In the Eyes of a Fallen Angel

Chapter One: I meet the Winchesters

        "Dude, no joke. He just, appeared, on my car." I listened as footsteps walked around me. A voice, different from the last, began to speak.

        "Demon?"

        " I don't know, what kind of demon has wings?"

        " I don't see any wings."

        "Well, they're there, I can see them, I don't know why you can't."

        " Maybe it's a new breed."

        " Well, whatever it is, go get the holy water and my knife. I'll wake him up."

        A set of footsteps receded and I heard the arm whoosh before it hit me. I reached out my arm and caught the oncoming punch in midair and opened my eyes. I looked at my captor and couldn't look away. His beautiful green eyes captivated me, like dew on a blade a grass.  He had freckles that made a bridge across his nose and his neatly trimmed blond hair stood straight up. And his soul, his soul was so broken and sad. And lonely, he was so lonely. But it was so beautiful. I didn't understand, what were these feelings? I felt, warm inside, just a tiny flicker of heat right where my heart is. He stared back at me, first in suprise, then in anger. He began to swing with his other hand, but I caught that one too. We stood there, exchanging cold glares at each other when the other person walked in. I turned sharply and pushed my assilant away from me.

        " Dean! You okay?" The other man shouted my attacker. He brushed his too long brown hair out of his eyes and began unscrewing the lid to the jar he was holding.

        Dean stood up quickly and went to join him, saying," Yeah, I'm good." before grabbing the jar away from him. He walked towards me slowly and I watched his every move. He circled around and motioned for his comrade to grab me. I turned towards him and pictured him being pinned to the wall. He hit the wall with a loud thump and crumpled to the ground. "Sam!" Dean shouted before splashing me with from what I could tell was holy water. When nothing happened, he lunged towards me with an engraved knife and stabbed me in my shoulder. I felt a pinch, but there was not too much harm. I grabbed the knife, pulled it out, and dropped it on the floor. Dean stared at me, an anstonished look on his face.

        "What are you?" he asked, gazing from me, to the knife, and back again.

        "My name is Castiel." I replyed. "I'm an angel of the lord."