My Angel {Destiel}

Bonus Chapter: Fall in July?

Hii :)

this is a bonus chapter

obvi

but this would be right in between the moments when Castiel left heaven and before Sam and Dean worked on the second case. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Sam and Dean had just got back from going out for breakfast. "Man, that omelet was breath taking," Dean said, putting the keys in his jacket pocket. "Yeah, but not as good as those strawberry pancakes," Sam said as he shut the door and trolled down the stairs. "Well, we should probably start looking for cases now." The brothers both went to their rooms to get laptops and change in house flannels. Dean walked in the room last, Miracle running happily behind him. Dean smiled as he sat down, pulling out another chair for the fluffy dog. Sam sipped a cup of tea as he looked at his computer. "Find anything?" Dean asked. "I don't know. Everyone's talking about powerful winds." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Winds? Sammy, it's the middle of July." 

"That's what I said. But there's a bunch of news articles about power wind and Autumn weather. See for yourself." Dean shrugged and opened his computer. He then looked at the news section of his browser, just to see exactly what Sam had said he saw. Dean squinted as he read one of the titles. "Wind Picks Up Speed Around Trench-Coated Figure" Dean clicked on it, and started to read. "A man by the name of Nicholas Green was leaving his favorite coffee shop when he noticed that the wind was pushing harder than it was 20 minutes before he went in the coffee shop. He looked to see that the wind was surrounding a man in a trench coat. All sides of the man were completely untouched by the powerful wind. Nick started to film the situation as life started confusing him. (The video is below)" Dean scrolled and clicked the video's play button. The video showed a figure that looked exactly like Cass was walking as the wind pushed towards him. But it wasn't touching him, just as it said in the text. Dean's eyes went wide. "Dean?" Sam asked. "You okay?" Dean slammed his computer shut. "That's enough case hunting for today."

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Castiel didn't know what was happening. Why was it cold? Why could he feel the cold? People looked and watched him as he walked the streets. He was trying to find Sam and Dean but he just couldn't remember how to get there. He had no money, so he couldn't call. People would run away from him, because the wind would avoid him. Sometimes, when he would get angry, the wind would pick up speed. When he felt sad and alone, he would cry, causing the breeze to move more slowly. He just didn't want to be alone anymore. So, he went where he only knew he could. 

"Really? You want my help?" Anael said. "Me?" Cass looked down. "Yes.. I can't trust any other angels. They all want me dead." Anael counted the money she earned that day. "How do you know you can trust me? I could be one those who also want you dead." Cass rolled his eyes. "Can you please just help me? This is getting exhausting. I'm tired of the world feeling my emotions." That's when Anael realized that Castiel was the one causing this Summertime Sadness. "You're the reason that it's so cold?" Cass nodded. "And I don't know why. I'm fresh from the Empty and this is new to me. This didn't happen the first time I got back from the Empty. Please just.. Just help me put the world back together. If you help me, I won't tell Sam and Dean where you are. (Hi. Buggy here. yeah, this is referencing when anael lied about where the occultum was.) "They're still mad at me?" Cass lied. "Oh yeah. Big time. You don't understand. They needed the Occultum so bad. So, do we have a deal?" Anael rolled her eyes. "Fine."

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"Okay. So, I was able to find out what we need for the spell," Anael said. "We need some of your blood, a bit of extra dried bones, a piece of clothing that belongs to you, and oh- um.." Castiel squinted. "What?" Anael handed him the paper. "We need some of the goop from the Empty. But we can't go there and get any. I'm sorry, Castiel." Cass shrugged. "Don't worry. I won't tell Sam and Dean. Thank you for trying." Castiel shoved the list into his pocket, and walked out. As he walked on the sidewalk in the night, he pulled out the list and looked at the last thing. He chuckled to himself. "This stuff isn't hard to get. Every time I bleed, it's darker than usual. All I need to do is separate my blood and then I can stop this madness."