A/N: This all started as a dream I had a little while ago. ( the first part, with the trucks? that actually happened ot me, minus the guy being a demon. And I keep having Castiel dreams, so Im going to keep on updating Enjoy.
Supernatural! Love this show! ( Especially Castiel)
Eventual Charecter Death, will have cussing and gore, Eventual Destiel fic.
I did use an actual Angel name. I have slightly tweaked the world and what happened in the Supernatural realm.
I just write what makes me happy, and this story makes me all kinds of giddy.
So, please read and Review!
Castiel waited. His dark eyes watched Dean as the dark haired man tapped the steering wheel, the bright green sign they whizzed by stating that they were about 10 miles away from their destination. Castiel had to refrain from reaching out and touching Dean on the shoulder to get him to calm down. He himself was rather wound up, wanting to see his sister as soon as possible.
"Dean, please stop fidgeting." Sam said, rolling his eyes as he shifted in his seat, resting his head against the glass. Dean snorted, cranking up the music as he pounded away at the steering wheel.
Castiel was never so happy to see the faded house and the rusted car of Bobby's. He leaned back in his seat, waiting for the car to roll to a smooth stop before he blinked out of the car, ignoring Dean's half protests, and he walked briskly towards the gate, intent on getting inside and seeing what state Amitiel was in.
"Cas, wait up!" Dean called, slamming the door shut and walking towards him. Castiel ignored him, opening the door and walking in.
"Castiel!" called a light, airy voice, and he automatically opened his arms as a blurry pale figure flung itself into them, holding onto his trench coat and burying her face into his chest. He tightened his grip on her, aware that she had dropped her covering on her way towards him.
She was naked underneath, and by the look on Dean's face, she was pretty. Cas turned so that he was facing dean, keeping himself between Amitiel and prying eyes.
"Ami, where are your coverings?" Castiel asked, shrugging off his trench coat and wrapping it around her to the chagrin of Dean, who's mouth dropped open at the gesture. Amitiel looked up, a happy smile on her face as she kept a hand fisted in the tan material, keeping it closed as she glanced down at herself, then back up at Cas, a sheepish look on her face.
"I didn't realize this isn't the way that they walked. We don't use coverings." Amitiel said, and a choked snort from the boys made Castiel turn and glare over his shoulder. Amitiel blinked, glancing between the two tall males and her brother.
"Are they the Winchesters?" She asked, cocking her head to the side in a gesture similar to Castiel's when he didn't understand what was going on. Cas nodded, silent as he looked over Amitiel. She had a young, strong vessel, although she seemed a little skinny, and she looked ridiculous in his trench coat. He shook himself, feeling strange without the comforting feeling of the material, and he turned from Ami to look at the others in the room.
"Bobby. She was like this when you found her?" He asked, his yes smoldering on the silent form of the older man. Bobby nodded, glancing between the girl, who moved with Castiel to stand beside him, quiet and watchful. He glanced down at her before returning his gaze to the older man.
"I gave her a sheet. She wasn't exactly sitting still enough to give her clothes, not to mention the fact that none of mine would fit! Idjit!" Bobby said, turning and wheeling away into the kitchen, slamming things around and opening and shutting the fridge as he muttered angrily to himself.
"Wow, Cas, shes pretty." Dean said, and Castiel rolled his head, glaring intently at the older Winchester, who laughed and ducked his head, walking into the kitchen and adding to the slamming noises and the angry chit chat. Sam shrugged, walking after his brother and giving Castiel and Amitiel a rare chance to be alone.
"Cas?" Amitiel asked, tugging lightly on his sleeve. He turned, his face softening to see Amitiel, still in his large trenchcoat, looking like the sister he had to leave in heaven all those years ago. She smiled, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear as she rocked back on her heels, looking between him and the kitchen.
"Why are you here, Ami?" Castiel asked and she glanced at the ceiling, then back at him. He nodded, aware that they were not in the right place ot have a fully private conversation, and she smiled, slipping in to hug him again.
