Angels Fall (A Supernatural Fanfiction) [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 6: Hollow Guilt

Sam's eyes had dark circles beneath them and he could barely keep them open. He was reading in the light of his bedside lamp.

'Angels aren't Angels without their grace. If they lose that grace, they become human. Angels oftentimes borrow each other's graces in desperate times. Wars, for instance, is the only time it is allowed. It's a disturbing process for an angel to take the grace from a fellow angel, but it is necessary under certain circumstances.'

Sam narrowed his eyes, reading the passage again and again. He bookmarked the page and closed the book, resting it on his bedside table.
He closed his eyes, and was met with a white flash of light.

Before he could suspect anything, he was greeted by Jess, as beautiful as the day he met her. He smiled and a tear rolled out of his closed eyes and down his cheek.

"How was that?"

"Good." April said, nodding, out of breath.

"Did I do it right?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay. Good." Castiel got a drink of water from the bedside table. He handed the glass to April, who took a drink.

"Are you hungry? This can make you hungry."

"Yeah, actually."

"I will make us something to eat." She said.

"Alright. I will get dressed." She kissed him before getting out of the bed.

Castiel lay in the bed and stared at the ceiling. He was mesmerized by the beauty of human interaction. He had only seen it in films Dean had stopped him from watching.

Dean. Oh, Dean.

He shot out of his reverie and into the present. He had defied Dean. He had done what he had been wanting to do with him with somebody else.

I'm so sorry, Dean. I'm so so sorry.

He got dressed and headed into the kitchen, hair a mess. He found April in the kitchen, cutting something something up with a knife.

No. A blade.
An angel blade.

He took in a deep breath of air. "Where did you get that?"

"I found it in your clothes." She said, twisting it in her hand, admiring it's design. She tested it's sharpness with her pointer finger. "Nice and sharp, I see. And--angelic." She smiled and walked towards him.

"Who are you?" He said, backing away.

She smiled, suggestively. "I just wanted to prepare a nice meal for you. After all, we did just have a--moment."

"We did not have a moment." He backed away from her, but ran into a wall.

She made her way to him and held the blade to his neck. "How about I strap you to a chair and we can have a little fun, huh?"
She laughed, sending shivers down his spine.

"Dean." Sam said, knocking on his brother's door. It was early morning, and when his brother opened his door, his hair was disheveled, eyes puffy.

"What do you want, Sam?" He said in a tired, slurred voice.

"Have you been drinking?"

"What? No."

Sam looked at his brother with a stare that tore through his soul.

"Fine! Yes. I was drinking."

"Dean, my god!"

"What?"