Standing outside the boys' school the sky is gray and gloomy. Castiel could hear children laughing inside. He doesn't want to bring conflict to such a surprisingly, pure place. He felt as though the weather was a reflection of his actions. Uriel stood resolved, eager even. He is leaning forward, eyes fixed on the building.
"How should we do this?" Uriel was junior to Castiel. The weight of responsibility settled across his shoulders as he needed to decide the best action. Uriel couldn't be alone with Anna, not yet.
"I will enter, and address the school's headmaster regarding Anna's whereabouts. I will need you to stay vigilant for anyone who tries to escape the premises. Incapacitate, don't kill." Castiel gave him a point look with the last statement. Uriel nodded and walked through the gate. He passed into the darkness around the building.
It was impressive to look upon. All red brick. Tall with power. There was almost no grass for the children, it was the city afterall. A solid black iron gate stood. Castiel immediately recognized the importance of the wrought iron. He remembered lore of iron's purifying nature. This is probably the only structure in this city with such a feature. An impression of strength emanated from the school. A strength he was here to challenge.
Castiel entered the path and pushed the heavy oak door open. Wind rushed by, flapping his trench coat as it flowed. The dark sky to his back and warm light illuminating his front left a striking impression. It was at that moment he first saw perfect green eyes.
The man turned to face him. Surprise across his handsome features. Castiel's breath caught. He felt his eye widen. The man he looked upon stood in the middle of the atrium. He was slightly taller than himself, dressed casually. But it was his eyes that made Castiel react.
Brilliant emerald green eyes shone against slightly tanned skin. The man's lips parted, as though he wanted to speak but couldn't. Castiel was in equal shock. They stared. Both caught. It was the first crack of thunder that tore through the tension, illuminating the room.
"Who the fuck are you?" The green eyed man demanded. There was wariness and fascination in his expression.
"I am Castiel, High Priest of the Lord."
"Yeah? I'm Dean." He cracked his lips into a small smile, almost as though laughing at how unpredictable his life was.
Castiel strides in confidently. His eyes trained on the stranger. On Dean. He wasn't here to bully. Castiel started wandering the atrium innocently. His fingers reached out and tinkered with the various objects. Not once did he turn his back, he wasn't stupid afterall. Dean could be aggressive for all Castiel knew.
The man was silent a few moments. "What is a Blue Eyes doing in my school?"
"I am here to retrieve someone." That statement struck a cord. This man does not possess the capability to mask his emotions very well. Slight panic stiffened his posture. Castiel picked at the flowers set out on a side table before facing him again.
"Yeah? Well, nobody's going anywhere until I know what's going on."
"What's going on," Castiel mimicked the way he talked, "Is a woman with Blue and Green eyes has taken refuge at this school." Castiel stepped closer to the man, invading his personal space for the first time, "And I am here to return her." Castiel felt calm as he spoke. His confidence hasn't wavered. Anna is here. He will locate her.
"Okay Rainman, whoever this chick is. She 'aint here." Dean threw his arms out to emphasize her lack of presence, taking a step away during the motion.
It was that moment Anna flashed into the room, off to Dean's right. Castiel almost wanted to smile at how poorly this man's lie was executed. Anna's expression was a little wild as she took in the situation. Her hair seemed as gorgeous red as always. The smile she used to wear, no longer present. What did catch Castiel off guard was her eyes. They'd changed. The blue and green hues had blended. What was once two distinct colours, was now something new.
Without looking away from her brother Anna gave instructions, "Dean. We need to go. Now" Dean, opened his mouth to probably protest. Quickly she snatched his arm. Both of them seemed to disappear into thin air.
"Impossible," Castiel muttered. He walked forward into the space the two had just occupied. "That was no flash." It was almost as though they both went transparent, then were gone. Castiel felt a small brush of wind pass his cheek. It was uncharacteristically warm and out of place. He stood alone in the atrium now, trying to decide which direction Anna may have fled in.
Thundering boots started a racket upstairs. Quickly the person descended a nearby staircase. A gruff older man came into view. His clothes looked as worn as he did. He sported a beard and double barrel shotgun, which was quickly leveled with Castiel's face.
"You and your kind aren't welcome here. Get the hell out!" As the older man demanded, a faint smell of whiskey reached Castiel's nose.
"I am no threat to you," Castiel stated. He did not hold his hands up despite the obvious threat.
"Then why do you have a Blue Eyes creeping around outside?" The older man began to advance threateningly. He chambered a round; a sound that made Castiel's blood run chill. It was time to disarm the situation. Castiel flashed, appearing behind the unwitting man. Quickly Castiel twisted his right arm away from the trigger. Next he kicked the back of the man's knees. Now the man had his arm trapped and was at Castiel's mercy on his knees.
"I am not here to harm you," Castiel tried to clarify. Castiel seized the gun and kept it in the grip of his free hand.
"Who the hell are you?" Disbelief was obvious in his voice. Castiel couldn't see his expression but had a good idea what it was at that moment.
"My name is Castiel. I am here for Anna."
"Great. I'm Bobby. Anna's long gone by now," As Bobby introduced himself his tone of voice indicated to Castiel that he did not feel the situation was indeed 'Great'. Instead pain and anger coloured his words. Castiel could feel an aged frailty in this Bobby person. His arm was both strong in Castiel's grasp, and simultaneously weak. If he really wanted to, he could probably break Bobby's arm easily. With that thought, he released the trapped man.
"She is still near," Castiel disagreed with the idea that she'd fled far away. He could still feel her closer than ever. Why hadn't she left the school? Why stay so near? Why can't he flash to her? This just wasn't making sense. Not much about this mission is. Castiel's eyes lost focus for a moment as he directed all of his abilities on Anna. He thought of Anna's changed eyes. Anna's pure heart. Anna's smile. He felt the power well in his chest.
Bobby saw Castiel's internal distraction. He saw as those blue eyes became brighter. Not wasting the opportunity he grabbed the shotgun away and tried to swing it's butt into Castiel's temple. He missed and stumbled into thin air. Castiel had flashed away.
"Well god damn it," Bobby cussed.
When Castiel re-appeared he was in a hallway. It must have been in the school still, everything had the same basic design to it. Anna had to be nearby, Even if he couldn't get a strong fix on her, he couldn't give up yet. There are four doors in this area. Probably some sort of housing or apartments.
The best way to investigate would be going door to door until he finds his query. He grasped the the handle of the first door. It was locked. 'Huh.. should have guessed it would be.' Castiel put his ear against the frame to determine if anyone was inside. If he could avoid giving away his location he would. There was silence. He looked at the bottom of the door frame for light. It was dark. Castiel stepped back and quickly swept the hallway with his eyes trying to locate any tool that could assist in opening the lock with minimal noise.
Suddenly, a young man's scream of pain tore down the hallway. 'Well if that isn't a sign..' The pained man was two doors away. Hastily Castiel reached it and decided against stealth, afterall someone needed his help. Doing exactly as he had done with Uriel he kicked the door at it's handle and barged into the room. Again, just as with Uriel, he was struck on the side of the head. Rendered useless on the floor for the second time in a day Castiel was able to marvel at his own ignorance before he once again fell into a sweet darkness.
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I'm sorry Castiel keeps getting injured. Just remember, this is the first time he's been in a real-world situation. And once he feels someone is in danger, his instinct is just to react. To help. Like Samandiriel said Castiel always had too much heart. He'll get everything sorted out soon. I'm also trying to take a few cues from the original show so there might be a few situations here that will parallel Canon.