cas is confusing. he always is. try to understand an angel ... who doesn't FEEL a thing.

R&R! this is the only chapter I've had time to post up in a week. (if you'd like to request something I should add or any ideas what will happen, TELL ME!)

Angel of the Lord

Cas's POV

She was having that flashback again. I could see it in the way she kicked her sheets away, even though it was freezing cold with her window wide open, drapes flowing in the cool breeze. Why didn't she ever dream about something else? The incident was over, and it was over for quite some time now; and she was still dreaming and trying to get more information about it.

I sighed, finally sitting down in the loveseat in the corner of the room after pacing back and forth a few times. I looked at her quiet figure in her bed, her pajamas were shining like the moon with the light that managed to creep in the room during the dark hours of the night. Her fairly long and wavy blue-black hair was nearly covering her entire face, her lightly tanned, golden skin shimmered in the moonlight and was beaded with sweat, an arm draped over her forehead. She was beautiful, pretty much heaven-sent, and her hazel-blue spoked eyes were the biggest feature, competing with her smile, of course. She wasn't popular, but well known. She hated picking styles, but she was trendy. I could see through her, nearly read her after all these years.

At the supermarket she worked at, everyone appreciated her being a cashier and stock piler. She was sociable and 'pretty' as the humans put it. Her eyes always mesmerized them. They were caring and loving. They spoke. Told a story. They were heaven's creation. Her smile brightened her days.

I stood by her side, her breaths were labored and scared. I sighed, pulling up her ocean blue blanket with her nails that had chipped red nail polish on it and draping it over her body until she took it voluntarily and pulled it to her chin. I had to make sure I didn't touch her, or else she'd find out that she'd find out that she had a guardian angel.

The number one rule of guardian angels of the Lord―'the angel of the Lord, under any circumstances, shall not lay an unnecessary hand on the assignment.' And that's all she was to me. Another assignment. Many other assignments weren't as . . . detailed as her's was, and I'd had awkward ones before.

Knowing that I had this important job, precautions were the best way to spend my eternity of guarding humans. Angels were born fully grown (around 20-30 years old) and stay that way forever―literally. You'd be surprised to see how much the Earth has changed since the creation of this world, but I've learned to deal with all the things of technology and creations that Earth minions seem to need so badly and create so simultaneously. Cell phones, digital cameras, MP3's, iPods―what happened to land lines and the radio?

But everything seems cheap when you have all the money in the world that just appears when you need it. That's the benefits for an angel of the lord (not that anyone has ever seen him before, or met him. But faith gets inside humans' heads and is implanted in ours). But again―she was my assignment, my responsibility, and I could never take my eyes off of her for any reason whatsoever, even though I'd been guarding her for 16 years but she was 17 going on 18.

The reason for that was Anna, another angel who had been punished to 'babysit' for newborns who would need more or less advanced 'care.' At the approximate time that a real guardian angel was supposed to take over, she would send all the actions and feelings that the 'assignment' had―every second―through the angel's minds to make sure that the guardian angel didn't miss a single childhood moment. But Anna had done well, very well. The 'assignment' was unsuspecting that she had a guardian angel, and it would be revealed to her when she turned 18.

Because the assignment could not suspect that she had a guardian angel, I had to appear in random places or I followed her around―invisible―but what was the fun in that? I had to calculate her every movement through the crowds, if she was going slower than she wanted to go―if she was getting older, prettier, more mature. I tracked her every step though the city, all her friends and tracked which ones were good for her or bad for her. It wasn't specifically 'stalking,' but it was more like . . . she didn't notice when I was following her. I appeared in crowds, on the street, audiences at her choir concerts and public speeches that she gave out frequently; reflections in the mirror that made her think it was an object that looked like human, passing cars and their reflections, a one time customer at the supermarket she worked at―everywhere around her. And when you were an angel, the 'stalking' paid off.

Some angels, after being so loyal to the Lord for so long that he started giving powers to elderly angels to give younger angels incentive to stay loyal. I was one of the angels blessed with an 'ability' from the Lord. (A few thousand years of being loyal pays off.) With such loyalty to humans and the lord, I was blessed with the power to drag people from hell who didn't need to be there in the first place and people who could change and were willing to be changed.

It wasn't much, but it was nice. I've only used it once, and my mission was to save a particular person from down there, but I had failed, grabbing someone else of significance, and that person was my assignment for quite some while before I was 'laid off' before I could say my farewells. But a fresh start never failed at wiping my previous assignment's memories from my mind.

"An angel," she whispered. "No . . . come . . . back . . ."

She stirred, blinking a few times and moaning, her hazel-blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight before she turned to where I was, standing next to her.

And I materialized into thin air, still staring at the frightened eyes of Ziara Wisperi as she hyperventilated.

"Come back," she muttered. "Bring me . . . to life."

please tell me you remember that phrase from the last chapter-the 'angel' said it to her. obviously you think it's cas? THINK AGAIN!

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