"That's him?"
"I know. I couldn't believe it either. But, yeah, that's him."
"It's just...crazy."
Cas' eyes opened when he heard two voices speaking- presumably about HIM- in his room at whatever motel he was in. He sat up to look at them, the sheet pooling around his waist.
Deanna and a man were staring at him. He was about half a foot taller than she was, with long, shaggy hair and a much more grim look about him.
"'Mornin Cas," Deanna said, looking at the man next to her expectantly.
"Um, hi Cas-Castiel. I'm Sam...uel."
Castiel looked at Deanna, eyes wide. "You can't just keep barging in my room in the morning."
The angel looked confused. "Why not?"
"What if I was naked?"
A smug smile appeared on her face. "I rebuilt you, inch by inch. I've seen every atom in your body. Your dick wouldn't bother me."
Cas felt himself going red. The angels looked unfazed.
Samuel looked at his sister. "I should go."
She smirked at him. "See ya."
He disappeared, leaving Cas and Deanna staring at each other. Her vessel wasn't bad looking at all, he decided. If she wasn't the purest form of pure there was, Deanna would be the kind of girl Cas would try to stick around for.
Cas shook his head. "I'm gonna go shower." He got up, stretched, and then walked to the bathroom. "Also, don't call me Cas. You haven't earned it."
"You pull a guy from Hell and you'd think you'd get some respect..."
He stopped hearing her, because he turned on the tepid shower, drowning out her voice. The TV came on, so Cas assumed she was staying. He made a mental note to put on a towel when he got out.
When he was done, he made sure to tie one of the ratty motel towels around his waist, and then walked out. His resident angel was watching Scooby Doo with an amused look on her face.
"Why is Fred surprised? It only could've been the mayor, he's the only one with a key to the museum."
He smiled, walking towards the bag where he kept his clothes. He dug out a tee shirt and his last clean pair of jeans and turned to go back to bathroom, but as he did, he saw that Deanna was staring at him, a curious look on her face. She caught his gaze and then looked away quickly, going back to the TV.
Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Were you checking me out?"
She glared at him. I'm an angel, dumbass."
Cas wasn't convinced.
Castiel was about to murder her.
She insisted on following him around all the time, so he let her sit in the car with him, and she wanted him to put on-
"What do you mean you don't like Led Zeppelin?"
"It's not like I don't like Led Zeppelin, I just...don't like Led Zeppelin." "Let me tell you, Castiel, I've been around since before music was an idea in man's mind, and Led Zeppelin is so far the best musical group in history."
Cas rolled his eyes. "So, not to be rude, but why do you keep coming? Heaven, or wherever you live, must be really boring if you come down here to watch cartoons and critique my music taste."
"I've been waiting for that question to pop up. You see Cas, we have work for you."
"What makes you think I'm going to do it?"
"Because you're a good man, Castiel. A good man, a truly Righteous Man."
Cas snorts. "Righteous. Right. Tell that to my dead brother."
"Would you get over the dead brother thing?"
Cas shook his head. "What is it that I have to do?"
"Your buddy Lilith is breaking the 66 seals."
"I don't understand."
"Imagine a door. Or a gate. Yeah, a gate. This gate has 66 locks, which Lilith breaks one at a time. The last one breaks, and out pops Lucifer."
"Lucifer?"
"Lucifer."
"But...but Lucifer doesn't exist."
"And according to you about a month ago, neither do I."
"So what are the seals?"
Silence from the passenger seat. Cas glanced over at where Deanna was, except she has vanished.
"Angels."
"You let me die, Cas!"
"Jimmy..."
"I was happy in Heaven. I had my wife and child. And then I get one year with my brother and, just like that, you disappear, leaving me to get killed by demons!"
"No..."
"Yes, Castiel. I'm dead, and it's all-"
Cas threw the bowl of ingredients for banishing the witnesses into the fire he started. With a scream and a blue burst of flame, Jimmy Novak died a third time.
Cas didn't have time to grieve, however, because he'd banged his head on a bookshelf corner a few minutes prior, and he could feel the blood leaking from his temple. He was getting woozy, so he laid down and thought to himself that at least if he died, he might have a shot at the nicer parts of Hell this time.
A familiar set of green eyes appeared above him, laying a hand on his forehead. "Go to sleep, Cas. I'll watch over you."
He awoke what seemed like seconds later in his hotel room. His clothes were clean and he wasn't in any more pain.
Deanna sat at the foot of the bed, the TV turned to a news report about gay marriage.
"God is actually pansexual himself. My father will hear about this."
"Where are we?"
Deanna looked him. "Your hotel room. Nice job with the witnesses, by the way."
"'Nice job?' I almost died! Aren't you supposed to be watching over me?"
"You had it covered."
"Had it covered? I almost bled to death!"
"I have far more important things to be dealing with than a few hallucinations. There are more complicated seals to keep from breaking. I lost six of my best fighters today, Castiel."
"And you almost lost your precious Righteous Man too."
"Maybe you should flip through the Bible. I'm a warrior of God. I wasn't sent to perch on your shoulder. All you are is a pet, a chess piece."
"If that's all I am, then maybe you can find someone else for the job."
"I asked for respect before, and now I'm demanding it. I pulled you out of Hell. I can throw you back in. Now if you'll excuse me, my superiors are calling for me."