"I missed you, Castiel. Heaven is so boring without you." She said, mumbling into his chest, and he placed a soothing hand on her back, humming under his breath in Enochian.
"You know I was meant to leave, Ami. I cannot protect you forever." He said, and she nodded, quiet and subdued as Sam wandered out of the kitchen with a cup in his hand. Cas glared at him as Ami turned to look towards the new person.
"Foods up." He said, rubbing the back of his head as he sipped out of his drink, Dean following shortly afterward.
"Hey, Cas, are you going to get her some clothes?" he asked, a silent " so you can put your trench coat back on?" hung unspoken in the air. Cas nodded, blinking them to a store. Amitiel glanced around, laughing as she walked quickly down the aisles, looking curiously at all of the different clothes that were offered.
"Ami, don't wander off. There could be demons about." Castiel said, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing it gently. She turned, nodding, as she picked up a shirt and a long pair of dark jeans, scooping up a bra and a pair of painties as she walked on bare feet to the dressing room. She shrugged out of the coat, slipping into the clothes and shaking herself, pulling her hair out of the shirt as she scooped up the trench coat, holding it tight to her chest as she inhaled Castiel's scent.
He smelled of rain. She had always loved the scent of rain. She walked out of the room, searching for Castiel when she bumped into someone. She apologized softly, distracted as she moved away from the male, when a tight grip on her wrist yanked her back into a hard chest. She twisted, trying to get away as she was brutally wresled against a wall, a large tall body pinning her to the racks of clothes behind her.
"Amitiel….." crooned a voice, and she glanced up, still holding onto the trench coat with a death grip, her eyes wide with fear.
No. No, this was bad. Very bad.
"No, this is good. Really, really good." The male crooned, yellow eyes reflecting her wide green ones as she thrashed in his grip, ignorant of the dark angry welts that formed from his grip.
"Cast-!" She screamed before a large hand muffled her calls. Tears formed in her eyes as she searched for her brother, trying to feel any hint of his power beyond the demon that held her captive.
Nothing. She was alone, trapped, with her worst nightmare.
"No, no, sweets. Hes not coming to your rescue. No one is." The yellow eyed demon crooned, smirking as he licked her cheek up to her hairline. She squirmed, squeezing her eyes shut as she screamed against his hand.
"Wrong. I am." Growled a male voice from behind them, and Amitiel's eyes flew open as the demon was wrenched off of her and thrown away. She cried out in pain as Castiel quickly caught her hand and blinked them back to the house where the wheelchair man was.
Bobby. His name was Bobby.
"What in the hell?!" Bobby exclaimed from where he sat, wheeling closer to get a look at what appeared in his house. He shook his head as she saw it was only the two most pain in the neck angels he had ever had the pleasure of working with.
"Castiel, you have some serious explaining to do, boy." Bobby growled, watching as Castiel moved quickly around the house, muttering in a low voice as he searched the nooks and crannies for…something. The girl just stood still in the middle of his living room, shaking slightly and (thankfully) ully clothed. She had a death grip on Castiel's trench coat, and with a heavy sigh she sank to her knees.
"Ami." Castiel said, walking over to her and gently pulling her up by her arms. She blinked, looking through Castiel as she winced and flinched away from him, dropping the coat on the floor.
"Don't ….touch me." She whispered, cringing against the couch that she now sat on, moving quickly away from the two males in the room. Her hair was a tangled wreck, angry bruises flowing colorfully on her pale skin, and Bobby looked her over before turning to Castiel.
"Explain. Now." Bobby said, leaning forward in his chair as he readjusted his hat unconsciously. Cas glanced at him, a deep seething look that Bobby had seen before, as he turned away from him.
"You are not getting out of this one, kid." Bobby said, wheeling after him. Castiel sighed, bending down smoothly to scoop his trench coat up off the floor and shrug back into it, shifting it so it sat as messily as ever on his frame. He then glanced at Amitiel, then turned towards Bobby, leveling him with his normal stare.
