Castiel's Story

part 3

A/N Hello here's the long delayed part 3, thanks to everyone who has read, voted, and or commented on my story.

Most of this chapter is my head canon about the angels falling so sorry if it's too confusing. That is all please enjoy the story :)

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Chapter 3

                “Cas! Are you up yet?” Dean’s voice wakes me from sleep, and I blink a couple times, trying to get sleep from my eyes. I was still tired, so in response, I groan loudly and roll over while pulling the blankets up over my head.

                “Go away.” I shout, and I hear Dean’s laughter through the door before he opens it. He saunters into the room with a stupid grin on his face, and I glare at him over the blankets for a second before curling back up into a ball.

                “I never pegged you for not being a morning person.” Dean chuckles, crossing his arms and  looming over me from the side of the bed.

                “Sleep is amazing.” I groan, pulling the blankets tighter around me. Dean laughs again, and I feel a flutter of emotion in my stomach. It was rather pleasant.

                “I can tell. It’s midafternoon right now, I thought you left in the middle of the night or something.” His tone was light, but the fluttery feeling in my stomach was now gone. There was an unmistakable weight in his words. He was worried. Scared that I had left him again.

                “I cannot believe that you can only function on a couple hours of it.” I say, trying to ease the tension from the room.

“Old habits die hard.” Dean shrugged, then grabbed my blanket and tugged hard. I was not expecting this happening, and rolled with my blanket so that I ended up on the floor. I sit up angrily and squint my eyes at him.

“That was unnecessary.” I hiss.

“I know you’re trying to be threatening and all, but with the bedhead and the squinty eyes you just look like a pissed off kitten.” Dean chuckles, then turns to exit the room.

“I am not a kitten. I am…” I faltered a little. “I was an angel of the lord. I may be human, but I still possess the fighting ability that angels are graced with, and don’t think that I shall hesitate to use that ability on you.” I growl.

“Ok.” Dean holds up his hands in a position of surrender. “I made burgers for lunch, cause I remembered how much you loved them.” He smiles at me.

“…okay.” I mutter, pushing myself off the ground and following him. Dean leads me out to the war room, and at the table Sam is hunched over with a blanket thrown around his shoulders, sipping from a glass of water.

“Sammy, Mr. Comatose finally woke up.” Dean joked, putting his hand on my shoulder. The area grows warm from the contact, and I can feel my face flushing.

“Hey Castiel.” Sam smiles at me. There are dark bags under his eyes, and his hair is flying everywhere, but there is a warm color to his face so that I know that he’s healing.

“Hello Sam. It’s good to see that you are better.” I nod at him, then notice a plate with two burgers sitting on one end of the table untouched. “Is that for me?” I question.

“Yeah.” He nods. Slowly, I sit down at the chair where the plate is and grab one. Dean quickly sits down next to me, a hopeful expression on his face. I take a bite, and moan in approval.

“These are very delicious.” I say with my mouthful, before quickly swallowing and showing more in my mouth. “You are an excellent cook.”

“Awesome.” Dean grins, then blushes a little and looks down in his lap.