Across Dangerous Waters (A Castiel Fanfiction)

Meeting The Horvaths

Cas stared at the envelope in his hands as he sat at the head of the table. He was still grasping the fact that Judith was dead.

It was true; he and Judith did share a night together. Just one night. And he never saw her again after that one night. He thought it would be a bad idea to see her after that. Heaven would have likely intervened.

He opened the envelope, pulling out a folded piece of paper. It wasn't just information on the children, he soon realized. It was, in fact, a letter written by Judith. And it began with the words, "Dear Castiel,"

"Dear Castiel,
If you are reading this, odds are, I'm dead. As soon as I learned of their destiny, I sent my children to a small house in Brighton, England, where their grandmother lives. I would like for you to go there and ensure their safety. Yes, I know of their destiny, I have for some time. I'm sure Malachi has told you by now."

She went on to talk about the prophecy about Edith and Parker, what they had the power to do. She didn't know what the key was either, or what it had to do with her kids.

"I trust that you will find my children, and watch over them. Keep them safe, Castiel. I'm counting on you, angel.
Yours truly, Judith."

Cas sighed as he finished the letter. She would often refer to him as "angel". Just angel. He missed Judith so much. Perhaps if he'd kept in touch with her, he could've been able to heal her when she learned of the brain tumor. Though now was not the time for "what ifs". He had a mission, and he intended to see it through.

There was an address on the back of the letter. That must've been where the kids were. And since he was human now, he only had one option; fly by plane. If he could somehow afford it; he didn't have much money.

He glanced at the envelope and noticed there was more inside. He found a stack of twenty dollar bills and what he could only assume was British currency in a money clip. There must've been a couple hundred dollars (and pounds) in that stack. There was a small slip of paper with a note on it written in blue ink. "Just in case you need it," it read.

Cas smiled to himself. Judith was always prepared for anything.

He packed what little he had in his satchel, and realized Malachi's body was still in the chair. He sat there, his blue unblinking eyes gazing up at the ceiling lifelessly. Cas sighed, closing Malachi's eyes, realizing he was already cold. And he walked out the door, prepared to complete his mission.

._.__._.

He drove to the airport in his newly obtained car, and after much time going through airport security, he finally managed to get on the plane. He vaguely remembered Dean being nervous about planes, and he was never sure why. He'd never understand the ways of the humans.

He knew little about planes, but he could see why one might be anxious during takeoff. But once the plane got in the air, it was a much smoother ride. There was nothing evident to worry about.

Castiel found himself lost in thought as he stared out the plane window, thinking back to when he met Judith nearly fifteen years ago.

._.__._.

It was a rainy April night when he appeared at their doorstep, ringing the bell. He was here on a mission, and a very important one at that. He was here to cure Margaret Horvath, and possibly her teenage daughter, Judith. After all, it could have been hereditary.

A young girl with dirty, almost sandy, blonde hair and dark brown eyes answered the door. "What?" She asked plainly, having to speak over the sound of pouring rain.