Guardian-Destiel UA Chapter 2

Chapter Two:

I put my hand up, stopping him right there. “What.”  Blinking in disbelief I saw Castiel tilt his head, like he was confused and maybe even possibly hurt by my reaction. “There is no such thing as angels.” And like that, my knife was back up as I lunged towards him. He was a demon, all of my nerves screamed danger.

In half a second, I was pressed up against a wall, Castiel’s face inches from mine, I struggled underneath his weight but with his arm under my chin I couldn’t do much. My mistake was underestimating his strength, which was even greater than a demon’s. I wrapped my hands around his forearm, digging my nails in, my knife on the floor. In the corner of my eye I saw Sam move, and he slammed his own knife into Castiel’s back, no doubt he aimed for the spinal cord. A little blood dripped from his mouth, shining red on his bottom lip, but his hold on me didn’t loosen even the slightest. My vision started to blur with air loss.

For a few seconds Sam was phased- the knife was supposed to kill anything- but he yanked it out, with a sickening sound and drove it into the trench coat again. Air rushed into my lungs as Castiel pulled his arm back to his side. Silver dropped from his sleeve and he turned to Sam, holding up a knife unlike anything I had ever seen before. “That blade can not kill an angel, only a blade carried by an angel can kill me or any other of my kind.”

“Sam!” I yelled.

Frantically, Sam sidestepped, hoping to get out of reach of the new weapon, but there wasn’t any need. Castiel dropped the knife letting it clatter on the scuffed floor, and put up his hands. “I am not here to fight. I am here to protect.”

“What?” Sam was breathless, his broad shoulders heaving. I groaned. He was always willing to drop his guard and it was a bad habit that was going to get us killed.

He waved his hand in front of him, shifting from foot to foot, his expression almost desperate. “I...I was told by my superiors to ensure your safety. You’re an important piece of fate, and if anything were to, as it has happened in the past, to go awry, we would have to find someone new....We weren’t-”

“Woah woah woah.” Propping my arms up underneath me, I sat up, cringing. “Hold up a second there, Cas.”

Stiffly, he corrected me. “Castiel.”

“Yeah, Castiel.” I pursed my lips. “You mean I’m important? Important to what? God?”

He nodded and he explained, sincere in his answer. “Yes, Dean, you are very important. And yes, you are important to God.”

I looked back at Sam, knowing full well that I must have had the dumbest grin on my face. “You hear that Sammy, I am ‘very important’. Heaven needs me...But here’s another question, what for?” Sam’s expression was incredulous and  he gestured back to Castiel.  I remembered that we had a dangerous, possibly homicidal entity in the room.

Turning my attention back to Castiel, I saw that he was shaking his head, almost frustrated. “I do not know. I do not have that kind of stature. There are only a few angels that know what God’s Will truly is and I am not one of them.”

Only then did I realize that the man on the floor looked familiar, that he had been at almost every diner Sam and I had stopped at in the past month. The bastard really had been following us, for miles, quietly eating our dust and our sorry asses had no idea. “Dude. Thanks for saving us.”

With a slight nod, Castiel regarded the body before bending over to pick it up like it weighed nothing, and slinging it over his shoulder, not caring if it bloodied his coat or not. “The demon was about to gather more. I think he was planning on coming after you two tonight.”

“And we had no idea.” Sam said, voice thick and obviously uneasy at the thought of being the hunted instead of the hunter. Literally, since we were kids and after the fire I had made damn sure that we he would never lose anything again. Loss wasn’t something either of us knew how to deal with well. Mom’s death took it’s toll on me too, and I knew it didn’t look for it in me, but I let it guide my every action from when I woke up in the morning until I went to sleep at night.

“Dean,” Castiel snapped me back to the room when his voice cut through the air.

“If you are supposed to watch me, does that mean you have to like guard me?”

“Yes, technically.”

“And so does that mean you’re my Guardian Angel?”

I heard Sam shudder and choke on his own spit, and Castiel’s cheekbones flushed. “Y-yes. I suppose.”

I nodded, pleased with the idea that I had a Angel at my service. The silence expanded, solidified and amplified in the stale, slightly blood tinged air and I could only handle it so long before I shattered it. “Okay, so, what now?”

Castiel looked helpless, his blue eyed pleading for relief and ideas. “You weren’t supposed to know of my presence-”

“But we do,” Sam interrupted again. “So I think the best idea is just for you to stay with us. Wherever we go, you go too.”

“Does that mean he’s staying with us in the motel?” My voice sounded whinier than I intended.

“Yes, Dean.” Sam gave me a look, telling me not to be so rude. The angel’s body gestures we’re like a hurt puppies and I twang of guilt hit me, but I wasn’t going to apologize.

“Okay, whatever. Let’s just go back the motel and get some sleep. I need to clear my head anyways.”

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