"I aint getting any younger." Bobby said, leaning against one arm rest as he waited for a response, any response.
"Do you know you have been gone for three months?" Bobby asked, and Castiel's gaze hardened as his eyes narrowed. He took a step forward, watching Bobby like a hawk.
"Hes telling the truth, Cas." Called a soft, trembling voice from the other room, and Castiel's head snapped towards the frail figure that was standing in the middle of the room. He had not even heard her move. He looked again at the chair bound man before him, quiet. Bobby waited a few more minutes before he huffed, readjusting himself in his chair.
"I…did not realize that it would take that long. Time has no meaning for us." Castiel said, and Bobby's face turned an interesting shade of orange as he tried to hold in his frustration with the aloof angel.
"Damn it all to hell, I wish Dean was here. He can make sense of you!" Bobby exclaimed, wheeling slightly away from the dark haired angel before him. Castiel's gaze lingered on the man as he walked slowly towards his sister.
"Where are they? I need to speak to them." Castiel said, and Bobby sighed, turning back towards the pair. He shook his head as he wheeled towards the kitchen, muttering under his breath.
"They are somewhere in Kansas. After you two disappeared, Dean got all moody and Sam decided to grow a pair and he stood up to Dean. He wrestled Dean into the Impala and took off. They won't answer my calls, but I managed to get through to them a while back for they pocket dialed me." Bobby said, and Castiel nodded, glancing between the man and his sister again. He was wary of leaving her here, but he was unsure if she wanted to go with him to find the Winchesters again.
"I will go, Cas. I know how much they mean to you. Especially Dean." Amitiel said, a soft smile on her face as mischief sparkled in her eyes for a brief moment before being snuffed out by slight fear. Cas reached out and pulled her into a tight hug, glaring at Bobby over her shoulder as if to ask him to say anything. Bobby smartly kept his mouth shut. He turned away from them, rolling to the kitchen.
"When are you two…..idijts." Bobby said, turning to the empty living room. He reached for his glass of whiskey, downing it as he shook his head with a slight smile on his face.
Castiel staggered slightly, catching himself against the wall of the motel that they appeared in. He shook his head as Amitiel lightly touched his arm.
"Cas?" she asked concern in her voice as he shook his head again. He pushed away from the wall, looking for the door and the black Impala that signified the brothers were near.
"We need to find the Winchesters." Castiel said, shrugging her calming touch off of him, and she pulled her hand back to herself like it was burned. She looked at him, hurt, as she followed him out of the room. There was no Impala in the parking lot.
"I thought that this was where they would be, Cas." Amitiel said, wrapping her arms around herself as she searched the darkened shadows for any sign of them.
"We must have taken longer again." Castiel said, and she sighed, walking closer to the darker haired man and threading her arm through his, tugging him closer. He glanced down at her before he closed his eyes and listened.
"There. They are there." He said, pointing towards a spot farther down the road, and Amitiel looked at it before glancing at him.
"Why don't we walk this time, hmmm?" she asked, laughing, and he nodded walking with her down the strip of closed shops and threading through the late night traffic. It was slow going, but they needed to not be further behind in time when Dean and Sam were more likely to get more and angrier at them for leaving and not coming back.
"Castiel, you son of a Bitch!" called an angry voice, and suddenly Dean swooped out of nowhere and punched Cas in the jaw.
"Hello, Dean." Castiel said as Dean swore again, turning his back to the unaffected angel, cradling and shaking his fist as Sam walked up nonchalantly.
"Hello, Sam." Amitiel said, glancing between her brother and Sam's. Sam sidled over to her, standing beside her as he watched Dean turn back around and pull Castiel into a bone crushing hug. Amitiel cocked her head slightly to the side as she watched Castiel slowly and confusedly wrap his arms around Dean and return the hug.
