Finally! My mind exclaimed as i found Castiel in his vessel. Fortunately and unfortunately none of the angels have found him yet: Fortunately because they would probably kill him when they did, unfortunately because i have no idea where in Montana he was. So about 20 towns later i was practically jumping for joy when i spotted him walking towards a payphone.
He was outside a small diner for passing truckers and travelers. There was two trucks and one car sitting outside, so there was probably a hand full of humans within. I had to be careful- no exposure.
As my eyes found Castiel again I didn't know whether to be horrified or stupefied. He had walked over to the trucker who was on the payphone and demanded that the man, who sported a wide range of tattoos, give him the phone. Idiots. I swear angels have no social adequate.
I watched as Castiel had tried to use his powers- probably more out of habit- and failed hopelessly. As he began to walk away from the payphone, I took my chance.
I strode over to him just as another strode over to him and I could feel it. She had long brown hair and light blue eyes, her skin smooth and pain. Pure. The body was a vessel. She was another angel. However there was something else there something that didn't feel quite right. She felt dull, as if her inner light had faded and I don't think it was a good thing.
"I know you." She said in a smooth voice. "Your Castiel, we met in Heaven"
"Your an angel?" He asked relieved.
"My name is Hail. I want your help."
"I can't help you, I have no grace." Cassiel answered and then turned to walk away.
"Oh, but you can." Hail said her tone of voice haunting. It was a tone that brought dread into a person. Then she pulled out her sword and I reacted on instinct.
"CASTIEL!" I shouted and ran toward them pulling out my own sword. He turned around and saw with wide eyes as I blocked the fatal attack. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want to fight with any of my brethren but it appeared they didn't want the same. They were being over-ridden by the human emotions their new physical body gave them.
Quickly, I pushed her away and grabbed Castiel teleporting back to the Cullen's.
When you teleport you see the world blur around you. It becomes white and foggy but also you see a kaleidoscope of colors fly past you. I image that if you sat in a room painted white, with multicolored spots and spun around really fast that is what it would be like. And then when you land it is like you have finally stopped spinning and a rush comes over you. This is a feeling I had gotten comfortable with for the last 170 years.
When i got to the Cullen's, I was yet again in the living room. In a second I found myself completely consumed by Edwards hug as he muttered, "I thought you had left. I thought you wouldn't come back. Please, don't to that. Please."
He sounded so weak a vulnerable and for a second I was guilty but then I thought that Castiel might have been dead if I hadn't found him. He was like family, he was a mentor just like Zachariel.
Once Edward released me I turned toward Castiel. "You're human now."
"Yes, I believe so." He replied.
"How? What happened to your grace?"
"Metatron took it to cast us from Heaven. He tricked me." Castiel glanced from side to side then looked at the Cullen's. "Do you have any food? My stomach keeps making strange noises."
"Your human now. That means you have to eat and sleep." I told him.
"Of course dear what would you like?" Esme exclaimed.
"I don't know. This is awfully new to me. Eat. Drinking. Passing gas." I heard Emmett choke on a laugh and i turned to glare to him. Emmett gave me a sly grin before turning to Castiel.
"Don't forget sleeping and shiting." SLAP. Rosalie whacked Emmett around the head mutter 'idiot'.
Castiel made a face of disgust but didn't say anymore.
"Here you are dear." Esme said moments later as she placed a sandwich and slice of cake on the table for him.
"Thanks."
As Castiel all but inhaled the food, Carlisle turned to me and asked, "So is her another angel."
"Yes, Castiel. However without his grace he is only an angel in name."
"Grace."
"It is a divine energy." Castiel answered. "It's effectively what makes angels, angels. Removal of grace is considered a great taboo by angels; it is akin to disobeying orders and punishable by a death sentence, or in the very least torture and imprisonment."
"Our grace is what stops us from showing humans our true forms." I added as an after thought.
"True forms." Carlisle questioned.
"Once in our true for the divine energy is so powerful that it bursts the blood vessels in the human body. The eyes also burn away. It is quiet horrible and the human is often killed when they look upon our true forms."
Everyone looked at me to Castiel in wonderment before i looked at him and said, "Do you know where the Winchesters are?"
"Winchester. Sam and Dean. I haven't seen them in quite some time. Why do you ask?"
"We need to find the gate to Heaven. The human emotions are slowly driving the angels insane and the souls of the dead are either trapped on Earth or in Limbo." I responded.
"They won't help you."
"Why not?"
"Because at the moment they are hunting Abaddon."