There is a fire inside of this heart
And a riot about to explode into flames
Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?
Chapter 3
The car ride is an education of music and just talking and resting. Sam is staring at Castiel sleeping. Turning he looks at Dean.
"It's so weird watching her sleep." Dean looks in the mirror at her then to Sam. "Angels don't sleep." Dean huffs. "So did Chuck tell you what is going on?"
"Not really. Just said that we need to see him and everything is changing. Upstairs are not happy." That doesn't sit well with them. They can make it there in a half an hour if he floors it. Looking into the backseat he sees Cas sleeping. It will take an hour at this speed. Looking to his brother seeing him be more himself. They can take the hour.
Arriving they exit to Dean moving to the back door. Tapping on the window to wake the angel. She wakes to glare at him. Sam opens the door for her. Chivalrous he still is and Cas is his angel too, now. She exits and looks around. They left while it was dark now there is light everywhere. Her eyes close taking in the warmth. Both brothers look from one another to watch the angel take in the sun. Simple pleasure of being human welcoming the warmth upon her skin. Sam smiles at how the angel is adapting.
"Come on," Dean says spoiling the moment like always. Her eyes flash open to look at Sam. Sam shrugs as Dean passes him to get into the house.
"Come on," he puts his hand on her shoulder pulling her with him. They go up the steps to see Dean has already entered. Walking in they see Dean looking furiously at some papers and Chuck looking nervous. Seeing Sam then looking to Castiel his eyes going wide.
"Castiel," Chuck rushes forward and embraces the small angel. "You're alive, thank god." Backing up a little he looks behind her. "Your wings, Castiel how bad do they hurt?" her eyes go wide looking at the boys in concern before turning back to him a face full of question. "I saw. What they did? And I'm sorry about Jimmy."
"Chuck," he backs up more.
"Sorry, yeah um." He runs into his kitchen. The brothers turn to look at her. She backs up under their gaze. Hating that she is frail and vulnerable.
"Your wings?" Sam asks.
"Is what he wrote true?" Dean lifts high the papers. Looking between them she steps forward to take the papers. Dean hands them over as Chuck comes back in with milk and Oreo cookies, Castiel's favorite. Seeing Cas looking at the papers he sets them down going back to the kitchen he gets the beers and pretzels for the boys. Coming back out to see Cas picking up a cookie and Sam reading the papers.
"You saw?" she asks before she eats the cookie. Chuck nods.
"Yeah in visiony Technicolor. How are you even walking?"
"I am an angel and I had too"
"Wow, more power to you." He drinks his own beer. Dean takes a long drag of his beer. If everything he read was true, damn.
Zachariah's hand gripped tighter and tighter around her grace. Inside she screams louder then when they lashed out on her wings reeducating her to be a good solider. She is a good solider just not what they want her to fight for. Inside she can feel pain erupt anew from a different source, Claire. Claire is frightened and screaming. With another tug her screaming ends. The energy of the soul fading. Castiel can feel the hole it is creating. She promised Jimmy she would keep his family safe. Tugging back from the grip she secured her grace around the soul. Letting it get warm and powerful enough.
He Chuckles at her. At her naiveness at helping the soul when he could crush her. The soul gets warm. Castiel smiles as she feels Claire is safe. She can go be with her father. With her released into the great beyond the present brings itself to the front again. The angels holding her wings painfully and Zachariah twisting her grace. She needs help but who can help her. Dean won't. He is burdened with her vessel. She will die here and they will never know. Sam and Dean will never know what she needs to tell them. There has to be someone who can help her. Someone who has always been there.
ANNA! She screams through her grace. The outburst costing her more of her fading strength. Grace, life source for an angel, is dimming. Not much left. Praying to whomever will listen to help her a little. Save the Winchesters.
"Anna," she whispers to the air of heaven. They pull her wings to bring her back but she is already gone.
Anna had heard a prayer to her. She was sitting in a pew in the Sacra Coeur when it vibrated loudly around her. Red hair flipping over her shoulder
Sam sets the papers down on the overly crowded coffee table. His eyes looking to Castiel who was drinking the milk Chuck had given her.
"Well," Dean grunts. Hating when people sacrificed for them. Hating that it was always for the greater good. Now the daughter had died along with her father. And Castiel had given up her home. Her wings are in a condition and finally her grace, her life force. Looking at the naive angel. Hands gripping tightly her glass of milk.
