Blue Eyed Angel (A Castiel Love Story)

Unable to Understand

A/N Hey guys! Second Chapter is here!!! I'm really really excited about this story, I litterally can't go asecond without writing it. It's become my life. 
Lets do this guys! show Destiniel some love <3
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“How long have you been harvesting powers of the sun?” My jaw dropped

“Excuse me?” He leaned closer to me again

“You can hear my voice, there is only one way” He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer to him. I shrieked in both pain and fear as he took a deep breath in, as if he was smelling me. “Maybe not…” He got quieter and released my scalp. I rubbed my head in pain and glared up at him

“What is your problem buddy?” I asked. I ran my red hair through my fingers until I felt soothed. Castiel just stared at me, for what felt like a very long time. Then he sat in front of me, and stared at me some more. I saw that the angel was perplexed, so I joined him in sitting on the ground. He stared at me differently than before

“Tell me about yourself” I finally said. I was more than a little curious about angels. I stopped going to church years ago, when Bobby stopped coming to visit, and my mum stopped responding to my name.

“I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord” I shook my head at him

“And?”

“And?” Castiel repeated. I sighed

“How old are you? Is god real? Have you ever seen him? What’s he like?” Castiel smiled, seeming to be pleased about these questions

“I am very old, Destiny. Not many Angels have ever met God, but he is real. He is my Heavenly Father” He shook his head “Humanity has forgotten us so easily” He said the last part more too himself, but I still heard it. “Tell me of you” He said, his head tilted to the side a little bit “Who are you?”

“I am Destiny Singer” I paused “You are an angel, shouldn’t you know about me” Castiel shook his head

“I should… and yet… I don’t” He seemed puzzled “You are… untouchable to me” I was puzzled as well; he seemed to know Dean, and probably Sam. He could tell that Bobby and I were related… so how could he not know about me?

“Well… What do you want to know?” I asked him. In the back of my mind I heard whispering, but then it was gone, leaving me sure that I had imagined it.

“Tell me… What you like?” He said it like a question, as if confirming with someone else that he was supposed to ask. After a second of giving the angel an odd look I said

“Well… I like Motorcycles” I paused and he nodded at me to continue “I like how fast a bike can take you… and the wind in your hair. It’s like… flying” I had melted off into dream land, and when I came to my senses I saw that Castiels blue eyes were wide and interested as he leaned forward

“These motorcycles…” he said the word like it was foreign and difficult to roll off his tongue “they are aircrafts?” startled, I burst into laughter, which only made him look more confused

“No! Castiel” I paused to get a few more giggles “They’re bikes that go really fast” He seemed to comprehend this, or at least I thought he did, until he said

“But then I can’t understand how you could even compare them to flying.” I laughed a bit louder now, and Castiel tilted his head at me… he seemed like a lost puppy. After a few more moments, he stood and said

“That is all we can talk about right now. We must leave” I stood as well and gave him a quizzical look. He reached out a hand towards me and carefully, I took it. His hand was rough, and warm, and engulfed mine perfectly. A perfect match.