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"Feathers?" Sam said. Looking rather taken aback. "You mean . . . on Cas?"
"What are you blind? YEAH. WINGS. They're huge!" Danny explicitly sets foward. "Faint actually & kind of hard to look at."
Castiel looked over his right shoulder diligently stretching out his tethered extra appendages. He stared at them like he'd forgotten an old friend. The guy gave Danny the impression of a dark wispy colored bird with some of its plumes poorly clipped off.
"Yes. Well. You have to excuse my companion." Castiel says. "By most standards human beings cannot see an angel's wings, unless we want to intimidate them."
"Cas." Sam chided.
"WHOA. Wait. What? Intimidate? ANGEL?" Danny caught his breath. "Like stringy instrument playing, halo over head, 'Obey thy lord!' angel, ANGEL? Are you nuts?" For some reason the thought of angels existing hit Danny like a ton of bricks. Sure. Ghosts were kind of hard to believe, but seriously. Angels? No one in his family was religious. In fact, Danny had never really stepped foot into a church. The only religious person he knew back home was his friend, Sam, (the Sam that was not Mr. Sasquatch, but actually a goth chick with a kick butt attitude) & they never really talked about stuff like that. If there were angels, there was probably a heaven & a hell too. Which were places Danny just assumed the departed went depending on how they lived their lives. He never once thought that there was some sort of higher power.
Sam tried to keep a straight face. "I know it's probably difficult to wrap a thought around that-"
"Impossible! Really." Danny says.
"But you did get the 'obey thy lord.' thing down. For what it's worth." Sam snorts. A seemingly long uncomfortable pause afterwards, "Did you need something, Cas?" Sam asks then.
"Yes. Actually." Castiel stared straight into Danny's eyes.
In return, Danny, stupidly gawked back with his mouth wide open. He sunk so far down into the mattress with his involuntary intangibility ghost power that he finally began to notice the bed sheet under his chin. Danny sheepishly jumped back onto the bed, whole again, with his legs crossed. Slowly staring back at Castiel, who unexpectedly held a right hand over his chest, & bowed his head down.
"I wanted to apologize, to you, Daniel Fenton." He said. "And on the behalf of my friends. Sam & Dean Winchester."
"Huh?" Was all that escaped out of Danny. He looked so confused as he felt.
Castiel held his head back up in a perfect posture, boring his stare back at Danny. Danny believed that Mr. Trenchcoat & Feathers was sorry, but he had no idea what he, or rather THEY, were apologizing for. Was it because of the whole kidnapping thing & throwing him in the back of a car's trunk thing? Or the stuff afterwards? He continued awkwardly gazing at the guy.
"You know my name." Danny comments. "How?"
"Let's just say, you and I have a common friend." Castiel nods.
"Friend?"
"Yes. I was told by this friend that if I ever were to meet a peculiar young man, with otherworldly abilities, to respect his wishes & keep him under protection. That goes for my companions as well."
Castiel looked rather sternly at Sam, who he in return seemed to shrink back on his seat.
SO at a loss. Danny had to ask. "Does this friend have a name by any chance?"
There was no answer. Only a swish in the air. Which now Danny deemed the sound of giant swaying wings.
"Whoa." Danny sighed. "You don't see that everyday."
"Uh." Sam shrugged. "Kind of do."
Danny was brought back to the foyer where all of the vintage communication devices were, he pulled out a chair from the table with the lit map of the world on it, & made himself comfortable. Well. As comfortable as a prisoner during visiting hours. Danny was cuffed up again, but nothing brute strength couldn't get him out of again. He told Mr. Sasquatch this, but then he did the thing with his expressive forehead, & stared at Danny like it was a challenge. A challenge Danny wasn't all that keen taking on. Not after the whole overshadowing incident. Besides. Danny had a lot of questions about Mr. Sasquatch being a hunter & why he hadn't let him go yet. Then Danny thought maybe it was because Mr. Sasquatch had some questions of his own, about being a Halfa, & why Danny hadn't blown him up to bits yet either.
Big brother Dean appeared with a different denim buttoned shirt jaded in green & another plain white tee underneath. Ones particularly without blood drenched all over them. He locked eyes with Mr. Sasquatch, & they went at it like cats & dogs. All Mr. Sasquatch said was that Feathers disappeared. Danny thought the getting knocked out cold, & getting tied with drenched, stinging ropes, or iron handcuffs were overwhelmingly old. But then. There was the pointless, overbearing, heated, arguments he'd had to hear. Danny was glad he had an older sister. Even they didn't bicker so much.
Jazz.
Danny wondered if she was wigging over his disappearence. Her. Mom, & dad. Two days. Two whole days & he hadn't been home. Who knows what kind of crud was going on in Amity Park. Danny sighs as he then thought about Feathers. Castiel the angel. They had a common friend, he apologized, guaranteed protection, & was to respect his wishes. Great. A ton of questions he'd have to find answers to later.
But first . . .
"You're bringing up crap from years ago! What the hell does that have to do with anything right now?"
"It has everything to do with right now!"
A scoff. "Jerk."
Another one. "Bitch."
Oh brother.
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