Divine Power

White Lies

The following morning Cas got changed  putting on his signature jacket, kissing Paris' forehead he head out with the boys. "Ready?" Dean asked and Cas nodded looking back at Paris with a soft smile on his face, she was sleeping and he left her a note. It read, "You need your rest, I'm with the boys -Cas" and with that final glance the three males left the motel. Castiel sat in the back, Dean in the drivers seat, and Sam in shotgun. He remained quiet, had the creature followed Paris back from the UK? If that was true, then it would have been trying to kill her. Suddenly a sickening thought entered his mind. What if it was waiting for them to leave? Castiel was now officially paranoid. He couldn't loose her he just couldn't she was his everything. He thought back to March 26, 1947. That was the day he had missed her most, and as if like magic, she showed up. Castiel was an emotional wreck, and she was there to support him. He remembered how he had cried into her shoulders never wanting her to leave him. Life being life, she had to, he remembered how when he was broken she fixed him. He also remembered how when she left, it needed mending right away. As they drove Cas ignored Sam and Dean staying positive, thinking of their wonderful times. Their hours of cuddling, being silly, dancing, and singing. He would do anything to hear her voice. She could calm his nerves and comfort him with a single note. Smiling to himself Sam turned around and shook him a bit. "Uh, Cas…" Sam said. Cas looked at him softly. "Yes? What is it?" he asked. "Oh nothing…were almost there." Sam replied. He looked out the window it seemed they were heading to a farm. "Great." Cas said as Dean belt out 'Eye of the Tiger' with no shame. 

Around an hour of sitting and being bored, they pulled in each getting their fake I.D.'s there was something so obvious that none of them realized, the ghoul would be able to recognize Castiel. Sam knocked on the door four times and waited for somebody to come to the door. A woman mid-thirties, blonde hair, green eyes came to the door. She looked all three of them glancing at Cas just a second longer. None of them were fazed or even seemed to notice her pupils smallen at his sight. Dean spoke up, "Were the FBI, we realized that your husband was murdered?" the woman nodded, she later introduced herself as Felicia. "So you just walked in on the crime scene?" Sam asked the ghoul. The sad truth about ghouls was that they would take the appearence of their last meal. Brought a whole new meaning to you are what you eat. Thus, the real Felicia was dead, as well as her husband. "Uh, yes…" she replied always glancing over at Castiel, who was too busy looking around the home to notice. Dean shook his head. "Cut the crap you little bitch." she was taken back by his choice of words. "Excuse me?" she hissed between clenched teeth. Dean smirked. "You heard me perfectly clear." That was it, the ghoul reacted faster than they were prepared for, knife in hand, she plunged it into Castiel's soft and smooth skin. "Cas!" Dean yelled in absolute shock. Stunned about what just happened Sam was the first one to do anything. He bolted over to where Cas lay hurt and bleeding. Knocking the ghoul to the ground with a swift movement he had her pinned. Castiel saw Dean rush over dialing somebody on his phone and a loud scream coming from where the feisty ghoul was pinned. Then Cas blacked out to yelling and the scarlet colour of his own blood.

"Hello?" answered a groggy Paris. Dean was hesitant as he spoke. "I'm sorry." he muttered. "I'm so sorry." Paris' heart raced. "Sorry? What...Dean...How's Cas?" she asked quickly feeling herself pale, feeling sick. "You need to come here now, it's a ghoul, she reacted faster than we were ready for. I'm sorry Paris." he said his voice was shaky. Paris could easily travel angel style she hated it but this was an exception. After ordering Dean to tell them their location she was there in a matter of seconds. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, she saw him and her voice cracked. Paris' knees buckled at the sight of his pale still body. Falling to the floor in a heap of tears and emotions. She looked around seeing the decapitated ghoul. "Hope you rot in Hell you bitch!" she said with an emotional scream kicking the bodiless head. Sam tried to calm her as she wobbled over to Cas' body. Tears flowing from her eyes. "Lord, please. Just please save him." she sobbed tearing fabric from her shirt and taking the knife out. Making a substitute band-aid from the fabric her shirt. She looked at him and let out a loud sob resting her head on his motionless chest, ear to his heart.

Now as I have said earlier there heavenly father made them as a perfect pair designated to belong to each other. One without the other wasn't complete it was an unfinished creation of God. Why am I telling you this? Oh! You'll see in a moment. At the sound of her cries and prayer God looked down upon the broken girl and still body she was cradling. With a simple thought and a use of his divine power he revived him without a second thought. The angels symbolized love and without one of the two immaculate beings, it was impossible to symbolize. Paris was still resting her head on his heart when she heard it, soft and small beats but they were there. "He listened..." she thought. Curious as to why he would care about two fallen angels, she shook the thought. He was unconscious but most definitely alive. She lifted up his blood soaked shirt bit hesitation. The wound was healed and colour was quickly returning to the mans features. He opened his vibrant blue eyes and with a gasp for hair coughed for a bit catching his breath. "Cas." she said tears of relief and pure happiness ran down her cheeks. "Why didn't you tell me..." he looked at her. She had found out, and Cas had lied...or more like held back the truth. "It was just a white lie...I wanted to protect you." he replied with a groan as he sat up. She pulled him into his arms and gave the shocked Sam and Dean a look that she needed to speak with Cas, alone.

"Cas hun, look at me." she said tilting his head so he'd look into her eyes. When he did she searched his eyes for answers, breaking down into tears. "Oh Paris…if I had known." he said pulling her close to his body. She remained silent, hugging him like a child does a teddy bear when seeking comfort. Castiel was Paris' teddy bear. Her security and light in her life that's what he was and always will be. She just couldn't absorb what had happened. "No more keeping things from me?" she pleaded with sad eyes. Cas nodded as he pressed his lips to hers, she had almost lost him forever. She would have if the Lord their heavenly father hadn't put them there for a reason. Cas got up with a wobble and dismissed Sam and Dean. "Head back we'll meet up later." he said to them calmly. Heading back to Paris he pulled her onto a couch, stitting her on his lap. She looked at him with a look so full of love it was radiating from her. He cupped her cheeks pulling her into a deep passionate kiss. Her heart fluttered as she let fer fingers run down his chest. Feeling his fit figure gave the innocent angel a rush of new leveled erotic excitement. Cas put his lips to her ear and used his deep sexy tone. "Paris, my love, nobody can stop us now." She shuddered as a pleasurable chill ran throughout her attractive body. His lips lowered onto her sensitive neck where his lips touched her ever so soft skin. Her scent was beautiful and as he suckled on her sweet sensitive skin breathed it in with a smile. Getting more and more turned on Cas scooped her up, legs around his waist kissing him as he walked, he took her to the house's bedroom. Walking in she kicked the door shut with her leg for Cas. Leaving the two angel's alone, passion and want for each other radiated off their bodies.