Hey guys, just a quick small chapter. This chapter was created due to a dream I had the other day. Yeah. Yeah. Cheesy as hell, I know. Nevertheless, I hope you folks like it. Warning, contains angel and sibling fluff.
Castiel was once again keeping a close vigil over the youngest member of the Winchester family. In fact, Castiel had always been a presence within the family, ever since the birth of Dean.
Chrissie was fast asleep in her warm bed, wrapped up tightly like a caterpillar in a cocoon. The child was growing more restless, since she had been told that Dean would be home within the next two days, after being in hospital for over a week. Yet, after a comforting hug and bed time story from Sam, the little girl was soon out for the count, after a struggle to get to bed.
Castiel was perched on the edge of the child's bed, his posture rigid and his gaze focused and alert. Rain battered against the window pane, and the heavy wind howled loudly. The angel had always found something peaceful about a rain storm, then again he knew if he asked Noah's opinion about rain, then he would get a different answer.
His eyes remained on the sleeping little girl. Rain storms would be the least of the child's worries in the future, to which Castiel found a dreadful pity. Heartbreak; deception, calamity and horror, would be the storms that the youngest would eventually have to battle alongside her family.
"Corruption is the result of fractured and damaged innocence," remarked the angel, his voice low and hushed. "My child, don't give into the corruption. You are still so young and pure, and if only you can remain this way. Yet, the forces against my Father will make sure that you will break and give into them, but I trust my Father and I know he will go to every length of protect you and your family. If only you knew about your fate. Not only your own, but that of your brothers."
The little girl wriggled underneath her bed sheets, and yawned in an adorable manner. Castiel sighed.
"Still, the time will come" he added, as he leaned over and gently petted the little girl on the head. "Furthermore, I shall be there."
Suddenly, a flash of lighting and a loud rumble of thunder crashed over head, which illuminated the dark night sky.
Castiel flinched nervously, as Chrissie woke in an instant and began screaming. The angel was clueless at what to do, or how to react. Was she in pain? Distress? Angry? It soon dawned on him, as he noted the tears streaming down her scarlet cheeks, that his small human ward was frightened.
Castiel twitched once again, as Chrissie threw herself into his arms, in order to seek comfort. The angel remained as stiff as ironing board, his eyes darting around the room. 'What happens now? How does one comfort a human?' pondered the angel.
"Cassie!" wailed the little girl. "Save me! I'm frightened!"
The angel timidly patted the child on the back, as she continued to cry out in fear. He cleared his throat as Chrissie was accidentally tugging onto his tie, whilst clinging onto him.
"Hush, my child," replied Castiel. "There is no need to fear the rain storms. My Father created the rain and clouds after all. Do you fear my Father?"
The sniffling child simply shook her head, and wiped her running nose against the lapel of Castiel's trench coat. Castiel blinked down at the smeared mess on his lapel, and once again cleared his throat.
"Lay your head upon your pillow, my child," instructed the angel, as he gently pushed Chrissie back down. "From my observations, it has come to my belief that a lullaby will sooth your worries."
The little girl cuddled up under her bed sheets once more, with her teddy bear tucked under her arm.
"Uh huh," she pouted. "Sing 'Hey Jude' Cassie, that's the lullaby my brothers sing."
Castiel blinked down at the child, and a small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.
"Oh sweet child, I'm afraid I do not know of that lullaby" he replied, his tone soft and gentle. "Though I shall sing the songs of my brothers and sisters."
Chrissie wrinkled her nose in adorable confusion, as an unusual sounding language fluttered from the mouth of her companion. The beautiful Enochian lullaby drifted around the small room, to the point it almost calmed the thunder storm itself.
When Castiel had finished his song, he gazed down to find the little girl asleep. At that moment, the door opened and Sam peeked in. The youth's eyes were blurry with exhaustion and concerned, having heard the cries of his baby sister.
"Chrissie?" he called out, his voice in a hushed whisper. Carefully, he padded over towards the bed. "Are you alright?"
The angel sitting on the bed was invisible to the young boy, therefore Castiel's presence remained unnoticed.
"Go back to sleep, Sam," said the angel. "No need to worry, as I'm watching over both of you."
Sam was deaf to Castiel's voice, making the angel's simple request go unheard. The thirteen year old leaned down, and planted a kiss on his baby sister's exposed forehead. He then gently eased himself down onto the bed, and curled up underneath the bed sheets. Chrissie, regardless of being in a deep slumber, sensed the movement, and realised it was her brother. The tiny girl then snuggled up next to Sam.
Castiel watched the siblings in awe. Kinship between siblings was something he could relate too. On observing the children before him, the angel felt a pang of home sickness. Nevertheless, Castiel had duties on Earth to fulfil, and he would guard the Winchester siblings with every once of strength and power he had available.
With a sigh, Castiel continued to sing his lullaby. He only stopped, when the morning sun rose in the sky.
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