In the Eyes of a Fallen Angel

Chapter Nine: Life on Earth

        We walked across the street to the hotel. It was old, and probably very dirty on the inside. Dean pushed open the wooden door. The inside matched the outside perfectly. Old and run down, with a grouping of old musty couches in the corner, it looked like it hadn't had a good clean in years. Sam was talking to a man at the front desk. He noticed us, then quickly walked over.

        "I was able to get us a two bedroom room with a kitchen." He said, holding up a pair of keys.

        "Great." Dean said, grabbing the keys and looking at the numbers. "Room Six." He said, and began walking in the direction of our room. I began to follow him when Sam stopped me.

        "Listen Castiel." He said in a low voice. "I still don't trust you. I don't why Dean does, but I don't. I barely even know who you are. I don't know if you're an angel or not, but I'm watching you. If you betray us, I swear I'll kill you and everyone of your bastard friends."

        I stared into his hazel eyes. "What have I done to make you not trust me?" I asked slowly, as to not make him any more angry.

        Sam's eyes softened. "It's not your fault. I just haven't had many trustworthy people in my life." He said, looking at his feet.

        "Hey." Dean called out of the room. "You guys coming or not?"

        Sam shot a glance at me, then walked to the room. I followed behind. Dean had thrown his bags on the floor and turned to us when we walked in.

        "I call this bedroom." Sam said, walking to the bedroom on the left. He through his bag in.

        "Alright, then I have this one." Dean said, picking up his bags and walking to the one on the right. I looked at the musty couch under the sputtering air conditioning.

        "And I have, this." I said, sitting down and watching the dust clouds billow out of it.

        After we had settled in, we all sat in silence in the small living room. Sam was typing away on his laptop and Dean was watching something called," Doctor Sexy M.D." I did as well. It was something about a male doctor and a bunch of female doctors. They didn't seem to be getting much work done. They just seemed to like, touching each other.

        "I don't understand." I said to no one in particular. "If they like each other, then why did she slap him? Has he misbehaved? What are they doing now?"

        Dean cleared his throat and turn the T.V. off. "Nothing Cas, they just have a complicated relationship." he said, then picked up his beer and took a swig. 

        Sam closed his laptop. "Alright, I'm going to go talk to the local police, see if they've seen anything strange. I'll be back in an hour." he said, shooting me a pointed look that said," I don't trust you and if you hurt my brother you're dead."

        I nodded knowingly. Sam, looking satisfied, walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. I heard the engine of the Impala start up, and fade as he drove away. I stood up and stretched my aching wings.

        "Dude, watch it!" Dean said as one of my wings almost hit him in the face.

        "Sorry." I said, and folded them in.

        Dean took a drink from his beer. "So," he said," You never really told me, how come I can see your wings and not Sam?"

        "Well, they can only be seen by three people. The first is a holy man, like a pope or a priest, which you're not." I replied.

        "Obviously." Dean said, fiddling with one of his handguns.

        "They can also be seen by, by the dying..." I said slowly.