Chapter Four
A/N I only own Esther. I do not own the show or the characters or any song mentioned. I am also writing this for fun and am not being paid. I'm so sorry it took forever to update. Sometimes life just gets in the way of writing. I'll try to update soon!
Dean looks to Cas. "Same silver as an angel blade? You sure, Cas?"
Castiel nods. "Yes, Dean. I must figure out where she got the blade to make this necklace." With that, Castiel flys off, vanishing into thin air.
Dean looks at Esther lying on the bed, and sits on the other one. He folds his hands together, and rests his chin on his head, thinking. Sam says something about getting food, and Dean is left alone with Esther.
A few minutes later, Esther wakes up. "Hey Dean. Where's Sam?" Esther says looking around the room. Dean doesn't respond, just continues to look at the ground. "Dean?" Esther asks, moving closer to that side of the bed.
"Your necklace. How did you get it?" Dean says with his head still low.
"Dean," Esther laughs, "I've told you before! A friend of mine gave it to me years ago. He was a very good friend, almost like a brother to me, but he had to leave, so he gave it to me to remember him."
Dean lifts his head and looks into Esther's eyes. "I know you're lying, Esther."
Esther's smile falls from her face. "Of course I'm not. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Cas says that your necklace was made out of an angel blade." Dean says. Esther's gaze falls to the floor. "Where did you get that necklace, Esther?"
"I can't tell you." Esther mumbles, barely audible.
"What?" Dean says, leaning in a little to hear her words.
"I can't tell you." Esther looks into Dean's eyes this time.
"Why not?" Dean yells. "We hunted together for years! You said you didn't believe in angels! Yet you have always had that necklace! You've made sure no one takes it or touches it! You told me you would protect that necklace over anything else you own, even the demon blade Sam gave you for protection! You would do anything for that necklace!"
By now, Dean is standing up. A single tear falls down Esther's face. Esther tries to change the subject to calm Dean down. "Who's Cas?"
This only makes Dean more angry. "Don't play that game with me! You know perfectly well who Castiel is!"
Esther looks toward Dean, confused. "Dean, I have no idea who this Castiel is."
"Oh, yes you do! When we woke you from your fevered dream, you screamed his name. You were mumbling for him not to go. You know perfectly well who he is. He was the one who found you before us. But explain to me why he said he never told you his name!" Dean yells.
Esther takes a deep breath. "Ok, Dean. I'll tell you everything, but you have to promise me something. Promise me that you won't tell Sam or Castiel. They can't know what I'm about to tell you."
Dean doesn't answer right away, leaving an awkward silence for a moment. "Fine, I won't tell Sam or Cas."
Esther repositions herself so she is sitting cross legged on the bed. "I know you probably don't want to hear this, and I won't blame you for how you react. If you want nothing to do with me, I understand." Esther takes another deep breath, preparing herself for what she is about to tell Dean. "I'm an angel. I'm a guardian angel. My real name is Estheriel. It was my job in heaven to take care of one fledgling. That fledgling was Castiel. He was the first angel to have a guardian. Normally, guardian angels have human charges, but I was tasked with Castiel as my charge. I raised him, but then Michael needed him. Castiel was going to grow up and be a soldier in Michael's army, but the war came too early, and he was taken from me. He was too young. They had to send him to Naomi so she could 'age' him, but at the cost of his memories of me. He doesn't remember anything about me.
"After he left, my next order was to go to you two. I had to decide when I thought you two were ready to meet Castiel, for both his safety and your safety. When I thought you two were ready to meet Castiel, I had to leave, so I made up that fake vamp story and left. Before I left heaven though, Gabriel came and gave me this necklace. It is a piece of Castiel's blade. Gabriel took it from Castiel when he wasn't looking and carved out a little piece on the pommel of the blade. It's so well hidden, even Castiel doesn't realize it is there. He gave that piece to me and returned Castiel's blade. Gabriel gave it to me so I would never forget him or Castiel. Castiel and I were never supposed to meet again. That's why you cannot tell Castiel. I understand if I am no longer welcome." Esther lowers her head as more tears start to fall.
Esther and Dean sat there with only the sound of Esther's sniffles to fill the air. After a few minutes of this silence, Esther attempts to get out of the bed and head out, feeling like she is no longer welcome with the Winchesters. As soon as she shifts all her weight toward her feet, she falls to the ground in pain. Dean finally snaps back to reality when he heard her fall. He quickly walks over to help her and tries to pick her up, but Esther attempts to shove him away.
"It's fine, Dean. Really. I'm okay. I understand. I'll just be leaving now." Esther says.
"Not with that leg, you're not. Just sit down." Dean sits Esther back on the bed and grabs some pain pills out of the first aid kit on the nightstand. "Here, take these. It will help with the pain in your leg and shoulder."
Esther takes the pain pills gratefully and they sit there in silence for another few minutes. Esther is the first to talk this time. "I'm sorry, Dean."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Essie." Dean says.
"You won't tell Cassie or Sam, will you?" Esther asks cautiously.
"No. I won't tell them." Dean looks to Esther and smiles. "And you can stay. We would never leave you. We will always be there for you!"
Esther looks up with an expression of shock and confusion on her face. "You're... you're not... mad?"
"No! I'm not mad. You should have told us sooner, but I understand that those were your orders. I can't be mad at you. You're like my little sister!" Dean laughs.
Esther laughs, "Thank you, Dean."
Sam walks in the door moments later, a bag of food in one hand and a drink carrier in the other. He sets the food and drinks on the table and then looks over to see Esther awake. "Hey Esther! How are you feeling?" He walks over, food and drinks forgotten as he lays the back of his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
"It hurts but I'm feeling better, Sam. It's good to see you again." Esther says.
"Yeah, it's good to see you, too!" Sam gives Esther a hug, but quickly lets go when Esther hisses in pain. "Sorry, sorry. Forgot about your shoulder!" Sam winces.
"It's fine, Sam. Your hair has gotten so long! I didn't notice how long it was in the alley because my vision was all blurry from the spe- fever. From the fever. It made my vision all blurry. Barely recognized you at first." Esther smiles. Sam checks all her wounds and they seem to be healing up nicely.
Dean stomach growls. "So, Sammy, where's the food?"
After they finish eating, they are all sitting in the motel room watching television. Sam looks to Esther and asks, "So, you never told us, how did you get those knife wounds? Cas- I mean, Castiel, our.. um..."
"She knows, Sam," Dean says.
"Oh ok. So Cas tried to heal you, but... um... he couldn't. He said that the only thing that could stop an angel from healing someone is if they have an angel virus... and um... it requires an angel blade dipped in a witch's blood. You said you were fighting a spirit..." Sam says.
"Yeah... um... I kinda didn't want to worry you. I was fighting an angel." Esther replies.
"Did you kill him?" Dean asks.
Esther takes a deep breath before answering, "No."
"Is that bastard gonna come back for you?" Dean asks.
Esther pauses for a moment to think before responding, "Probably."
"What was his name? We need to be prepared for when he comes back for you. You are in no condition to fight so it looks like at least one of us will have to stay-" Sam starts.
"I'll stay with Essie. You and Cas can find the angel who did this and kill him!" Dean says.
"Ok." Sam agrees. "What was his name, Esther?"
Esther looks down then answers, "Michael."