"It is as the prophet wrote."
"So Claire is gone?" Sam asks looking at her. She nods.
"There is only me in here. This is my vessel for eternity." How ever long that may be? She sets down her cup.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I didn't have time. And Dean is always disgusted and you only need me for my blood. I am unimportant."
"Don't you ever say anything like that ever again." Anger boiled through his body and words. Dean runs his hands along his jean clad thighs. "Cas, we aren't worth it and you are part of this family now. You should have told us."
"Would you have listened?" she looks into his hazel eyes. He steps back mentally. He would have. Had she tried? Sam rests a hand on her shoulder.
"How bad are your wings?" she looks over her shoulder.
"I fear they will never heal properly." Chuck takes his normal lounge seat.
"Castiel?" she looks to Chuck. He smiles wanly at her. "There's more."
CHAPTER 3
The brothers sat and listen intently as Chuck tells them of his recent visions. It's all kinda loopy for him but he stutters a few times explains.
"Everything seems double sided now like the way it should of gone and the way it did. It's so weird."
"So why didn't you call us earlier about this?" Sam makes a motion toward Castiel.
"Cause my visions are of you. The only other time I had more on Castiel's point of view was when he rescued you from hell. When his wings burned in hell fire darkening his beautiful pale blue wings to reach the righteous man. " Dean looks shocked. He has been a dick toward the angel. An angel who had given up her wings for him. Went to and through hell for him. Who defied her brothers so she could help them. Who is more human now because of them.
"What color are her wings now?" Sam asks pulling Dean from his self loathing. Chuck grunts before looking to Sam after looking to Castiel who is remaining silent and still.
"Um, black." He looks to Castiel for confirmation. She does a mere nod before going still.
"So how do we change them back?"
"You can't." she says. "They are forever burned. But it was my duty to and it proves what I did for God." She stares at Dean. Those long looks that they had shared in the past back now in tiny blond form. He looks in them seeing Castiel shine through. Seeing him so lost and in pain. Pain. Moving forward.
"Cas, CAS!?" Her hand going to her forehead. Pain lacing through her.
"Castiel," Sam moves grabbing the little angel pulling her close to his chest. Rubbing her back as she groans in pain. Dean moving in to help. Chuck standing looking around.
"What is it?" Sam looks to Chuck whose eyes have gone wide as saucers.
"You have to leave." Sam begins to pull Castiel up. After all these years of fighting the supernatural he can move quickly when told to. "It's my protector. I should have seen this, why didn't I?"
"Cause I wanted Castiel all to myself." They both turn to the new intruder. A black man in grease covered overalls stood before them. "Castiel." He sneers. Castiel sits up her eyes going wide shrinking back. Sam getting up to protect her. "How noble of you Winchester but I don't need to touch her physically to hurt her for I already have her." He shows his hand with something glowing in it, just like Zachariah. They tore what bit of Castiel's grace in 2. His hand squeezes and Castiel throws herself back into the couch arching. Sam wants to do something but what. "There is nothing you pathetic monkeys can do."
"Really," Dean smirks. Raphael turns those dark eyes on him. Dean can swear they almost go black like a demons. "ANNA! GABRIEL! BALTHAZAR! WE NEED YOUR ASSES, NOW!" Nothing happens. Raphael smiles darkly. "This is awkward."
"Pathetic." Raphael sneers.
"Yes you are." The archangel turns to see three rebel angels before him. Dean's prayers are answered. There is shock then anger.
"You are siding with this monkey and waste of grace."
"What are you afraid of?" Gabriel challenges. Shocked to see his long lost younger archangel he still sneers.
"Nothing."
"That is where you are wrong?" Balthazar spoke. Rummaging in his pocket. "You should give us Castiel's grace."
"This fledgling isn't worth this."
"Then give us the grace." Anna steps forward. A wall of angels between Castiel and himself. He squeezes the grace in his hand. Castiel screams loud. Sam moving to hold the angel close to his chest. He wants to help but knows he is no match against an archangel. Let angels deal with fighting the archangel. She arches to his touch but he pulls her to him.
"I got yah Castiel." She coughs and this time blood seeps out from the side. She either bit the side of her mouth or bit her tongue. Looking to the angels they have encircled the arch.
