Dark Angel (DISCONTINUED) ((BEING REWRITTEN))

Promises

I remembered what Gabriel had told me before his death.

"Promise me something, will you Shadow?"

"Of course."

"No matter what happens to me, keep our oath. Protect Castiel."

"I will."

"Swear it."

"I swear I will protect Castiel with my life, until the death." I placed my hand over my heart whilst saying these words. Gabriel smiled at me and pet my head.

"I know you will. You two are thick as thieves. I know you would die for him if it came to that."

"Do you have to go?"

"I'm afraid so. Also, if you meet the Winchesters, protect them too. They are always getting themselves caught in sticky situations."

"Yes. I swear to protect them too."

"Thank you." And with that, he disappeared.

I could tell Castiel was watching the memory as it ran through my head. A lone tear slid down his cheek, but he wiped it away quickly. He nodded at me, then turned to Dean.

"Dean, she made a promise. And she intends to keep it."

"Yeah, yeah. Your 'oath'. I get it."

"No. She promised Gabriel something before..." Castiel silenced, and unwanted eyes were on me.

"What promise did you make him?" Sam asked me.

"That...I'd protect Castiel...and you guys to the death." Sam's eyes widened, and Dean nodded.

"It seems we-I was acting a bit rash. I'm sorry for my accusations, Shadow."

"It's alright. It's nothing I haven't heard before." The Winchesters and Bobby looked at me in confusion. 

"Back in Heaven, I always got picked on for who I was. But, Castiel and Gabriel protected me and acted like brothers should."

"You would have done it for us." Castiel said.

"Of course."

"All right, ya idjits. Enough with the lovey-dovey crap. Let's get out of this room." Bobby said. We all burst out laughing. Dean wiped the angel sigil of the door and we all exited. 

"Hey, is it okay if I go outside to stretch out my wings?" I asked. They all looked at each other and nodded. 

"Alright. But Cas will go with you, just in case we get attacked."

"Okay."

Castiel and I went outside. I unfurled my wings, the light reflecting off my jet black feathers. I stretched out my muscles and flapped my wings slightly.

"Ah. That's better. I was getting cramped." 

"Not used to hiding your wings?"

"No, not really." We enjoyed the silence for a while.

"Castiel?"

"Hm?"

"The Winchesters call you 'Cas'. What is that meant to mean?"

"Apparently, it's what's called a 'nickname'." I stared at him in confusion, so he elaborated. 

"A nickname is a short version of a friends name."

"Like when I was called 'Freak"?"

"Mmm, kind of. It's supposed to be kind though, not an insult." I nodded, interested.

"Human customs are strange."

"Yes. A little."