Chapter 4

A week went by with no change. I was just stuck in a hospital bed with my brothers always beside me. I was healing up okay, luckily. Though, the docs were not happy to find out that I had ripped my stitched open. Once they repaired the problem I was doing fine. Sam liked to pass the time by playing card games with me. I never won, though. I even tried to teach Dean to play chess. That did not go so well. He got ticked off and almost threw the game board out the window. I couldn't stop laughing after that.

The worst part about being in the hospital was the therapy. I hated every time that guy, Justin, walked into my room. It was so painful. It didn't help that Justin kept looking at me with this look on his face that made Dean want to murder him in his sleep. I was so glad when they told me that I wouldn't need to do therapy 3 times a day anymore. Now it was only twice a day. Not much better, but I was okay with that.

Another thing about staying in the hospital, you can't sleep. Doctors will come in at dark o'clock and ask for blood or take my blood pressure. I was so tired. When I did get to sleep, it was a blessing. For some strange reason, I really wanted to have another dream with that guy in it again. The "angel of the Lord." Castiel said that if I needed him that I should just call. But, call how?

I sat up in bed (I could do that now with no pain) and looked out my window. I thought about his trench coat and dark spiky hair. Those blue eyes of his were piercing. It was like he could see right through me. I put my fingers to my lips. What was with that kiss? I could still feel the sensation of his soft lips on mine. I wondered why he did that. Could it be that he really was an angel? Could that kiss have been his way of saving me?

I closed my eyes, only to see his face. I wished I could see him again. I wished I could feel his lips. I just want you Castiel.

A breeze blew through my room and closed the door, gently. I opened my eyes and looked at the door. Turned with his back to me, was a man with brown, spiky hair and a tan trench coat. He stood there, with his hand flat against the door. My heart started to race. The background beeping began to race as well. Damn machine, I thought. Castiel slowly turned around and looked me right in the eyes.

"I believe you called me," he said in a rough, low voice. I stared into his blue eyes and forgot my pain. I forgot where I was.

"No, I didn't. I was just wondering why your appearing in my dreams," I said with a dry mouth. I swallowed and licked my lips. I felt flushed and dizzy. This is the best dream ever.

"This is no dream, Jordan. I am here. You called me. You said 'I just want you Castiel.'"

I didn't say that out loud. Did I? I nervously pushed my hair behind my ears. "Did I say that out loud?"

"You don't need to. I can hear your every thought. I can feel your every emotion. I can feel your pain." As he said these words he came closer to my bed. My heart throbbed with every step he took. "I suppose you have brought me here because of your injury."

He was no more than 3 feet away. I looked down at my side. I put my hand over my scar without thinking about it. "If this is real, then what are you?"

"I have told you. I am an Angel of the Lord."

"What….but there's no such thing as angels."

"Who would tell you something like that? Do you not believe what is standing right in front of you?"

"If you're an angel, then prove it." I don't know why I was saying these things. I didn't want this to turn into an interrogation. I guess it was just the hunter in me.

Castiel turned his head to one side. He looked at me with a confused look. "How can I prove it to you, if you do not believe that I am standing here?"

My turn to look confused. That comment made absolutely no sense to me. "Look, I don't care how you prove it. I just want to know what you are."

He came so close to me, I could barely breathe. His nose was almost touching mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. I saw nothing but his never ending, blue eyes.

"Look at me and tell me what you believe. Don't base your judgment on what you've been previously told."

I looked into his eyes. I thought about how he magical appeared in the room. I thought about him in my dreams. I thought about his eyes and his lips. My eyes moved to his lips. So soft and inviting. I looked back up into his eyes.

"I believe you." I could barely speak above a whisper.

Castiel licked his lips and his breathing sped up. I looked in his eyes as he backed away a little. I could now see his whole face. His eyes looked scared or nervous. His chest heaved up and down as he drew in short breaths.

I lifted my hand a little. "Cas…"

Before I could finish his name, he came down to me slowly and pressed his lips on mine. My heart jumped out of my chest. His eyes were closed and he began to relax a little. I closed my eyes too and focused on the most important thing at that moment; his lips.

It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt. I had kissed other boyfriends, but none of their kisses could compare to this. I couldn't control as my hands when up to the back of his head. I enlaced my fingers in his hair. I felt as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. My side began to hurt and without thinking I leaned back to ease the pain. Before I knew it, Castiel was kneeling on the bed trying to keep his lips on mine.

Suddenly, I realized what was happening. I was kissing some guy I had only ever met once. I don't even really know who he is.

I opened my eyes and gently pushed him away. He seemed disappointed.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that," he said. My hands were still on his chest and I could feel his heart racing like crazy. I drew my hands back.

"No I'm sorry. I'm not really in any kind of shape to…" my voice trailed off. Castiel looked down at my side. He started to pull down the covers. I smacked his hand away. That was just too close.

"Trust me," he said. I looked at him. I felt compelled to pull my hand away. I looked down at my side then back up at him. I moved my hand out of the way.

Castiel pulled back the blankets and lifted my night gown just enough to see the stitches covered scar. He placed his hand on it and I jumped at the contact. A warm sensation filled me. Castiel may have had his hand on my side, but his eyes never left my face. I looked down at his hand. It seemed to be radiating a golden light. It was bright and warm.

He pulled his hand away, and turned away. Where his hand had been, there was only a tiny pink scar. I almost jumped out of bed. Not only was I healed, but the pain was gone too. I got off my bed and stood on the floor. I tried walking and had no problem. I started to laugh as I danced around my room. I stopped and looked at the place where I last saw Castiel. But where he was supposed to be was just empty air. I looked around my room, but he was nowhere in sight.

I smiled. He really is an angel. He's my guardian angel.