My Guardian Angel (Destiel AU)

Chapter 11

//Cas POV

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT

The elevator doors opened on Dean's floor and I scrambled out wildly to his door, flung it open and slammed it shut.

"Holy shit." I breathed out. "There's a fucking ghost living in Dean's apartment."

I slid to the floor and brought my knees up to my chest. "There's a ghost.. There's... A ghost.. Ghost..."

Standing up, I ran to grab my laptop and my ice cream and hid in Dean's bedroom. Going on Google I typed, "What should I do if there is a fucking ghost living in my apartment building?"

All of a sudden, a tab popped up and in etchy, green letters a sentence popped up saying, "Are you worried that a ghost is living in your home? Well click on this link to find out how to get rid of it!"

I bit my lip and clicked on the link.

A website popped up and a video started playing so I made it full screen. The screen went black then 2 faces appeared on the screen. Then...

GHOSTFACERSSS DUH NUH NUH

_here we go_

//Dean POV

"So Castiel Novak has made a deal with the King Of Hell that the war will not continue if we stop killing demons?" Michael asked.

"Yes."

"Well, that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard! Crowley cannot just stop a damn war because of a measly deal! And we can't stop killing demons! They are causing multiple human deaths every day!" Michael was furious but luckily not at Cas or me.

"Crowley and I need to have a talk." He finally said.

"Yes sir, wonderful idea." I agreed.

"By the way, how are you and Castiel?" He asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Um." I swallowed. "Good, great."

Michael smiled in amusement. "If you and Castiel continue to... Have relations, then I must appoint you as his full time guardian angel."

I gasped. "Really!?"

"Yes really, blah blah blah just keep him safe, especially around his birthday because that will be the time when his power is most weak and he will be growing his wings."

"Yes Micahel, sir yes I'll keep an eye on him. Always." I smiled and Michael tried to keep from grinning along with me, since he still had to be a hard-ass.

"Now go. Make sure you don't make any more deals with the devil, okay?"

I nodded and kept promising him things but he just rolled his eyes and said, "Go help Gabriel with the army." He flicked his hand and I was gone.

//Cas POV

An hour later, I had more knowledge then I thought possible on ghosts. If Angels and Demons were real then ghosts were real right? These guys- The Ghostfacers- seemed to know their stuff, even if they were a bit kooky. I packed a bag full of salt, a lighter, a shovel and a map. Damn that's heavy.

The Ghostfacers first said that I should try looking up history on the building to see if there were any brutal deaths or suicides in the building. So I got back on my laptop and searched around until I found an article from the 1960's.
Apparently, a man and his daughter had been living in apartment 340, the apartment on the top floor. The man had to go back to work for an emergency project and left his 10 year old daughter alone in the apartment, telling her that if anyone knocked to tell the "Daddy will hurt you."
So apparently, someone broke in and attacked her and she died. When the dad got back he saw her body lying on the floor and screamed so everyone on the top floor could here, "Daddy will kill you!" As in, he will kill the person who killed his daughter. Then, after a week of being overcome with grief he killed himself.

Damn.

The Ghostfacers said to see if the bodies were cremated. If they were, then the spirits must be attached to a special object that maybe the person had a strong attachment too or bled on or something. After checking a bunch of articles, I learned that the man was cremated but he specifically asked for his daughter to be buried in a special coffin because he believed that she would be raise from the dead... Maybe he was right.

Anyways, I threw the bag over my shoulder and looked at the clock which read 11:16. As I made my down on the elevator, I thought about why the ghost girl hadn't come out before now... All of a sudden, the elevator shook and stopped. I pressed the down button but nothing happened. "No, no, no!" I said, pounding the button. I tried the emergency button but no such luck. Then I picked up the telephone. "Hello? Is anyone down in the lobby? Can you help me I'm stuck in the elevator!"

I listened carefully but all I heard was raspy breathing. In, out. In, out. In... The phone clicked off. The wire had been cut.

"Holy shit." I whispered and slammed the receiver down.

Backing up to the corner of the elevator, I pulled out salt and made the best circle I could around myself to keep the ghost out. It was really wobbly and looked more like an oval... I looked up and gasped. The ghost girl was standing in the other corner, just outside the salt circle. The knife in her hand gleamed up at me as if saying, "Hey I'm gonna be in your throat soon!"

I gulped and waved. Really Castiel!?

The girl raised her hand and waved with her fingers, an evil grin on her face. What the hell...

I checked the circle, picked up a pinch of salt and threw it at her. She disappeared as soon as It touched her transparent figure and for the time being, was gone. Closing my eyes I put my hands together and sighed. "Okay assbutt, aka Dean Wincester, right now I'm stuck in the apartment elevator." I was praying out loud and well, praying that he would hear me. "I'll explain when you get here but uh I kinda need you to like go to a graveyard and burn just a few bones for me-"

"Cas."

"Shit!" I said snapping my eyes open. Dean was standing in front of me with his arms crossed, looking annoyed. "You scared me!"

"You prayed for me! And... Assbutt?"

"It's a word!"

"Right. So why are you stuck in an elevator? And also why did you leave the apartment!?"

I explained to him about the scream, the hallway and the ghosts. He tried not to laugh as I told him about me looking up the Ghostfacers website. "Oh those lunatics are amateurs! You should have seen the way Sam and I used to hunt... The good ole' days..."

"Shut up! It was a moment of crisis and I could have died by the way!"

Dean glanced at the salt circle/oval and smirked. "Okay fine what do you need?"

I was about to answer when the elevator jolted and started to move- up. But it didn't stop at Dean's floor, it carried us up to the last floor, the haunted hallway. The doors opened and standing there was the little girl, the knife in her hand shining bright and the gleam in her eyes evil.

"My daddy is gonna hurt you."

"That's creepy as fuck." Dean whispered but he was clearly not as frightened as I was.

"My daddy is gonna hurt you."

"Dean, please I need you to burn her bones!" I cried out, grabbing his arm.

"My daddy is gonna hurt you."

"Okay I'll do that."

Then the lights shut off in the elevator and only the dim light from one lightbulb hanging over the girls head shone.

"My daddy is gonna kill you."