Angel with a shotgun
Chapter 3
I don't own Supernatural in any way.
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting til' the wars won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab
Celeste was awoken by someone shaking her. She opened her eyes and found Castiel standing next to her bed. "Cass?" she asked.
"The Winchesters need us", he said.
Celeste got onto her knees on the bed and grabbed Castiel's neck. She kissed him.
Castiel quickly relaxed into the kiss bringing his hands to her hips. Castiel moved closer to her, easing her onto her back on the bed.
She parted her legs to allow Castiel room. She broke the kiss and said, "I thought the Winchesters needed our help".
Castiel didn't listen to her. He started kissing her neck and hit her sweet spot.
"Cass stop", she said pushing on his shoulders.
Castiel sat up and looked at Celeste.
Her hair was messed up and her cheeks and neck were red.
To him, she looked simple irresistible.
Celeste got off the bed and said, "The Winchesters need our help". She leaned down and kissed him. "We can finish this later", she said. She went into the bathroom and took a shower. When she was dried off, she snapped her fingers and she was dressed in her hunter gear. She came out of the bathroom and found Castiel still sitting on her bed.
He hadn't fixed his hair.
She walked up to him and ran her fingers through his hair, smoothing it down.
Castiel grabbed her arm and they were suddenly in a hotel room.
Sam sat unconscious in a chair, tied up. Sam groaned.
"You're right. He looks terrible", Castiel said as Sam groaned again.
"You did this?" Celeste asked Dean.
"Cass? Celeste? What's…? Let me go", Sam said.
"Has he been feverish?" Castiel asked.
"Have you?" Dean asked Sam.
"No. Why?" Sam asked.
"Is he speaking in tongues? Are you speaking in tongues?" Castiel asked Sam.
"No. What are you...? Are you diagnosing me?" Sam asked.
"You better hope he can", Dean said.
"You really think that this is…?" Sam asked.
"What, you think that there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell wrong? He asks, you answer! Then you shut your hole. You got it?" Dean snapped.
"How much do you sleep?" Castiel asked.
"I don't", Sam said.
"At all?" Celeste asked him.
"Not since I got back", Sam answered.
"And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that?!" Dean yelled.
"Of course it did, Dean. I-I just never told you", Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Sam... What are you feeling now?" Castiel asked.
"I feel like my nose is broken", Sam scoffed.
"No, that's a physical sensation", Celeste said, "How do you feel?"
"Well, I think…" Sam started.
"Feel", Castiel reiterated.
"I... don't know", Sam said.
Castiel looked back at Dean and started to roll up his sleeve.
"What? Uh..." Sam said apprehensive.
"This will be unpleasant", Castiel told him.
"What…?" Sam asked.
"Bite down on this", Castiel said putting a belt in Sam's mouth, "If there's someplace that you find soothing, you should go there. In your mind". Castiel stuck his hand into Sam's body as Sam screamed. Castiel pulled his hand out and Sam gasped for breath.
"Did you find anything?" Dean asked.
"No", Castiel said.
"So that's good news?" Dean asked.
"I'm afraid not. Physically, he's perfectly healthy", Castiel told him.
"Then what?" Dean asked.
"It's his soul. It's gone", Castiel said.
The room was silent for a moment.
Dean scoffed and said, "Um... I'm s- I'm sorry. One more time, like I'm 5. What do you mean, he's got no…?"
"Somehow, when Sam was resurrected, it was without his soul", Castiel explained.
"So, where is it?" Dean asked.
"My guess is... Still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer", Castiel said.
"So, is he even still Sam?" Dean asked.
"Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question", Castiel said and Celeste rolled her eyes.
"Well, then, just get it back", Dean said.
"Dean", Castiel said.
"Well, you pulled me out", Dean said, not understanding.
"It took several angels to rescue you, and you weren't nearly as well guarded. Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference, a big difference. It's not possible", Castiel told him.
"Okay, well, there's got to be a way", Dean insisted.
"So, are you gonna untie me?" Sam asked.
"No", Dean snapped.
"Listen, I'm not gonna…" Sam said.
"Sam, how the hell am I even supposed to let you out of this room?" Dean asked.
"Dean, I'm not some psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop the vamps", Sam explained. He sighed and said, "I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again. Please let me go".
"You're kidding, right?" Dean asked him.
"Well, what are you gonna do, just keep me locked up in here forever?" Sam asked.
"You say that like it's a bad thing", Dean said.