"Why join this revolution?"
"Cause we believe in free will. Give it to us." Gabriel holds out his hand. They stare at one another.
"No," he squeezes with all his might the light growing bright and ash falling from his hand. He is destroying it. Anna moves in with her blade. Raphael throws his arm at her knocking her back. Balthazar rushes in with his blade and somehow Raphael pulled out his blocking that attack. What he also gets is Gabriel grabbing his grace occupied hand. Pulling with all his force.
Castiel is withering in pain as Dean and Chuck approach. Tears are tracking down her face. Sam is holding onto her tightly. Dean wants to join but where. Gabriel is being lifted off the ground. Castiel screams again as he squeezes his prize tighter. Deciding he leaps onto help Gabriel pry the grace from the fist. Gripping on realizing this dude is strong. His fighting skills rivaling all of them combined. Come on 4 against 1 and their losing.
"Gank him already." Knifes clinks beside him. One grazes him. Damn, he thinks. They are suddenly pushed into a wall. Looking over at Gabriel he sees the desperateness. Gabriel does something very dirty.
He bites down hard on Raphael's arm. This gets the distraction they need. A knife finds home. Gabriel scrambling quickly to get the grace. They are all blown off as Raphael's great grace and soul burst from his shell. They all crumble to the ground. Paper flying through the air. Sam yearns to see the outcome.
"Gabriel?" Anna asks as she gets up. Bits of paper cling into her red hair. Looking around she finds him by a wall holding something close to his chest. His eyes looking down cooing at what he held.
"Did we get it?" Dean asks getting up and pushing the body off of him. A burnt wing layout displayed on his back. Balthazar walks over to kneel beside Gabriel.
"How is it?"
"Weak, it needs help?"
"Give it here." Gabriel looks to his brother.
"Let me first." Remembering the grace when he had helped his father create this life. Watched him herald a new angel to their ranks. As bright as the sun. Wanting to make his final angel perfect and slight practice for his next endeavor. Moving in he kisses the grace letting some of his own seep in before giving the precious cargo to Balthazar. He smiles doing the same. They can spare a little. Moving over he goes to where Sam is holding their sister.
"How is it?"
"It's weak but it will help." Moving in he takes his grace filled hands moving it to the side of Castiel's face. The grace recognizing her own and seeping in through the touch and push. Castiel arches as it enters her. "Ssshhh, sh, it's all fine." The other hand stroking the young face. "We're here." The blue eyes open to look at him.
"Balth…" she croaks.
"Yes, I'm alive and well sister. Rest now." His hand strokes her temple forcing her to rest. Sam watches the emotions splay across Balthazar's face. The main one, love. "You take care of her." He vanishes.
Anna walks over to Gabriel and Dean who had watched the display. The angel leaving before they could say anything extra. Moving over Anna kneels before Sam and Cas.
"Is she alright?"
"She'll be weak for a while but she has some of her grace back. Poor Castiel." Running her hand through the blond hair. She looks to the brothers. "You need to leave here. They will have sensed this. Keep her safe."
"Anna," she looks to Sam. "Is it true about Castiel's wings? Are they?" Anna nods slightly.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. They will heal but never that blue ever again. Good bye." She flutters away. Gabriel comes over next. Looking down at the boy he put through hell. Watching his brother die over and over again. Then to his little sister who had brought so much hope and fun in him.
"Watch that habit of yours. Angel blood can become addicting too." Sam nods holding her close.
"Oh before I go." Gabriel bends down kissing Castiel on the forehead running his hand along her face. Before their eyes she ages from the 13/14 to about a 17/18 year old. "It'll help you on your trials and allow Cas to expand a little. Keep her safe and if anything happens to her I will hail brimstone upon you." He flaps away. Sam takes in the older form now. Her hair has grown by several inches. Her cheeks have thinned out and has grown at least 4 more inches making her officially 5' 6". Clothes revealing more skin. Tilting his head he realizes how pretty she is. A blanket is thrown over her to conceal the skin. Looking up he sees Chuck standing there. The culprit of the blanket.
"I'll email you if I get anymore headaches." Nodding Sam pulls Castiel to him. The weight difference he can feel now but can still handle. Getting up he carries Cas to the car.
CH3
"Wow, she's hot."