"Should we give you two sometime alone?" Sam asked, snorting under his breath as Dean broke away from Castiel and glanced over at Amitiel and his brother, a slight flush to his cheeks as he stayed in Cas's personal space.
"Why the hell did it take you so long to find us?" Dean asked, talking to Cas and turning his back on the other two in the room. Amitiel sighed, turning to Sam as Sam rolled his eyes and looked down on the girl beside him.
"Angels, Dean. We have no really need of time." Castiel said, and Dean glared at him, pacing before him as Sam rolled his eyes again.
"That gives you no right to come rolling in here like this, after so long. We waited for you, Cas. I waited for you. I thought we had some prophecy to stop?" Dean said, and Amitiel and Sam glanced at the other, nodding slightly at the other as they both started to edge out of the room. Dean's head snapped over to them, lured by the sense of movement, and they froze, like children getting caught trying to sneak away from a lecture. Castiel's eyes were riveted to Dean as Dean turned his attention solely back to the trench coat wearing angel before him.
"We do, Dean." Castiel said, keeping his answers short and slowly infuriating the man before him. Sam and Amitiel looked between them, slow smiles spreading on their faces as they returned their attention to the two before them, holding back laughter as they fidgeted in place.
"Then why the hell would you leave, huh?" Sam asked, and Castiel stayed quiet. Amitiel cleared her throat, taking a tiny step forward as she glanced between the two.
"Because someone couldn't stop staring." She said, and Dean whipped towards her, walking forward angrily. Castiel moved quickly, stepping between the angry Winchester and his sister, his eyes dark with promise.
"Don't, Dean. I have news." Castiel said, and Dean stopped, Sam moving to stand by his brothers side as Castiel straightened up, pointing his chin in slight defiance.
"News?" Dean asked, a confused look flitting over his face before it faded into an expectant look. He quirked an eyebrow as Castiel stayed quiet.
"We met the demon. The one in the prophecy. He knows she is here now. There will be no stopping him."
The yellow eyed demon howled in rage, tossing breakables and slaughtering everyone who got near him. The hellhounds whined, running from him and cowering as he stalked the grounds of the pathetic little hovel he had found.
No one got near him for days. He would have laughed if he wasn't so fueled by rage. Did no one have any courage left? He couldn't wait until he had her in his grasp again…
"Boss?" asked a quivering voice. He stilled, tension coiling in him as he spun slowly.
So. Someone did have balls. Excellent.
He glared at the demon before him, using his height and his writhing, angry aura to pin him down. The little demon dropped to his knees, muscles straining to keep himself upright.
"We found her." He said, and silence fell, the world spinning to a halt. Yellow eyes turned to the little demon again, stalking closer and kneeling in the wet dirt to stare him in the eyes.
"I don't think I heard you right. Want to run that by me again?" Yellow eyes asked, and the little demon reeled back, fighting against the power of Yellow eyes.
"We found her, sir. She's in Kansas." The little demon said, and Yellow eyes dropped his power, concentration elsewhere as he tried to gather his suddenly scattered thoughts. He walked away, walking towards the house, before something that the little demon said made him stop in his tracks again.
"What?!" he snarled, whipping around again. The little demon was blasted backwards, pressed into the fence behind him as something in his shoulder popped and blood trickled form his nose in a thick steady crimson stream.
"I said there was a problem." The little demon said, and Yellow Eyes raised his hand, rushing it quickly into a fist. The demon screamed, his eyes solidifying into black as he twisted and contoured in pain against the wooden fence.
"She's with the Winchesters."
Yellow eyes laughed, rocking back onto his heels as he waved a hand in the air.
"They are nothing, to me." Yellow eyes said, and the little demon cringed, coughing up blood as he writhed against the fence.
"Castiel is with her as well."
At this, Yellow eyes screamed, a high pitch howl that shattered the glass in the house and blew down trees as the little demon before him crumpled to the ground, broken.
"Big brother cannot protect her forever…."