7 October 2012
Castiel: He had looked everywhere. On Earth, where the rumors had Him staying. On the other, uninhabited planets, in other solar systems, even in other worlds and timelines. Nothing. Castiel had talked with shamans, priests, psychics and even pagent gods. Nothing. As Dean would have said, The big kahounah was gone. Castiel had one more place to look, but he had no idea of how to do that: Some said that God was in his creations, since God had created the humans in his own image. Of cause, all angels knew that it wasn't litteraly, but Castiel was out of options. He had to search inside the humans. He wasn't sure if it was ment litterally or not, so he started with trying to figure out the human mind. He had tried the human way, reading up on what humans knew about their own minds, which didn't help him. It only gave him a headache. Well, if he did get headaches, this would defiantly had brought one on him. He tried talking to humans, interact with them. Obvius, that didn't work, eigther. His only options of a human study, would be the three hunters whom he knew best: The Winchesters and Bobby Singer. Bobby Singer's older mind had been the one whom he found it the most difficult to work with. The Winchesters younger minds were easier to work with. Castiel wouldn't invade their privat thoughts or minds, it would have only proved to infurriate them and that would do him no good. Sam Winchester had before hell, been very eager to talk to The Angel, to teach him things and to correct him when he failed to intact prober with other humans. After Hell and the loss of his soul, things between him and Sam had changed. Castiel didn't hear his prayers as strongly anymore, when he prayed, which was rarer then his brother. Castiel felt a strong urge to ignore his phone calls and he was at unease when the younger Winchester was around. It was then that Castiel turned to Dean, whom had shuned him for so long, only used him as his personal tool in the war between Heaven and Hell. Castiel had known all along what his own role was in the Apocalypse and he had done what he was told. Most of the times, it was the same as what Dean had told him to do. But now, the battle was over, God was missing and Dean was hunting again, with his soulless brother by his side. Castiel didn't know anymore, what the future held for any of them and it frustrated him. He had to find God, to get some answers and guidence from his Father. And Dean Winchester was his last hope. Again. Dean Winchester was...had been, the chosen one. Michaels vessel, chosen by God, a long time ago, before creation of man. It was his destiny. Dean Winchester had refused. Dean Winchester had rebeled. Dean Winchester had stood between Michael and Lucifer before the battle, taunting them both. Dean Winchester had in that moment, taught an Angel to rebel. Castiel would not, could not, forget that. That day, Castiel had felt the precense of God. God had brought the Angel back from oblivion, to stand by the humans. God had brought the soldier back as a Leader and a Guardian, to save Dean Winchester, to save the Heavens from the chaos that now would rule under Raphaels rule. The heavens had to remain strong. It was Gods will. It had to be. Castiel had long learned that Jimmy Novak was to no help. He had resented the Angel after posessing his daughter. It had been a mess and Jimmy had stayed quiet for years now. Not that Castiel had sought his compagny. They both keept to them self and eventhough it wouldt had been easy for Castiel to search for God inside Jimmy, he still respected the human too much to do that. Castiel wasn't sure if Jimmys mind would had survived the invasion if he had done it without permission and Castiel was not a murderer. Not yet, anyway. Sometimes, Castiel wondered what his role was now, after the Apocalypse. Was he to save the Heavens or to stay on Earth, with the Winchesters? Everything in his being, pulled him towards the Heavens, to do what he could, to save his Fathers kingdom from the corruptions that was Raphael and his minions. But there was also someting else inside him, that made him stop and listen everytime Dean Winchester called for him, everytime he prayed for him. At first, the Angel had used the staff of Moses as an excuse and when Sam Winchester, the boy without a soule, had tricked him into comming to Earth, he had almost killed the boy right there and then. But then the Angel saw something in the soulless man, something that sparked hope in the Angel: Even without soul, the man was capabel of feeling and showing affection, love even, towards his brother. Enough to threathen a Warrior of God with death. An impossible task and at first it had amused Castiel, that the man had threathened him. Was he really that stupid? But then he had seen it. In his eyes. Love. Sam Winchester did this for love of his brother. He lied to his brother, out of love. A confusing emotion for a soulless man, Castiel knew that, and he had to respect the man for that. He had played along, half assed yeah, but still, he had been there, and for a short moment, Castiel had felt like the Apocalypse had never happened. That the heavens was still under some sort of order under Micheals rule and that Cas was still part of the odd little hunting squad and that Dean, explaining the rules of watching human mating rituals on tv, was the most natural thing in the world. Then Samuel and the demon Meg had showed up and things had spun out of control in an instant.
