Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 6

I've never been so low.

Not in my entire life.

Bugger all that shite. I just wanted to feel better and the first step on the road was to clear my dreams in order to finally get some rest. Normally I would turn to Pamela with a matter like this but she was on sick leave, to put it bluntly, and since I didn't trust anybody else my very best idea was to ask somebody with immense power to aid me. Right on the next occasion when the Winchesters payed Bobby and I a visit I asked Dean to get in touch with his angel friend if it's not too much to ask. He might be of great use.

I have concerns regarding the angels. Understandably, your first instinct tells you that they are on your side because God commanded them to love and serve mankind but previous incidents made me doubt their intentions.

There was a time when Castiel and Uriel threatened to smite a whole city because of one demon. Okay, he was the birthfather of the whole Halloween thing and he was powerful and all that but we're talking about over a thousand people's lives here in exchange for one Samhain (and one associated witch plus company). Even if he was the sodding devil, what he wasn't, even than you couldn't justify this slaughter. Besides, if I look at this situation from a strategic point of view it sounds like a complete waste to me.

There is that and my personal experience. Where were the angels when a squad of demons slaughtered innocent children? Where were the angels when the same group murdered the couple, who took care of me? Where were the angels when I was roaming the streets alone putting everybody around me in danger? Don't get me wrong, I don't view myself to be important enough to be saved by holy winged dudes armed with harps and trumpets but I'm genuinely questioning their priorities. If hundreds of demons follow a single person isn't it their duty to stop them before anybody gets hurt?

I hope you understand where I'm coming from. I don't wanna accuse them collectively but it's pretty shady nonetheless. With that being said I wasn't wholly comfortable to ask for their assistance however we had no other options.

(🎶Eurythmics - Missionary Man)

Dean called out to Castiel who literally arrived in a blink of an eye and they talked the matter over. The angel sounded upset when the oldest Winchester told him about me and my dreams.

I didn't see Castiel's face given I was in the next room for that I wanted to keep my distance but I heard every word.

His rumbling voice seemed to take a different tone and he reminded Dean to be careful because he told him that I was important and he has to lookout for me to keep me safe. And Dean - here I quote - "clearly could've done a better job". Following that he agreed to take responsibility of putting an end to the problem of the Sandman on steroids. That was my cue.

I set foot in to the room with a fully prepared speech about me refusing to be any more important what I actually am. Also, if I'm really needed than I demand answers to my questions regarding my origins. And just to be clear I have a lot to ask.

First thing I saw was 2 men facing each other. One of them was Dean the other was wearing an overcoat and he was showing the archway his back. Regardless of being an angel Castiel didn't seem to be the colossal creature as in how Pam described him. He was tall but nowhere near close to the Winchesters who are giants compared to the average population. His hair was dark, almost black and was cut short. There was nothing distinctive about the bloke at first sight. Hell, if we were happened to meet on the streets I'd walk right past him without taking notice. That is up until he turned around.

How do I say this without sounding like a creepy internet stalker obsessed over a celebrity? Castiel was... He had a face unlike what I've ever seen. His luminously shiny, blue, hooded eyes accompanied by plump lips and a straight pointy were perfectly in harmony with his pale skin. The cherry on top was his light stubble what gave character to his features. And if that wasn't enough as I felt myself sinking in his gaze a shimmering light hemmed around his wholesome figure.

The living definition of the word "mesmerizing". He hasn't said a word and yet I was hypnotised by him. I also felt a slight pulse which pounded very similarly to what you feel when a cat is purring in your lap. Gentle but subtle, made me feel relaxed and well. For a brief moment, I forgot that I had troubles, worries and a reputation to maintain... I say this because the instant this happened the word "beautiful" rolled out of my mouth. Thus, his nickname was born.

Oh yeah, about that. I tend to give people nicknames and use those to tease them. For example after we got married I started to call Sam "honey", "sugar", "sweetheart", "darling" and so on to stick with the husband-and-wife theme. Dean envied the sweet-talk so since then I refer to him as "handsome" which I find hilarious and he's more than happy with it. I granted him another opportunity to mock his little brother and he enjoys it very much. But that's enough for now. I digressed, again.

Castiel left but he promised me he'll be back once I'm ready to fall asleep and face the Mystery Man. He'll enter my dream and scare him away, or if it won't be of use he'll use his angel powers and fight him. Looks like I'm in good hands.