Polarize ➳ Castiel

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It started as a perpetual tug that Castiel had managed to ignore for several months. But then it started to become stronger; an urge that was akin to an alcoholic desperate for another bottle of Heineken to drown his sorrows in. Eventually, the angel gave up on attempting to ignore the tug, and followed it to its origins.

He had expected some sort of impending disaster on the scale of Armageddon; however, he was surprised to find that the tug had been coming from a simple, human girl. Confused, he had approached her figure while she sat on the ledge of her balcony smoking a cigarette. Of course, she hadn't noticed him due to the fact that he had masked his presence, but he was tempted to make himself visible after seeing how high up the balcony actually was.

However, he decided against it, suspicious of the entire situation. He suspected that the tug was a powerful demon's work, but could find no evidence of his assumption. Without letting his guard down, he sat himself down on the opposing edge of the balcony, and began to observe the girl.

She had dark circles underneath her olive green eyes, and skin that was unhealthily pale and pasty. Her collarbones protruded sharply, as if they were about to cut through her flesh at any given moment. His eyes flickered to her stick-like arms, inhaling sharply when he noticed the angry red lines crisscrossing her skin.

He let out his breath when she crushed her cigarette against the wall and jumped onto the balcony, her black Doc Martens creating a heavy thumping sound when they hit the ground. Then, he watched as she shrugged on an old, acid wash denim jacket over her fragile shoulders while she sifted through her drawers. Curious, he slid off of the ledge and walked into the apartment, taking note of the faded nametag that read Parker R. Lancaster.

"Parker R. Lancaster," he murmured underneath his breath as he committed her name to his memory. There had to be a reason as to why this particular girl had managed to forcefully grab his attention.

Once Parker had found her car keys, she took one last glimpse of her apartment to make sure everything was in order. Then, she walked out, leaving Castiel alone in her apartment.

After he had made sure that Parker had left, Castiel unmasked his presence and began to sift through her personal effects. He went through her stacks of books, clothing, and drawers, but found nothing that would indicate that there was anything particularly supernatural about her. Truthfully, the only thing strange that he could tell about the girl was that she managed to stay alive after smoking a considerable amount of cigarettes.

But then he realized something else -- he could feel the remnants of her touch on each of her belongings. He could feel her emotions and sense her thoughts by simply placing his hand on a particular piece of clothing. As Parker's bitter feelings travelled through him, he closed his eyes; perhaps there was a clue of her purpose within her thoughts.

However, before he could go through more than four of her recent thoughts, he felt a warm liquid trickle down his face. Surprised, he lifted to fingers to wipe it off, becoming even more surprised when he found its identity.

It was a single tear.

He shook his head in disbelief, confusion evident in his expression. Taking his hand off of the piece of clothing, he began to prepare to leave -- but a particular picture caught his attention. Furrowing his brow, he picked up the picture and focused on Parker's left leg.

"Impossible." he muttered, staring at the distinct, bluish lines that were barely noticeable, but were still there.

And within moments, he had arrived in the Winchesters' motel room.