She Has Wings. | Castiel

Fall For Me.

Chapter Thirteen

I used to think grief was a one-time thing. Dean had died once, and Sam and I buried him. But it turned out grief was a thief with endless appetite. When Dean came back, it didn't matter. Something in us had already been lowered into the ground, something in Sam and me that never climbed out again. One sibling died, but you buried both.

And now it was happening all over again. Dean wasn't dead, but the angels had taken him, swallowed him up in their endless chess game. And Sam... Sam had abandoned me for something worse than Heaven or Hell. He left for revenge. He left for Ruby. He left for power.

So it was just me. Again. The girl with the wrong blood, the wrong destiny, who wanted nothing more than normal but kept waking up in a nightmare.

The motel clock ticked too loudly. The room smelled of cigarette smoke, mildew, and the kind of loneliness that clung to walls long after the guests had gone. I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tangled in the cheap bedspread, and let the silence tell me the truth: I'd been left behind.

Normal girls my age were probably sitting at kitchen tables, eating cereal, rolling their eyes at their moms. I wanted that so badly it hurt; I wanted the kind of life that didn't end in blood, betrayal, and the hollow ache of empty rooms.

But I wasn't normal. And tonight, neither was the world.

Lucifer was about to rise.

I was in the middle of a field, grass brushing my knees, stars smeared across the sky like ash. My voice cracked when I shouted.

"Cas!" I yelled. "Castiel!" My knees hit the damp ground. "Goddamn it, Cas." The tears burned, but I couldn't stop them. Ever since he'd been dragged back to Heaven, chaos had followed. He hadn't responded to me. Sam disappeared. Dean went after him. I hadn't seen either of them since.

"I can't find my brothers!" My voice splintered. The air smelled like rain and iron. I felt like I was at the beginning again. Both my brothers are gone. I'm alone. Weak.

"You are not weak."

The voice cut through the night. My head snapped up. Cas stood in front of me, trench coat ruffling against a breeze that wasn't there. His eyes were softer than I remembered. I reached for him, and he pulled me to my feet.

"Where are they!?" I begged. His sigh was heavy, ancient.

"Dean is under our care... Getting ready for Armageddon..."

I wrapped my arms around him, tears spilling. His presence was the first thing in weeks that felt solid.

"Sam... Is..." He stuttered. "Going to break the last seal by killing Lilith and let Lucifer free." He whispered.

"What?" My stomach dropped. His gaze met mine, sadness thick in his eyes.

"I'm sorry- I just found out myself-"

"No... No..." My fingers dug into his shoulders. "Please, Cas, stop this... We need to stop this."

"My superiors-"

"This is wrong!" My palms framed his face, desperate. "Fall for me," I whispered. His eyes widened.

"You said you would fall for me if I asked..." My voice broke. "You were gonna help us! Before they took you away, we were so close, we were... together." I reached down, taking his hand.

He pressed his forehead to mine, our noses bumping.

"I'll Fall..." He whispered. "For you." He leaned in closer. "We must work quickly." His breath fanned my face.