"Dean," Sam scolds as they drive from Chuck's place. His own eyes constantly looking to the back seat. "We need to get her some cloths.
"Well that is you duty."
"What? Why me?"
"Cause she's your blood bank."
"Well she raised you from perdition." Dean scoffs. His Castiel being different from female Castiel. It's so weird for him to wrap his head around. Monsters use to be the same way. There are the vial and ate humans for fun. Yet they had met some reformed ones. Not everything is as black and white anymore. And angels, one is playing himself up as a Norse god. One is a human turned angel who originally is an angel who fell to earth to become human. One just ran away. And this one who was a male, who rebelled for them, possessed a teen girl to become excommunicated for them. Now an aged, legal girl. "Dean don't hit on Castiel. She won't understand and you'll confuse her." Dean looks at him. "I mean it."
"He's, she's my angel."
"She's our friend." Dean looks in the mirror and smiles. Shaking his head he continues to drive. Sam reads over the papers again. "Claire is gone."
"Yeah, I know."
"Does that make it easier for you now to accept her."
"I'm not happy. I'm just… come on dude." He motions to the paper. "I understand more now. And nothing is, as it seems. Ok! I get it. Leave it alone. I'm good." Dean turns on the music. AC/DC blares over the system. Sam looks to the backseat to still see Cas asleep. Glaring at his brother he returns to the paper.
CH3
They drive all day and through a night. Sam switching places with Dean so he can rest. Castiel remaining asleep during all of this. Yet they can drive only so far without a proper rest and a proper meal. Also nice to pee in a decent urinal.
Waking her up she looks around extremely disoriented to where she is. A falling angel or healing angel trying to get her human feet moving. It's between lunch and dinner when they stop.
"What are we doing here?" Sam holds the door open helping her out. Sam looks at her newly exposed skin and tightness of attire. Looking to the diner which had several bikers and other types that they would drink and hustle but with her like this.
"Get back in the car."
"What, why?"
"Please it's a human thing." She sits back in looking to Sam. Sam moves around to the trunk looking for cloths. Then in a corner is a backpack that reads 'Angel' on it. Pulling it toward it he opens it. Inside are girl cloths. Looking up to heaven he thanks her angel fiends. Grabbing a top and jeans he moves to Castiel. "Put these on."
"Why?"
"Look at your cloths and look into my eyes." She does as requested and sees something.
"I understand." Sam turns to give her some privacy. Also to make sure no one is watching her change in the backseat. Dean having gone in already to use the little boys room. Breathing deeply he wonders what the hell have they gotten into. They averted the apocalypse. No Lucifer. Lilith is still out there but they know the truth of what she is. She needs to be dealt with but how. Castiel has fallen far and now female. Needs time to recoup in order to go fight the fight upstairs. Not become a martyr. Should they still be stopping seals or closing them or…
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Turning around his jaw drops. Her bosoms had perked in the up age. The Aerosmith t-shirt she sported showing them. Bra, he thought but she has one on. When did she? Then he looked to heaven one of them must have thought and did. Yet how did she? The jeans were another issue. They snuggled in all the right places. The design on the leg, a flower, growing from her right leg all the way to the top where... Sam had to turn and breath for a moment.
"Do I look terrible?" Sam has to turn quickly to catch the quick emotion of sadness cross her face.
"No, no you look great. I mean really nice. I mean… Cas, you look good ok." She looks into his eyes and blushes. He likes it. Oh no, better move quickly before he pulls a Dean foolish stunt. "Come on let's get food."
Entering together people look toward them and a little longer on Castiel. Sam glares at the bikers who are at the bar gazing at her. Dean smiles as they come in.
"Looking good Cas."
"Thank you. I gather this is the bag that Anna left for me."
"Yeah I guess so. There is more cloths in it."
"There should also be an angel blade in there as well."
"Good. Good," Dean smiles as they take a seat and the waitress comes over. "Hello Cyndi did you miss me?" the young waitress smiles polity at him.
"For those few minutes, maybe a little" Dean smiles wider. "So what will yah have?"
"I'll have a bacon cheeseburger and a coke." The waitress looks over to see Sam helping Castiel.
"You can't have milk and cookies for every meal."
"Can I have them after?" Sam nods. She smiles looking at the menu. Sure Castiel can read human but food meanings.