Castiel had now stopped time in Heaven and had listened for Dean Winchester. He was safe, tucked into bed in a motel. Castiel didn't know where, but he could feel Deans heartbeat, feel his even breathing and his dreaming being restfull. For once. Castiel knew he should let the man get some much needed sleep, and that he him self should stay in the battle, but now was probably the best oppertunity he would get in a long time, to speak to Dean. So he left the battlefield and entered Deans subconsion. Castiel quickly chosed a familiar setting for his conversation with Dean and suddently Dean looked up at him from the bench. This was one of Castiels favorite moments with Dean, and he often brought Dean back to this spot, whenever he needed to talk to the human. Dean didn't seem surpriced to see him. Quiet the oppersit. "Hey Cas."he half sighed and looked around the empty play ground."What's up this time?" Castiel was still standing, suddently feeling strange feelings in his stomach, at hearing Deans voice. It wasn't a nice feeling, knowing Dean expected him to bring bad news. The Angel still haden't gotten used to the whole Guarding Angel thing. Castiel felt he was better suited as a soldier, but he also felt that he had to guard Dean Winchester and therefore he had had to be brought back as a Guardian Angel. Right? Castiel sighed. He really could use some divine guidiance right about now!? Still nothing. He sat down on the bench beside Dean, still feeling the urge to protect him, even in his own subconsions. "How are you feeling Dean?" he started, both because he felt the need to soften the situation, but also because he really wanted to know. That was also new for him, to inquire to humans emotions. He could feel Dean turn his head to look at him, but Castiel keept his stare at the swings. After so many millions of years, this still facinated the Angel. The human mind, consius or not. So many possibilities... "Really?" Deans unbeliving voice cut through his thoughts. The Angel turned his stare at him, confused. "Is that not the prober way of greating?" he asked, eventhough he knew what the human meant. He usually always did, except when he used strange references. Earlier, Sam Winchester had helped the Angel out, but lately, not so much. Dean didn't buy his smoke and mirrors. "Cut the bull, Cas. Why are you here?" Castiel looked him straight in the eyes: "I need your help, Dean." Dean snorted, so what else was new? "Im sure you do, with what?" eventhough the voice was irritated, Castiel could easilly tell that Dean was not. Actually, he was calm and collected, almost at peace. As much as a hunter could feel at peace. Castiel knew it was due to his precense, in this dream, this fictive version of the hunters subconsion. It made Castiel feel good, that he could bring this peace to the hunters mind, even though it was only temperarily. "I can't find Him, Dean." that made the hunter lean forward on his knees, listing more intently to the Angel. "God?" the Angel nodded. Dean sucked in the air his lungs needed after what must have felt like a sucker punch to him. Eventough Dean tried to deny it, he did belive. He had faith in Castiel to find God, to bring order in the universe again. This, of cause, he would never admit to, but Castiel knew him better then he thought. And he knew that this could destroy the man, if he didn't find something else to belive in. "How can I help? I mean, you still got my amulet, right?" Castiel nodded again, then stood up and took a few steps from the bench. Dean remained seated and Castiel could feel the humans pulse starting to race. He felt bad for putting Dean in that situation so he turned to look at the human. "I still have one place to look." Dean was looking like his patience was running thin, so Castiel continued."I need to get inside of you." Dean paled and swallowed a lump, then said:"Excuse me? What does that mean? Please let that be angel-slang for...something other then what I'm thinking." Castiel didn't know what Dean was thinking, but he had a fairly good idea. "Some say, that God is in his creations. I have searched every other places, besides inside the humans. I need you to let me enter your mind, body and soul, to search for him." Dean remained quiet so Castiel continued "I have already thought of using my own vessel, but Jimmy and I...my relations with Jimmy has been quiet for some time now. I cannot enter his soul without permission." Dean looked sceptica
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