"Okay, fine, look, I get it. I get it, Dean. I was wrong. But I'm telling you I-I'm trying to get right. It's still me", Sam insisted.
"Is it?" Dean asked.
"Yes. So just let me go", Sam said.
"No way in hell", Dean snapped.
Sam sighed and said, "I didn't want it to come to this". He stood up and shrugged off the ropes around his wrists and said, "You're not gonna hold me, Dean - Not here, not in a panic room, not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless guy, so you might as well work with me. Let's fix this".
"I'm gonna be watching every move you make", Dean said.
"Fine. Sounds about right to me", Sam said.
Dean turned to the two angels. "One of you clean him up", he said.
Celeste walked up to Sam and placed her fingertips on his forehead. Sam groaned.
"All right, if we're gonna figure out what happened to your soul, then we need to find who yanked you out. You say you don't know?" Dean asked him.
"No idea", Sam said.
"Then we start a list. If it's so hard to spring someone out of the box, then who's got that kind of muscle?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. You have no memory of your resurrection?" Castiel asked Sam.
"I woke up in a field. That's all I got", Sam said.
"No clues? None?" Dean asked.
"I've got one", Sam said.
The four went to the Campbell compound.
"We'll follow them in", Castiel told her.
"How?" she asked.
"Concentrate. Imagine you're not visible", he said.
Celeste disappeared in front of Castiel's eyes, but he could feel her.
They followed the boys into the compound and into the back room.
"Need to ask you a few questions", Dean said to Samuel.
"What's wrong?" Samuel asked.
"The day you got back, what happened?" Dean asked.
"We've been over this", Samuel said.
"Well, recap it for our wingman", Dean said.
Castiel and Celeste appeared.
"This Castiel? You're scrawnier than I pictured", Samuel said, "And this must be his girlfriend".
"This is a vessel. My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building. As for Celeste, she is my mate", Castiel snapped.
"All right, all right, quit bragging. So, you were dead, and..." Dean started.
"And, pow, I was on Elton ridge. Don't know how. Don't know why. I got nothing to hide, guys", Samuel said.
"Well, you mind if Cass here double-checks?" Dean asked.
For the second time that night, Castiel searched for a soul.
Samuel screamed.
One of the Campbell's came running into the room.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay", Sam said.
"What the hell?" he asked.
"Angel cavity search", Dean said.
"I'm fine, Christian. Just give us a minute", Samuel told him.
"But…" Christian said.
"Just give us a minute", Samuel said.
Christian left and closed the door.
Samuel leaned up against the wall and panted. "What the hell was that about?" Samuel said.
"His soul is intact", Castiel said.
"What? Of course I have a - What's going on, Sam?" Samuel asked.
"Whatever dragged me out... left a piece behind", Sam explained.
Samuel groaned.
"Did you know?" Sam asked him.
"No, but I... I knew it was something. I... You're a hell of a hunter, Sam, but... the truth is, sometimes you scare me. So, what's the deal here? How do we fix this? How do we get his soul back?" Samuel asked.
"We don't know yet, but we have to", Dean said.
"Well, I'm here to help, of course. What leads you working?" Samuel asked.
"A bunch of dead ends and you", Sam said.
"Well, then, we'll just have to dig", Samuel told them.
"Sam, Dean... I have to get back", Castiel said.
"You're leaving?" Dean asked.
"I'm in the middle of a civil war", Castiel explained
. "You better tear the attic up, find something to help Sam", Dean said.
"Of course. Your problems always come first. I'll be in touch", Castiel said.
Celeste and Castiel were standing in her bedroom. "I have to get back", he said.
"I know", Celeste said sadly, "I'm guessing we don't get to continue what we were doing earlier".
"It wouldn't be fair to you", Castiel said, "I know how much…"
Celeste blushed.
Castiel's hands cupped her face and he kissed her.
Celeste pulled away biting her lip. "You should go", she said, placing her hands on his chest.
Castiel took something out his pocket. "I believe humans call it a promise ring", Castiel said.
"You got me a promise ring?" Celeste asked him. She opened the small box.
It was a simple gold band with a knot on top.
Celeste was speechless.
"I love it", she said, "But what are you promising?"
Castiel simply smiled and kissed her forehead, before disappearing.
Celeste sat on her bed just looking at the ring.
What was Castiel promising?
I'm leaving this plot point up to you the readers. Answer the bonus question by reviewing. If I like your idea, I just might use it.
What do you think Castiel was promising?