"I'll have a chicken ceaser salad and a coffee." The waitress nods smiling longly at Sam. Sam half smiles back. Then her eyes fell upon Cas who was staring deep into her. Thing is Cas is looking at her, seeing her.
"What is good?" the waitress stops the stare contest to look at the board.
"The seafood Mac and cheese is pretty good and then there is the jambalaya which is to die for."
"I'll have that then and a glass of milk, thank you."
"Your welcome sugar." She walks off. Dean looks after the waitress then to Cas.
"Guess she flies that way."
"Which way?" Dean looks about to say something but refrains. Shaking his head he looks around. Several people keep staring at them. Yah they are the new element but are just passing through.
"We need a job?"
"We need a good night sleep."
"Cas had enough of that."
"I had my grace ripped out of me Dean. What is your excuse?" Dean's eyebrows raise and Sam giggles. "You two fight like children and are loud when you bicker."
"Wait you were asleep?"
"When I could? Will we have beds tonight?" Sam looks to Dean then to Cas.
"Yeah we need bed rest as well."
"Yeah how is the bed arrangement gonna happen?" Dean spoke looking at Cas who normally doesn't sleep. The standard double twin room. Not enough to afford two rooms.
"You will take one bed and Sam and I will share the other."
"What?" Sam eyes widen looking at her.
"Hold the phone. Why are you sleeping with him and not me?" Dean seemed affronted that she chose his brother over him. She fought for them. They had eye sex all the time. But ever since she became a she Sam has been there. He refused to accept Castiel in an innocent child. Then the world changed and Claire is gone before her time and the vessel is all angel. She looks at him long like old days.
"Sam doesn't move as much as you do when you sleep. He remains on his side while you are everywhere."
"Wha…"
"How do you know this?" Sam asks. She looks uncomfortable.
"My superiors thought I was getting to close to my charges, you. I would watch after you whenever I could. It also helped me learn how to interact more. But I only really had time to observe when you were asleep."
"That's creepy." Dean adds. Sam just looks at her. So angels can be there and remain invisible to the human eye.
"Anything else you see." Castiel had seen a lot of both boys. She had learned their morning routines in and out of the bathroom. Knew who always slept where. And where weapons were hidden around their domicile for the night.
"I…" she is saved by the waitress bringing their food over.
"You enjoy now." She walks off. The brothers ignore her to focus on Cas.
"Cas?" Dean asked ruminative with double entondras.
"Eat your food." She grumbles before digging into her food. Sam shrugs his shoulder and dives in. Dean picks up his burger but his eyes remain on Cas. Cas who had seen them naked and vulnerable. Well they have seen her as well. Yet why is he now affronted that she wants to spend more time with Sam then him. What the hell is wrong with him?
CH3
They find a room 6 miles from the diner. The boys carrying in their duffels while Cas had her two backpacks. Dean plopped his on the bed closes to the door. Opening it up to get inside. Sam laid his on his bed and gently rested his laptop bag down. Castiel stood and watched the boys do their routine. Truly at this moment she felt like an outsider. Felt like the invisible angel she had once been who watched over them. It hurt to think on then to this. Now with her own bags and place she needs to find for herself.
Taking in the room she notices the deco and how it seems every motel room they stay in has a wall of glass or see through plastic by the door. The door being cornered off. She is still looking at it when Sam gets her attention.
"Hey you okay?"
"Why do they have a wall by the door?" Sam looks at it, really does. It became standard on their rooms he just ignored it.
"Just in case." She nods satisfied with the answer. "Um, you gonna set your stuff out?" she looks around the room. The boys had done their normal routine. Sam only noticed her still standing in the same spot when they entered when he went to lay salt lines out.
"Where?" Sam looks around the room. The boys had done their usual and marked their territory.
"Lay your stuff on my bed and go through it see what you got." Nodding she does as suggested. It is a good idea to know what one possesses. Setting her stuff down she opens first the bag that Bobby gave her. Dean watched as her eyes lit up as she removed a package of real Oreo cookies. Setting them down she rummaged some more. Dean's eyes still on her. Wondering what she got. Wondering what he can barter for. Next was a box. Inside are fake ideas for a much younger Claire form. But they were blank ones to be filled. Her eyes looking to Dean who was trying to see inside. She shows him.
