Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

12. The Gift of an Angel

I'm not exactly the poster girl for mental health.

My dreams were usually a tasteful mix of Kafka meets King meets Freddy Krueger dancing around in the background in tights. But as I stared at the ceiling of my borrowed room that four fifty three in the morning, I didn't feel like I could take the voices anymore.

"She thinks so too. She thinks you're weak and whiny and pitiful."

"You're lying."

"You know I'm not."

"From what I hear, he's a lot more powerful than Crowley and Abaddon combined."

"She's supposed to protect."

"Protect what?"

"You. Humanity. People that belong in heaven."

"I'm guessing whoever marked Hell's Child, has him now and has been preparing him for battle all these years. How do you expect to go against that?"

"We can't promise that it'll be rated G all the time, but we can promise you out. And I can guarantee that he can't give you that."

"Unbelievable. You're still choosing their side? After all what I told you—do you know the amount of danger you could be put into? You could die!"

"I don't die."

"Of course you do! There's no such thing as immortality—everything dies!"

Over and over again their voices echoed in my mind making me wish I didn't have one. What is a brain anyway? A glob of gooey tissue that...had thoughts? A glob of tissue that can create words and songs and design state of the art toilet seats?

Because that made sense.

I was busy being frustrated at the absurd concept of the human mind when I caught the strange blue eyes glaring at me from the window.

I skimmed passed it at first and looked back at my dull ceiling but then I felt shivers go down my spine and my face go slack.

Slowly, without turning my head, I sat up straight and carefully placed one foot after the other on the floor. I counted to five before I looked up again but the enormous bright blue eyes were still glaring at me.

I screamed.

"MON-STER!" I shrieked, hurriedly burying myself under my bed sheets again.

In less than a  minute Dean kicked open my door with a rifle held up ready to fire. Sam was behind him with another gun and Kevin was creeping in the background with a pan in his hands.

Dean's alert facial features began to twist into a horribly done expression as he realized there was nothing in the room.

I didn't blame him; he looked like he jumped straight out of bed with his messy hair and boxer shorts. Sam's shirt was on backwards.

"Seriously?" Dean growled, and the look he gave me told me he was considering emptying the gun in his hands on me.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Window," I whispered shakily.

"HOLY."

"Oh my god, what is that?" Sam wondered out loud, tilting his head and taking a hesitant step forward.

"It's a freaking monster, that's what that thing is!" Dean exclaimed, jabbing his rifle at it.

But we were making too much commotion and the thing in my window moved around a little and revealed its doggish nose and thick coat of wispy light, delicate blue fur.

He sort of reminded me of Sully from Monster's Inc. A very, very scary Sully.

"Oh my god, it's...I think it's a buffalo?" Kevin offered, squinting his eyes and stepping further into the room. He still had his pan up just in case he needed to whack something.

"Do we kill it?" Sam asked apprehensively.

"Do you know how?" Dean replied.

"Just shoot it," I said, still cowardly hugging my sheets.

"I can't shoot it from here, I'll break the window."

"Okay," I nodded, thoughtful. "Okay, how about you go outside and shoot it?"

"What? Why me? You have super powers, you go."

"No no no. Dining with the King of Hell is one thing, but that? That thing can eat me."

"Maybe we should wait till Cas gets here," Sam offered apprehensively.

"Okay," Dean replied seriously, and then turned to shout at my window, "Hello? Yeah, could you hold off the flesh chewing until Cas gets here? He's always a little late to these kind of things; I apologize on his behalf." Then he gave Sam a flat look.

"Then what do you want us to do?"

Dean sighed and closed his eyes. "O Heavenly Castiel, we need your feathery ass down here pronto because a blue monster is going to eat us."

"What?" Cas suddenly appeared beside Dean. We all jumped.

"Jeez!" Dean shouted, giving Cas a murderous glare.

"Oh my god." It was monotone and didn't sound in the least bit surprised. But Cas's face lit up with curiosity and he disappeared a few seconds later.

My eyes flicked to each of them and they were all shrugging. We waited in the silence for a few seconds, trying to avoid awkward eye contact.

"Now what?" Dean said, but then Cas's shouting stole all of our attention.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Who is your master?"

"What is he doing?" Dean rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Well, the thing isn't exactly a normal animal," Sam said thoughtfully.

"You think it could talk?" Kevin asked. Sam shrugged.

"I've never been so scared in my life," I whispered. "It was nice knowing you guys."

"Yeah, you too." Kevin replied, a small smile on his face. We professionally shook hands again.

Cas was suddenly beside me. "I think you should come."

I raised my eyebrow. "Come where?" I asked with a surprised laugh. "If your funny celestial brain thinks I'm gonna—" Suddenly Cas and I were outside.

"Cas!" I closed my eyes and clung on to him for dear life. "Take me back inside, TAKE ME BACK INSIDE!"

"Relax. He's not going to hurt you, he's yours," he replied calmly, although I could tell he was slightly annoyed.

"I don't care, take me back inside!"

"Look, it says your name on him."

I froze. "What?"

"Open your eyes, you'll see."

I opened one eye at a time and slowly raised my gaze to meet the giant animal's height. My lips parted without me meaning to.