down on the table next to him, beside the picture I had drawn earlier. He held the picture up, and I gasped. It was like I was staring at a different world. I was sitting, leg propped up close to my chest, arms curled around it. My head rested on my knee and my other leg dangled off the edge of a bench, instead of a bed. Two sets of wings were unfurled from my back, one coming up and curling around my side, the other set behind me and curled in almost a similar fashion. But what caught most of my eyes. I hadn't noticed when Castiel had picked up the gold and green from the casing and used them like I had for his eyes. When I stared at them I saw only flecks of gold on the rims of my eyes, and near my pupils were dark shades of green. Around the dark green were different shades of green, with some browns in there, but they eventually faded into the golden color I had only begun to see when I learned I am a Nephylim.

"Do you like it?" He asked, his hands together before him. I nodded, unable to really put the picture down. A part of me wanted to draw him again, just to see if I could repeat the same motion that he had done to draw me, but I knew that was impossible. This was flawless, unlike my sketchy style of drawing. I didn't look up, but eventually the picture was taken from my hands and replacing them were Castiel's hands.

His hands are soft, calloused in some areas from how much fighting he'd had to do in the past month. I let my fingers roam the surface of his hands, and a part of me wanted to move them further along up his arms and to his chest. I wanted to know him better, to see how far this could go between the both of us. The angel seemed to have a similar thought, his hands were starting to travel up my arms and eventually found themselves on my shoulders. I felt my own hands moving up his arms before he pulled away and walked off.

It was as if a spell was taken off at that moment, cause I heard the purr of the Impala then and looked to the clock. It was evening, but it wasn't late. Castiel seemed to be in a state of rage, surprising me. I hadn't noticed his anger earlier, had he been this way the whole time we'd been touching? Before I could ask, Nathaniel was walking in with a concerned look on his face. Dean and Sam weren't far behind, and they were covered in dried blood and sweat. I could only guess what they had run into during the hunt, and it hadn't been a werewolf like they had presumed.

-Never Know Thy Truth-

Sam took the shower first, not complaining one bit when they set their bags on the beds. Nathaniel sat on the bed across from Asariel, who was staring at Castiel from time to time in wonderment. Dean had walked over to the table to take his shoes off, where he spotted the two drawings.

He picked up Asariel's drawing of Castiel, and looked at the teen, "Hey, you draw this?" The Winchester asked, flipping it back around to look at it again. He was amazed at the detailed work, and the eyes. Had it been colored in Dean would have thought this was a photograph of Cas instead of a drawing.

The Nephylim glanced at Dean, "Yeah, I drew that up this afternoon." she stated, eyes flitting back and forth between Cas and Dean. The hunter didn't notice, but the angel had opted to sitting on the bed with Nathaniel. The prophet seemed to tense when he sat, but relaxed after he settled back into his thoughts again. Asariel licked the dryness from her lips, "So, what caused you to come home in this state?" She asked, motioning to the blood and sweat.

Dean frowned a bit and set the picture down. He ran a hand through his hair, and didn't speak for a long time. When he finally did Asariel was tense, along with Cas. "We ran into a couple of Demons, handled them pretty quickly, but they brought a hellhound... And they also had a prisoner with them," his green eyes shifted to Nathaniel, "That Nephylim that Nathan was gonna talk to was-"

"They were torturing him for information. Facts on how to kill Nephylim, and to find out how to get into heaven by using his grace... They also were trying to get information regarding Asariel for-neack- HIM. But I know Jeremiah too well to know that he didn't crack at all under their pressure. He's a tough kid." Nathaniel seemed proud when he spoke of the Nephylim, but Dean was still scowling.

With a shrug Dean continued, "Yeah, Jeremiah was there, and before we could even get close Crowley came in and stabbed Jeremiah with an angel blade. He was dead before he even hit the ground." Asariel's hands were at her mouth in an instant. She was shocked, and for some odd reason there was suddenly a comforting presence around her, like a warm blank or a father's comforting arm around her. Telling her everything would be alright.

Nathaniel's head was in his hands, Castiel's hard look on his face was enough to know that he didn't like the sound of a demon wielding an angel blade. Asariel looked up at Dean again, who was standing now, holding the back of the chair he'd been sitting in. "From now on Asariel... I don't want you to hunt. We can't risk anything going wrong with you there." For a moment there was tenderness in his words, kindness, but the feeling was gone the moment Sam opened the door to the bathroom. Shirtless, of course, he hadn't grabbed a shirt from bag when he walked in there. He'd been too distracted and used to when it was only him and Dean.