"We're gonna have to get you some new pictures." She nods setting the box down. The next object is heavy and awkward to get out. Lifting the rectangle object out she lays it on her lap. Running her hand over the burned symbols on the front.
"What's that?" go Sam for noticing the book, pulling a chair over to watch her go through her belongings.
"It's Enchoian. It's tales and information on angels." Sam notices the post it note as she opened the page where the yellow paper is adhered. She smiles and then wanes.
"What is it?"
"It is me. Of what little information there is of me." She looks at the post it on the page after her small blurb. We make our own histories. Smiling again she closes the book. Setting it down she goes back to her bag. Her head tilts as she pulls out a sawed off. Setting it down she pulls out a bag of rounds. Then inside is more a makarov pistol. Admiring it for a moment then setting it down. Another bag of ammo. Then in the bottom is a dress. She pulls it out to look at it. It's a simple sundress but it is pretty with sunflowers on it. Setting it down she looks into the bag once more. Her head tilts to the side looking deep into the bag. She puts her arm in then pulls out a necklace. It's beautiful and intercate. Lifting it fuller she lets the light play off the jewels in it.
"Wow, who knew Bobby is into jewelry?" Dean scoffs. His eyes going from the necklace to the gun, admiring that more. Sam though scoots closer to look at the pendant. The Celtic eternal knot with gems along the path then dangling from it a crystal.
"It is very beautiful and it is not Bobby's."
"You can tell?" Sam looks at her. She nods.
"The life energy used to fuel the spells on it. It was Pamela's." Sam holds his hand out.
"May I?" Castiel hands it over. Sam looks at it with sorrowful eyes. Her last alive moment telling him what he was doing was wrong. Then remembers the time they met and she helped them out even after, her eyes. Dean eyes it for a moment after learning the original owner. Why would Bobby give her this? A person who despised angels. A person who lost their sight to them, to Castiel. A magnificent woman who lost her life doing the will of angels. Dean wanted to rip it from Sam's hands and hide it. But there had to be a reason for this. Bobby didn't know about the angel's involvement. "Come here." Castiel gets up slowly moving to Sam. "Turn around." So trusting she is of them. Sam lifts the necklace over her head so it lays down around her neck. Dean has to admit it looks nice. Sam clicks it into place. "There." Cas turns to look down at the pendant.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome." She moves back to the bed to pull her other bag over. Sam laughs as he reads 'Angel' on the bag. Wondering who picked it out. Opening it she removes an angel blade. She sets it down with her other weapons. Then she pulls out another thinner looking one. Holding it to the light it gets lost. It is so thin. Smiling at it she rest it down. Diving in again she pulls out cloths. T-shirts, jeans, underwear, bras, and a vacuum sealed suit and then something that made her wonder.
"What is this?" Sam has to cough as he recognizes it. Dean looks at it beginning to whistle sexually. "Dean?" Cas looks to Dean who is admiring the silky, faux fur blue teddy bear outfit.
"Sorry Cas, um." Times like this he loves how naive the angel is. "It's a teddy bear."
"It does not resemble a bear."
"No um. It's an undergarment."
"Doesn't seem practical."
"No Cas," he can't help himself he laughs. Sam smiles at this. His brother getting comfortable around his angel friend again. "Women wear this in the bedroom to seduce a guy. To make them more appealing and sexual."
"Foreplay." She states. Dean nods his head while trying not to burst out in more laughter.
"Yeah, uh, ok. So who is first shower?" The guys look from one another then to Castiel. She has gone to ignore them while pulling out the final items in the bag; iPod, iPad, iPhone and some candy. The angels springing for all the mortal connivances.
"Um, Cas, you know how to take a shower right?" They didn't know what the angel knew and didn't. Most of the time she slept or had her grace squeezed to ash since being with them.
"I can wash myself."
"Good." Sam sighed greatly at that. Explaining things to Castiel as male is one but an attractive female is another.
"Should I change here or there?"
"There," Sam insist.
"Come on, Sam. Cas, may need some help." Sam pulls a bitch face at Dean. She looks over at Dean.
"I don't believe that would be appropriate." She collects some cloths and her iPad before entering the bathroom. Castiel knew the basics, extreme basic. Having seen Sam look stuff up on the computer she thought it might help her if she had any questions.
Sam listens for the door to look. Glaring over at Dean.
