She Has My Grace (Castiel x OC)

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Third person P.O.V

The angel called Metatron loomed over the azure eyed Castiel, angel blade in hand. Cas looked up at the other, older angel,  awe struck as he realized that he had been betrayed. Castiel squirmed and held back a scream as he felt the knife Metatron held pierce the skin of his neck, he cursed under his breath a string of words that you don't typically hear angels say before Metatron laughed to himself while taking Casitel's grace in a small vile.

"This should do it, now I'm sending you away to your human life!" Castiel heard Metatron say before he felt two fingers on his forehead and both Metatron and the white room were no longer in sight, instead he was on the side of the road, watching his brothers and sisters fall.

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Ella's P.O.V

It was the dead of night, I was in my long Totoro night gown and a pair of black shorts when a strange feeling washed over me. Deciding to ignore it I climbed into bed and turned on the tv, planing to binge watch Sherlock until I fell asleep.

The strange feeling that somebody was coming kept washing over me as I got halfway through the first episode of my favorite show, I decided to get up and grab a snack and a glass of water from the near by kitchen, I let out a soft sigh as I heaved myself out of bed, I took the swift walk to the kitchen, turning on the hallway light so as not to be left in complete darkness.

I opened the refrigerator door and instead of water I decided to grab out the gallon of milk, afterwards grabbing the chips ahoy out of the small, brown cabinets, not even noticing the man that stood at the entrance. As I sat my items on the counter the man made his presence known by clearing his throat. I looked up and let out a long scream. There was somebody in my house, I'm gonna die! I thought silently to myself.
(Short A/N Her kitchen doorway looks like the hotel doorway in the episode 'Changing Channels' green walls and such. But anyways, proceed)

I grabbed a knife from the holder close to me and held it up, fear practically radiating off of my body. A small smirk seemed to form on the mans face, several wrinkles making themselves known as he looked from me to the knife.

He laughed quite loudly at me and the knife I was holding. "Go right ahead, that isn't gonna hurt little old me, besides, threatening a guest with a knife? How rude!" The smirk never left his face as he took a step closer to me, making me subconsciously take a step back.

"Who the hell are you...and what are you doing in my house?! I locked the door," I looked over to the front door of my small apartment, both the chain lock, and the lock on the knob intact, I reached over and flipped the kitchen light switch before returning my eyes to the strange man. "Besides, you aren't a guest of mine!"

"Good god, you are an extremely rude house guest. Well, maybe you have heard about me? I am Metatron, scribe/messenger of God himself? I can sense that you are somewhat religious so I'm assuming that you at least know of angels and such." Metatron's mouth lacked  a certain smirk that was replaced by a hella serious face. "And you will find out what I am doing in your house shortly.

My eyes were wide as I tried to figure out whether to laugh or go along with what this lunatic was going on about, Angels weren't real, and how could he 'sense' the fact that I was a 'tad' religious? Sure I found it was nice to have somebody to pray to when you had troubles. But I mean come on?

"You are absolutely bonkers!" I practically shouted, knife still held high in a sense of security.

"If I were insane, then tell me Ella Rose, how did I get into your house? Hm?" Metatron's eyes seemed to be staring into my very soul.