Nathaniel scowled when he raised his head, "Could you at least hurry and find a shirt? There is a lady present."

Sam scowled right back before slipping on a plane white t-shirt. His still wet hair made the t-shirt become transparent at the top anyways. Not that Asariel was complaining.

-Never Know Thy Truth-

The cross necklace was gripped firmly into my palm, I was sure that it would leave a permanent indentation in my hand with how hard I was squeezing it. I listened to the silent snoring of Sam and Dean, counting them until I got bored. Then I started counting sheep for the fifth time and got no where close to sleep. With complete frustration I got up from bed, throwing my legs over the side and getting out of bed. My sweats and tanktop stuck to my skin as I grabbed my shoes and a room key.

I walked silently over to the door, then walked out. Neither brother stirring. I had grabbed my coat by the door, putting it on to fight the nipping winter air. Though I could see my breath I could finally feel some sleepiness in my body. I'd always been able to sleep better in the cold.

A part of me wanted to go and grabbed my sketchpad from the room, the sky was beautiful and I wasn't falling asleep anytime soon. In my pocket I squeezed the cross, some part of me feeling watched. With wandering eyes I glanced to the side and saw a bench. Sitting there was Castiel, elbows on his knees seeming to be praying. It was against good judgement, but I walked over to him, sitting down beside the angel.

Castiel seemed to notice me because he shifted over, leaving some but not much space between us. We sat there for a moment, until Castiel sat up and breathed a heavy sigh. "You shouldn't be out here Asariel. Demons know what you look like now, they could try to take you away just as Dean-"

I stop his speech by resting my hand on his arm. It's warm compared to the air around us. I want nothing more than to snuggle into his side and sleep there. It would probably be more comfortable than the mattresses inside anyway. "I know, but I won't stay for long. I'm just out here till I'm tired enough to sleep in there... I have a lot on my mind, and I can't seem to answer all the questions."

He didn't argue, but his hand was over my in a short time. The anger from earlier seemed gone, like he was at peace for some odd reason. I didn't understand the angels strange mood swings, or why he would shift from gentle and warm to cold and calculating. Wiggling his fingers beneath my hand he brought my fingers up to his lips and kissed them.

My cheeks heated up, and I found myself looking at the ground in embarrassment. I was shocked to say the least when his other hand caressed the side of my face and brought my face up to meet his. We were a breath away from one another, a part of me wondered if he was going to pull back again and act as if nothing were happening. But he surprised me again by bringing me closer and laying his lips against mine.

A part of me was gasping, shocked, gasping for air even though I didn't need any air at the moment. I didn't realize it, but his hands had traveled to my sides, while my own hands were up behind his head. His tongue licked at my lips, asking to enter and I let him.

His tongue roamed my mouth heatedly, and a part of me wondered why I hadn't kissed this man-Angel sooner. He tasted like honey on my lips, so sweet I was sure that my teeth would rot within a week. When he did pull back I felt my cheeks flushed, and I was panting. He was perfectly fine, not so much a hair out of place except for the few I'd moved with my hands.

I was biting my lip, trying to hold myself back from kissing him again. Castiel's features seemed softer, and small hint of a smile was on his lips. It was almost nice to know that I had been the one to put it there. We didn't talk, but the more I stared I could see Castiel starting to think something over in his head. His eyes casted down only a moment before looking back up. "Asariel... I need to tell you something."

Tilting my head to the side I gazed into his eyes, "What is is Cas?"

He was hesitating, seeming to have the words caught in his throat. If it was this difficult to get perhaps I could tell him it could wait until he was ready. We'd only just kissed, it's not like I was expecting- "Asariel, I know who-"

He words were cut off by my screaming. I felt a pain in my back, my wings showing suddenly with black strings attached to them. I screamed again when I was pulled back and held flush against someones chest. Female to be precise.

"Naberius," Castiel hissed, but his cries of pain suddenly filled the air. I pulled against the demons hold, but soon I cried out as well.

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm in need of you little angel. Can't have you wandering off again where daddy can't find you." What was she talking about? Daddy? A part of me was scared, this demon seemed to know my father, someone I'd never met. Had they captured him as well? Was he actually still alive? "Let's go now, before those hunters wake up and ruin the fun." Then we were gone. Castiel's wide eyes the last thing I see before it all goes black.

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