"What is your problem? A second ago you were all non Cas. Now he's a she and a older she you want to tap that." Sam scoffs. Dean boils at this. His life has been one disaster after another. People doing thing for them, dying for them.
"Sam?"
"No, Dean! What is it. Is it because he raised you from perdition?"
"No," happy to be out of hell.
"Is it because Castiel went out of his way to help us? Or is it that she gave up everything for us, everything Dean." He stated the last bit with force. Sam goes to packing up Castiel's bag for her. Looking over the clothes, toys and random foodstuff.
Dean doesn't know anymore. He turns to his bag his mind so confused and frustrated. Sure Cas is his friend and his angel. Now he, she gave up everything for them. Got beat up for them. They aren't safe. Yet here she is with them still giving everything. Doing what she thinks is right. They don't always get what they want and this is one of them. Free will to be what you wanna be. But what if you had no place to go. This is their life the hunter. She is an angel who is powerful beyond human, gifted. They took it away. They took away everything she knew.
"GET OUT BALTHAZAR!" the scream coming from the bathroom then a flash of wings and there is the named angel. Looking flustered.
"That is something I really didn't want to see. But the curtain match the drapes." Sam gets up going on guard. Balthazar coming over toward them arms raised. "Never thought I would ever see that much of her."
"How'd you find us? Thought we had angel proofing."
"You are but I left something with Cassy so I can find her."
"Can somebody else use that?" Sam worried. Balthazar shakes his head dramatically.
"No, do you think I would do anything that stupid." He scoffs moving to look at the items still out on the bed. His finger picking up the teddy bear smiling.
"You?" Sam questions. Balthazar scoffs at the question, remark.
"No this is all Gabriel." Picking up the paper thin weapon. "This is me." He sets it back down.
"So what are you doing here?" Dean asks. Having watched the angel carefully when he picked up the weapon. Balthazar smiles at them, scoffing himself to stare at them. He had so many reasons to be here. So many to not be here. Castiel had already so much on her plate and this. Looking to her boys, the boys who are destined to be vessels of warring brothers.
Castiel emerges from the bathroom. Looking simply human in jeans and a blue blouse. Hair wet and hanging dark around her face. Looking so beautiful. Balthazar stares at the brothers hearing their loud projections of thoughts about his innocent sister. Making a noise to get everyone on track. Moving over he embraces his little sister.
"You're looking older. How does it feel?"
"Higher, appreciated." Her eyes look deep into Balthazar's seeing he has done something brash. "What did you do?"
"I, um, I stole all the weapons of heaven."
"What?" Castiel stands shocked looking at him
"Weapons?" this perked Dean up anything to fight the good fight. And betting hands down that they have the best of the best.
"Um, yes, we have a treasure trove expanding centuries and mystic realms."
"Balthazar." He looks back to the blue.
"I want to give them to you."
"But my grace."
"You are more powerful then you can ever imagine. Please keep them safe then. You are what we need."
"I am nothing."
"Never say that. Word is spreading. You are part of it. Please let me bestow them upon you. Please."
"Do it Cas, we can seriously kick some major ass." Dean getting excited about new toys.
"She won't be able to use them twiddle dumb. Cassy will more be like a vault. Just in case."
"How is it going?"
"All out war. They want him back and they don't. It's all rather a bore and be safe here." Both of their heads turn at once as if hearing a call. "I have to go. Be back later. Rest well." he flew away. Castiel looks down at the spot where her brother was just standing. Stepping back she walks solemnly to her bed. Looking at the somewhat packed items. Her hand going over the blade.
"So the weapons of heaven? Sounds awesome." Dean voiced none saliently with a hit of sarcasm pride. She looks at him before placing her weapons and gadget in one and cloths in the other.
"They are powerful. Deadly in the wrong hands." Picking up the bags she sets them on the floor. Her voice speaking low but her body language speaking volumes. Her stance had stiffened and slumped.
"But you would be powerful."
"No, I would be a vault as Balthazar said. I could use them somewhat but I am not powerful enough to control them properly." She moves back to the bathroom to grab her used cloths. Sam looks at her wondering in sadness.
Dean goes next giving Sam some alone time with Castiel. Dean wanted some time and decided he would get the second half of Intel and his brother's as well.
"How is the craving?" she asks pulling him out of his revere. He looks to her startled.
"Sorry?"
"The cravings?"
