The Angel Watching Over Me (ON HOLD)

My Vistor

I remember the first time I saw him. I was falling asleep in my cold creaky bed. He came out of the shadows behind the bedroom door. Aside from looking dirty or exhausted he gave off a friendly vibe. He promised me he would come almost every night to tell me stories. Stories about angels and hunters. But most importantly stories about my family, two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.

~~~Early October, 2003~~~

"Can you tell one more before you go?" I asked.

He let out a small sigh and sat on the window sill. He relaxed his back against the glass slowly. I wonder if his wings hurt when he does that. Or if they shrink inside his body and then come out when he wants them to. I should ask him one day.

"Please Cas?" I completly forgot he doesn't like to be called Cas. He gave me a cold glance.

I didn't think it was possible for angels to get tired, but every time he comes he seems more and more exhausted.

"Alright. This will be the last one for tonight." He took a another quick glance at me, but then quickly looked outside the window. Every time he does that he has this weird expression on his face. Like someone has shot him or worse as if someone told him they don't sell his favorite flavor of ice cream anymore.

I think I remind him of someone or I scare him a little. Probably because I forgot to comb my hair.

Castiel made another small sigh and muttered something I couldn't hear.

He took a pause and looked off into the dark night.

"The Winchesters were on another hunt. Not just any ordinary hunt, but one that wasn't in their fathers journal. They have been tracking this monster for a while, but it keeps managing to escape. Even for these skilled hunters catching it will be a tough task." Castiel explained.

"What happened to their father anyway?" I interrupted.

"He went on a hunting trip and never came back." Stated Castiel

"So like Dean, My dad?" I asked.

"No. Nothing like your father." He said angrily. He looked like a pitbull that got his favorite toy stolen, but a baby pitbull.

There was a long pause before he started once again.

"Your father was a brave man, he and Sam risked their lives many times. They've done it since they were kids. And they never asked to be thanked or recognized." Castiel turned his head around to look at me.

"Their jobs are hard, but it's not about the job. It's about family, it's about doing what's right." Castiel got off the window sill and stretched his arms.

"You will eventually have to learn that too." Castiel finished.

"Learn to do what's right." He rephrased.

I have no idea what he's talking about. Sometimes I think he forgets I'm only 7. I think he had a tough day from the look on his face, so I'll just go with it.

"I will, Cas." Shoot! I did it again!

Surprisingly he wasn't mad. He came over to my bed to give me a hug goodbye. He smelled really bad.

"Castiel I think you need a bath." I blurted out.

"Sorry, I saw an animal outside and it sprayed me with some weird substance." Castiel responded as he quickly backed away.

"You can use our shower if you want, but it would have to be during the day when the rest of us are gone." I explained.

"I don't want to risk it, maybe I will go to a motel. Thanks anyway."

He gave me one last glance and with a smile he said "Goodnight Paige."

He vanished in less then a second. I had forgotten we weren't alone and came back to reality when I heard my friend Meredith snoring. I rolled over my bed and covered my shoulders with my blanket. I realized he never finished the story.

I guess it will have to wait for next time.

I started to drift off to sleep. I hope I don't dream about demons again or that guy named Cryley or Crowley whatever his name is.