I couldn't believe my eyes. There stood the angel himself, Castiel.
"I hope you and Dean know you're not funny calling my butt feathery." he grumbled.
I busted out laughing. The Salvatore Brothers are in shock, their eyes wide and jaws on the floor. I don't blame them. It's not every day you see an angel.
I finally sobered up and said, "Cas. I can't believe you've been real this whole time. But, why am I just finding this out now?"
Cas walks over toward me, tilts his head slightly, gets a little in my comfort zone and says, "You have always known, deep down. It just wasn't time."
I nodded and said, "Cas, you and Dean have talked about this countless times. Personal space."
The angel backs up and says, "My apologies. It's an honor to meet you in person, Miss Swan, while you're conscious."
I nodded again in agreement and smiled. Then I surprised the angel and gave him a hug. He awkwardly hugged me back.
The brothers have finally snapped out if their shocked state and slowly get up and walk to Castiel to introduce themselves.
Stefan holds his hand out first, "Stefan Salvatore, it's nice to meet you." Cas shakes his hand and looks at Damon.
Damon holds his hand out, "Damon Salvatore." They shook hands.
Cas looks at the brothers for a moment, studying them. Then feathers disappears.
"Well, that was fun." I grinned, breaking the silence. Then go to the kitchen and grab myself some milk. I get a glass, out the milk back, and sit down at the bar. Then I turn to the guys.
"So, how do I tell my friends?" I asked them. I'm still sort of dreading it. I don't know how they'll view me afterwards. I'm going to keep them safe, no matter what.
Stef sits down beside me and pulls my head to his shoulder.
"We'll be there with you. I can see it on your face that you're worried of what they will think of you. However, you're a terrible liar, so they will know you're telling them the truth. Just start with the easiest explanation first." he suggested.
"And what would be the easiest? That two of my best friends are traditional vampires, that I'm a hunter, or that I know an angel? How are any of those easy to show them without scaring them or making them think I've gone insane?" I questioned.
Beep beep beep.
Peter again.
Hey Little One. If you want, just go with the least frightening. That you're a hunter. If you need to, have your Dad be with you when you tell them.
Ease them into it, by showing them what each weapon of yours does. The Salvatore's might not like it, but you can use stakes to show them they're really vampires. Or they can just show their true form.
It's whatever you decide. I promise everything will be fine. And if it's not, you can rip my arms off and keep them for a week. Char gives you permission. Love you Little One.
-Yoda
I read it aloud and the guys were laughing at the last bit.
"Well, there's your answer principessa. Still, it's your choice." said Damon.
"I think I'll sleep on it tonight. Stef, I'm rooming with you. Just like old times. You each get a night with me. Then tomorrow we can all go to my house and get started with all this shit."
Stefan smiled and nodded.
The rest of the day, we watched movies together. Since I'm suppose to be relaxing today. That and their keeping an eye on me. Despite all the craziness that has become my life, I feel much better.
Nighttime rolled around fast, we ate dinner, I helped them with dishes. We made another big mess with soap water everywhere when we splashed each other. We were having fun and it was nice seeing the Salvatore's laughing and getting along.
I basked in it. They've been my entire world ever since I met them. We knew everything about each other. We trusted each other. I never wanted to lose what we had. Our friendship was the most precious to me.
Now, here I am, freshly showered, in some of Stefan's sweats and t-shirt. Laying on his bed curled into him. He fell asleep before me, so I'm just listening to his heart and trailing my fingers on his arm.
A little while later, I close my eyes, and darkness overcomes me, I fall into a dreamless sleep.
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, TVD, SUPERNATURAL OR THE WALKING DEAD