"Um, they are…" Sam licks his lips. "I feel them but I don't." he grabs his head. The last time he had some was over two days ago. His appetite was wane but it still existed.
"Sam?"
"Yeah I need a fix." She nods picking up a blade from her new armory. Moving to sit beside Sam. Handing him the knife he looks at her. "Cas… thank you." She smiles.
"You are welcome."
"When do you get the weapons?"
"He has to gather them. Then I will receive." Sam nods realizing he is in the clear. He takes the arm and descends the blade running it along her forearm. She gasps but gasps more as Sam's lips descend over the wound. The rain fills his mouth. The dark spot in him fading. Light begins to cloud the dark. It's so warm. He moans into the flesh. So warm. He flattens himself over it. His hands moving to touch and feel. Everything he touches zinging.
CH3
Dean laughs at what he just did. Cas is hot. But there is also his brother. Wrapped in a towel he comes out. Coming out to his brother sprawled over their angel. She lays compliant as Sam feeds but his mouth has moved up from the cut to lick at her neck. His hands roaming her. Sam's molesting his angel.
"Sammy!" Dean comes over to pull him off. "What the hell man?" Sam looks up from his spot on the floor. Blood smeared over his left cheek. Then he looks to Cas who looks rumpled. Blood smeared all along her neck. His mind racing to what he had been doing. He had kissed, grouped an angel. He had grouped Castiel.
"Oh man, Cas? I'm sorry."
"I am fine."
"No your not." Dean growled out. Hating this side of his brother. The druggy. He moves to his duffle. "Get a shower Sam." Sam moves. Locking the door behind him.
"Dean?" Dean looks to her as he pulls out his clothes.
"Yeah."
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No your good. Sam was. Did you feel anything while he um.. Touched you?"
"It felt warm, nice, tangible. It felt good."
"So you liked it?"
"I gather so but I am unsure" Dean wants to kiss her. Show her the innocence of the act. What it could lead to. Dean also wanted to kiss her and see what it feels like. "Is it okay to kiss?"
"Yeah sure it is okay, but with Sam?" he scoffs. Thinking he is always better than his brother. Well he never drank demon blood or angel even. But he stares at her before turning to his bag. He needs his distance. This is Castiel he is thinking about. The once very male friend, now a Claire child and hot grown up fem fatal Castiel. The trickster is still having one on them.
"Dean?" Dean looks at her.
"Would it be a problem if I kissed you?"
CH3
Dean's world stops as she spoke to him.
"Whoa, um, Cas." Dean is stuck. But he pulls out a shirt and puts in on. The angel's eyes on him the entire time. Not that it's bad to have a woman stare at him but not like Cas does. Castiel the male angel the genderless angel now permanent female. His emotions vibing in the room. What to do, what to do?
"Cas, we're friends. Hell your family. It wouldn't be right."
"I see. So if Sam were to?"
"Damn it Cas. He's getting high on your blood it wouldn't be true feelings or love. It's just the euphoria from the blood. It's not all really him. "
"I see. So when is it appropriate to kiss?"
"Um, well." Dean turns toward her. Having placed on his jeans. "When you feel um, an, attraction." He rubs his hand though his hair. "We are not doing this."
"Doing what?"
"Having a talk about love and sex."
"Why not?"
"Cause I suck at it! I don't even know if I truly get it. I," have only cared greatly for one human. He doesn't know. Looking over the angel who would have stared him down now looking at her hands. Hands that are twisting in the hem of her shirt. No confident angel stare down. A socially awkward angel who has to learn. "Cas, come here." She gets going to him. Dean has to smirk at her. She's simply dressed but ready to go if need be. They stand before one another. "I am terrible at this. I am a one nightstand kinda guy. Sam knows this better." He had Jess. "You are family and I will do what I can." He grabs Cas to him brining in for a hug. Showing how he shows. "You feel this?" she nods into his shoulder. "This is family and love."
"I understand."
"Good." He backs up out of the awkwardness. "So you still gonna sleep with Sam?"
"He doesn't hog the bed." They both stare to look at one another. The next moment shocks Dean. Cas tiptoes up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Dean."
CH3… TBC
HELP! Thinking of going Sastiel/Sassy, Destiel or Winstiel/CasChester. Any opinions or just let them be normal and no loving? PLEASE HELP. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.